Arcadia’s Labyrinth

Arena.

It is one of the hallmarks of a labyrinth city, lined up in a casino.

It is one of those casinos where adventurers risk each other's lives and get money according to the lives they bet.

There are two classes: a restricted class from Under-10 to Under-40, and a non-discriminatory class. Under-10 means players from LV1 to 10, while Under-40 means only players from LV1 to 40 can leave. Even so, LV1 players never go under 40.

The rules of battle are simple: five athletes fight on one stage, and if they stand to the end, they win.

Athletes are multiplied by taking into account their previous performance, LV, with high multipliers for those with low LV and low multipliers for those with high LV.

By the way, athletes can only bet on themselves, which means fight money. That + 1% of the amount bet on me is also earned as Fight Money regardless of winning or losing, but it is something that newcomers know about.

I mean, what you're trying to say is that I'm the perfect person to hit a mountain in the arena, even though LV is low and I have an unlikely status.

".................. yeah, this is what it is"

A room in an inn. I snorted satisfied in front of the mirror when I disguised myself with a costume set I had prepared for a long time.

In the mirror I dyed my silver hair black, black clothes up and down. He wears an eye mask on his face and a mask on top of it. The mask is a simple one with half moon eyes and mouth like a laugh on a white blank. He's commonly known as the Phantom Master.

A creature called a human being is a creature that the more characteristic a person is, the easier it is to remember the characteristic. There will be nothing too distinctive to associate with me, such as a masked man with a full-body black crust.

Besides, I also cared about the pseudonym in addition to that. I have a different impact than I actually have, and I have a good name in mind.

Here's the plan for today.

First, the challenging rank is Under-20. If you look only at the status, it will work even under 30, but just in case, make it under 20. Even the Under 20 would be a pretty high dividend, as the minimum line for contestants would consist of 11.

Next, the outfit shall be as distinctive as possible. By doing so, you can erase my presence by engraving only the impression of a black-clad man in the audience.

In actual combat, dive in as much breath as you can and wait until the players are one of the last. Perhaps the athletes will leave me to the end if I don't even give them a little something I don't need. Because we can always finish things off, like LV3 miscellaneous fish, and we can boost the venue by leaving high dividend miscellaneous fish to the end.

And finally, defeat the last remaining strongest player with one blow.

The opponent will be draining his health in a death fight, and the opponent is a miscellaneous fish. I would be completely alarmed. So, the first powerful blow and it ends in a flash.

My, madness, which would have only been thought of as dessert after meals. The venue will be noisy with confusion and amazement.

So you name the pseudonym you've been thinking about all night.

"... Huh, huh, huh"

Tonight, the name "Darkness of the Black” becomes a legend.

The arena was already crowded with numerous guests, even though it was daytime.

While predictors were selling predictions for today's main battle, or countless dewstores were selling in pickings, there was a clearly different atmospheric group than the others.

When I look at you, there's a group of people there who have solidified themselves into gear. Apparently, that's the player's entry reception over there.

I rewore my hooded jacket and waited for my turn to come as I lined up to the rear of the group.

And wait an hour. Finally my turn came and I said with a slightly lower voice than usual that my cat ears would stand in front of the adorable receptionist.

"... I'm sorry, I'd like to have an arena reception."

The receptionist saw Chillari and my face from the paperwork at hand, and once she put her gaze back on hand, she looked twice as if she was gnawed.

I probably was surprised because I didn't see an adventurer wearing a mask like this on the road.

But she's a pro, too. I floated a sales smile saying that I would fix my expression in an instant.

"Welcome to the arena. Have you participated before?............ nyan"

"No, it's my first time"

"Now fill out this document.... Nyan. In the meantime, let me take a measurement of the LV here....... nyan"

"Measuring LV?

"There seems to be no injustice. Don't worry, I don't know anything but LV....... nyan"

"Right. Okay. Thank you....... nyan"

"Don't imitate me!... Nyan. Even I don't like it and wear it....... One. It's the owner's hobby....... nyan"

Listening to the receptionist's protest, he buries the paperwork.

Even so, the entry name and LV, to the class of hope, the amount of money you bet on yourself. After that, it's about gear.

By the way, this time my gear is just an eye mask, just a mask, just black cloth clothes, just a short sword.

Equipment also relates to dividends, so it is a secret to make it as expensive as possible. This is why I made it an under-20 at my leisure.

When she finished writing the paperwork and gave it to the receptionist, she made her face snap.

"Eh, entry name“ pitch black darkness "? LV3 but I bet one gold coin on an under-20 hope...... and the only gear I have is a short sword"

Forgetting even Nyan, the receptionist who checked the paperwork over and over again to see if she saw me differently eventually said she would see me.

"Um, wouldn't you stop flirting?... Nyan. We're not free either...... nyan"

"I mean it."

"... are you insane? Nyan. I will also let this side stop the blatantly murderous pursuit of the stunned athlete, otherwise death is self-blaming...... Nyan"

"I know."

When I said that, the receptionist sighed deeply and said, "Sometimes there's this kind of mistaken rookie."

Pressing the verdict on the document while saying,

Then pay your wager and wait in the other athlete's pantry.

and pointed to the athlete's office with a different attitude.

"Thanks Nyan"

"Hurry up and think of the spiciness of the world."

The last time she made fun of me, the receptionist said that with the eyes of a mouse lynching me by 10 cats.

'Come on, it's time for your third game today. Have you purchased your wager? It's too late, even if you want to buy an array later. Okay?

When the subtly cracked voice characteristic of the loud demon conductor wooded into the venue, the voltage of the venue began to rise visibly.

Whoever loses in the previous game will now, and whoever wins will now stare at the venue with a wager in his hand.

When the audience's attention was anticipated to have gathered in the venue, the MC declared the athlete admission.

'Come on, now, here's an introduction to the players. Entry No. 1, Zogen player. LV20. The most popular of the day after fixing the last nine appearances and seven wins! The magnification will be 1.70'

Along with the MC's incitement, a big man nearly two meters tall, equipped with a huge axe and shield, moves forward and waves to the audience.

Then, from all over the venue, "Zogen, you're not losing -" "This one's betting on gold, please!" "Zogen! Zogen!" A voice flies that I don't know if it's cheering or jerking off. Apparently quite a popular player. These popular players would be more apt to call themselves gladiators than adventurers because, instead of low multipliers, they get huge fight money in.

"Now the next player is a red dot! Popular player competing for one or two under 20. He's a Lilia player! LV is the best 20. Powerful magic released from unchanging is a must to lose if you hit it. Players who deserve exactly the bet of being crushed first or staying until the end! The magnification will be 2.40 times higher '

An explosive lilia call rang out to the venue as a beautiful girl in her late teens waved modestly, with red hair twintailed. It looks more like an idol or something than a gladiator. Zogen, who is supposed to be the most popular, seems heartless or narrow-minded.

"Entry No. 3 is a Billy player who has fought in the Under-10 for a year. How dare you win 10 fights and 10 in the Under 10. He's a mighty man who's come up to 20 because he's running out! The LV is 12, but there's more piercing than a number, and the magnification is 7.20! Do you have a big hole?

Blonde upside down, nose piercing man raises his hand to victory. Then, I guess it's a regular from the Under-10, a yaj from the bad patterned guys flew.

"Followed by entry no. 4. Last time a yard player missed the win a little later. LV16. Will I get revenge on my second challenge? The magnification is 5.20 '

An athlete named Yard meditates his eyes without appealing to the audience like any other player. He is dressed in a full armor of bees and carries a huge sword. Higher magnification for track record and LV would be due to serious gear until this is out of place.

And finally, it's my turn to introduce you.

"And last but not least, entry number five............................... Pup '

The MC's voice, which was lightly continuing the talk, interrupts. Confused about the venue.

'And excuse me. Entry No. 5. Shit...... Buffoo, he's a pitch-black dark player!

In an introduction to the MC's callout mix, the venue was engulfed with laughter after a moment of quiet.

"pink black www dark www" (* w is image) "this is fragrant wwww" (* w is image) "public black history kiter! w" (* w is image) "duhhoo, if this is awkward, suicide www" (* w is image) "it's www no way to laugh yet wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

The athletes are also shaking their shoulders and laughing. Especially the one who is laughing is Billy, rolling around on the ground and falling out of his stomach. Even a yardplayer with an oligarchy impression is rattling his armor.

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In the meantime, I stood still and didn't say a word. [M]

In fact, I could read about this development from the middle of nowhere. In both games one and two, the name is usually the real name and the equipment belongs to the general adventurer.

The format of the game was also close to the show, where the host flies light talks, far from the slaughtered killings I expected.

If you name it "pitch-black darkness” in that air, that's what happens.

I mean, what's a pitch-black darkness? I'm not stupid, am I? A pitch-black darkness is a pitch-black darkness... subtly covered with pitch-black and darkness, and it's not a name in the first place, is it, this? Why did you think this was cool? Me. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww The name of pitch-black darkness, this temperamental gear, the mask. Oh, I don't know, I don't know... I want to die...

"Darkness of pitch black! This is the player's first appearance! The LV is 3 and the gear seems to be short swords only. You don't seem to have any special abilities in that mask. '

When my LV and gear were announced, the venue boiled down further. Most audiences suffer with their bellies. Most importantly, some of the poles appeared to have an indelible face.

"What a high dividend 120.00 since the beginning of the arena for the dark players in pitch black! Billionaire if you hit it! Dark legend of pitch black? Let the game begin!

The players didn't make a single move as the MC rang the gong for the start of the game. Because they all have bellies, without exception.

Eventually, he walks out at me as Billy still stands up laughing.

"Heh heh, heh, it's painful. Oh, you psycho. I've never laughed like this before."

The other players watch as they nibble at the look of it.

"You know what... Buffoo, what? That mask. Hey, let me see what you look like."

Eventually, Billy stood in front of me and reached for my mask.

At that moment, Billy's body flew.

Billy flies about five meters while drawing a beautiful curve, and falls out of his head when he emits a noise that humans shouldn't make. And Pickle and I stopped moving.

'.............................. what?

The MC man's, distracted voice echoed into the venue. And it was also the proxy for all the human beings in the venue.

As the entire venue was surrounded by silence instead, I moved.

No longer existed the plan I had preassembled on my head at this point.

There's only one thing in my head.

I want to knock them all out and leave this place as soon as possible.

The earliest of the players to recover was the yard closest to me.

Put the sword in front of me and guard me.

For a yard like that, I don't even have a sword. All I said was that I stuffed the time unconstructively.

I guess that seemed like the opposite threat to yards who were fixing solid martial arts.

He cut to me with his temper, like he lost the pressure.

However, Reaction 37 and the slaughter was no different for me with cutting skills.

Refrain lightly and cut up the short sword.

Normally, you can't pierce the yard's wrapped full armor defense with a short sword of mass-produced products sold at one of those weapons stores. Everyone thought so, and the yard should have been so sure.

But.

"Fool, dude..."

The short sword cleaved the yard's full armor to tear the paper.

Yard falls to his forehead, squealing like he can't accept reality yet.

I will support such a yard with one hand.

Inverting with Kurli prevented Lilia's unchanging airblast from shielding her yard.

"You're lying, right?!

Lilia's stunned voice. I tried to throw a yard sword at her like that.

"Chi."

I took Zorgen's axe with the great sword of the yard.

Zogen bitterly distorts his face to me, handling a sword as tall as a yard with one hand, and yet taking Zogen's axe lightly.

"Are you sure it's LV3?

…………………………

I don't answer that question. I push the axe with my sword. [M]

Zogen can neither resist nor antagonize rather than push back with both hands.

"Gu... gu"

A little guy like me - albeit taller than average - but the sight of pushing a big guy like Zogen in with one hand is unusual for a moment, and the venue is quiet as it doubts my eyes.

Besides, if you're pushing it down, it's the LV20, and pushing it in is the LV3.

Abyssal sight. While no one could accept reality, the earliest person to accept reality was Zogen, who was supposed to be the hardest to accept reality.

"Ya don't do it... I was confident in my muscle strength... oh, my loss. This is the dark side of the pitch black............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

At the end of the day he kicked into Zorgen's belly, choosing his heart wound like an Itachippe.

Zorgen, who ate a kick that would bury him all the way to my ankle, flew horizontally with the ground.

"Caaaa."

Clash against the wall involving Lilia, who had been spelling for a long time since earlier. I got knocked out amicably.

And I will be the only one who moves on the field.

So the host who finally returned to me declared my victory.

"....................................... and the winner, the dark player of the pitch black!

A beat late, the sound exploded in the venue.

Stunning, cheering, anger. As the mixed voices of all kinds of emotions hung on me, I thought to myself in tears under my mask.

(It's good to have a mask... Had it not been for the mask, I would have died instantly...)

On this day, I suffered an indelible wound in exchange for a lot of money. [M]