I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

"Masal!"

When I went back to everyone, Ann hugged me all the time. Lilia then hugged me from behind, too. This is it. This is it. He said he had a hard time.

"Ugh, be impotent!

I wanted to win smarter, but I wasn't even the person I could say such luxury to.

"He was really strong."

Now that I think about it, I wouldn't pick a match. But I think I might have had something else to do. Speed and power were above me. But I can't even afford to run an operation in bump production.

"Good luck!" and Ellie also praised me.

"Master Masal, what shall we do with this?

Satti brought me a crate full of gold coins.

"That's a little amount. Masaru, what do you use it for?" and Ellie.

Use it. Ah.

"This is a thousand gold coins......" Syrah also looks round her eyes and peeks into the chest.

We're wealthy there, so we can afford about a thousand gold coins, cash or assets, but we basically keep the rewards in the guild, and I've never had the chance to see so much money in clumps.

I feel romantic about large quantities of gold coins. Besides, this is my penny. You can use it freely.

Nevertheless, I have all the clothing and lodging in Wangdu with elves, and at the moment I'm putting new slaves on Syrah, the addition is not a good idea. Territorial management is good and it doesn't cost money. Even if I think of it as a gift for everyone, I've been getting a ton of gifts for Elves lately. That's not how you get the same or more stuff than that.

Ellie has also stopped saying money lately. Elf's share of Erie's defense battle inside was all sent home, plus if we went back to her home after this and magically helped her pioneer, Erie's home would develop a lot.

Ask for it yourself. I don't need the money for the moment. Well, if I had it, it would come in handy sometime.

"I don't want anything for now, and you're saving up."

I don't know how much an Orihalcon magic sword would cost, and you should keep it.

Then I bet myself in the current match. The usual pennies were profitable. Bet one gold coin for a five-fold refund and make four gold coins for 400,000 yen. I'm also betting one gold coin at a time on my and Satie's block winning predictions. Satie's there, I'm a big hole.

There is a ceiling of one gold coin per bet. If you bet a lot of money on me or Satie, you make a lot of money, but doing that leans toward running the tournament. We don't even get some sort of check when selling voting tickets, but bets above the cap are categorized as crimes, so we all seem to be observing them normally. Because if a true or false official asks me, I'll be damned.

"Did Will make money, too?

"Rip it off!

Everyone in the elves seemed to be making money betting on me too. Great. I'm so glad I didn't lose...

"But we can't guarantee a block victory. If you want to make money for sure, you're Satie."

It's too late to say this because the winner prediction for the block is already closed, but I didn't get a chance to teach it because I broke up before I saw the morning combination.

"A man named Lazard, is he that strong?

"When I ran out, there was magic, and I was blown away."

"Seriously!?

"Well I'm not going to lose because I raised my arm too..."

I tried to say that in a glorious way, but I don't have any image of winning. Lord Sergeant said they were mutual, but the power is unlikely to win, and the reach is losing. Speed would win? But Mr. Lazard's true intentions are unknown from a far-sighted look at the dragon battle. I have nothing but anxiety.

The game was starting as we talked, and Tirica was finally back. With regard to George's disposition, he has again pointed to Gustav for nails. Looks like Gustav has a policy of rebuilding George's sexual roots in the military.

"George is going to be sent off as a soldier to the National Army Border Unit"

The border is near the demonic border. A soldier there would be a tough environment for a noble Bombon, but he's a capable dirt mage there. It's going to be conveniently reused, and I also feel subtle considering it as a disposition, but if you'll go far enough without annoyance to us, that's enough.

Satti's order came around. Opponents can't be weak coming out of the qualifying round either, but it was a complete win in no time.

Francesca also won in due course.

My block game started and Mr. Lazard's turn came. I'm after those two fights, too, so get ready and get down to the venue.

There are sixty-four entries in this game, divided into eight blocks and eight tournaments at a time, and only one person who wins three straight fights can advance the pawn to tomorrow's finals of this game. My division is seven pairs. The eleventh game on stage two.

The combination seems to be a lottery. There is no action. It's a one-eighth coincidence.

Mr. Lazard's opponent... no. Decent meeting, but totally losing power. The game was soon over. Not at all helpful.

One game is my game. I'm getting nervous. My stomach is full.

"Satie, you've got to back me up again. 'Cause even a small voice can hear you."

Hearing detection is convenient. If that bothers you, you'll be able to have a normal conversation even during the game.

The previous game is over. The time of the match is often short. Though the blade pulls, if you eat even one shot, the battle is decided at once, and it ends in less than a minute.

Everyone doesn't seem to have the same high dodging power as I do, and it's hard to recover magic with their opponents' gaps.

If we make good use of the neighborhood, we'll have a chance.

Carefully ascend the stage listening to Sati's voice. Unlike the first, even the other one plays games and the attention is dispersed, and there's no special buzz because there's a game going on. If you stay focused on Sati's voice, the tension feels a lot better.

The information is that my opponent is not as strong as he is, but I can't be alarmed. Wherever you lurk like a Kensei disciple with two swords, it's not weird.

Stand on the starting line. All right, now we're good. I'm also in the mood.

"Begin!"

It took a signal. The opponent doesn't move and looks like a guardian. Proceed with caution - light feint. Make it look right, quick steps to the left. Of course, I use covert and sneaky feet. It's one of my commonly used combinations.

My blow came in clean. Opponents nod.

Is that it? Is that it? I'm just doing a little research on that...

"There's a battle!

Looks like it's over. Is this what it is? Is it to this extent? I get off the stage feeling uninterrupted.

Watch the next game that started right away with Satie. If you win, I'll fight you.

The game has presented a muddy look. It deals no small damage to either side and fights in a desperate shape while being helo.

I'm hanging in there, but honestly, it looks weak either way. No, I do have more arms than the players I've seen in qualifying...... is this what this is all about when it comes to the main game?

"Is Satie's group at this level, too?

"Looks like no one's too strong"

I also have a good view of Sati's side of the stage from here, as there are few contestants out there today. Satie's group seems fine. Everyone will make money if I lose.

Finally settled. The winner after the treatment waved happily and came off the stage in response to the audience's applause.

I applauded him, too, and he had eyes. The delightful face clouded in an instant and blinded me. If you were in pain and happy to win, would it feel like when your next opponent was the Sergeant? I know very well.

But not if I'm sympathetic. It's not what I found out in Lazard. Let's at least let him leave so he doesn't suffer.

For the most part, I'd like to leave now, too, but there's something about Satie. I care so much that I'm supposed to show up because I said I wanted to. I can't throw up weak noises, and I can't even show you that.

All matches in the first round were digested. The second round pinches a break awaiting finalization of the matching odds. If I let Will see it, both me and Satie had the lowest ranking in multipliers and made little money betting.

World War II. The game between Satti and Mr. Lazard ended without any turmoil.

And my Second World War. Even in the third war, I just stopped being a nerd. The opponent... has a face of death. I'm sure I have this look on my face when I'm relative to Lord Sergeant.

I thought you were going to set something up, and you poked me in with a signal to start. I waved down my sword and bumped into it as it was. I guess I was going to do something about it by blowing me out of shape.

The sword passed away, and the bump took him down disappointingly. It was unexpected that he was stopped, or he lost his balance where he pushed back, so he hits hard around the temple with a sword pattern. From above the helm, but I get about a concussion. And where his opponent was on his knees, he put a ton of sword on his shoulder.

"Shit......"

The third battle was also lightly over. It's an easy win to see what the Gustav battle was.

It caught my eye that Mr. Lazard was looking at this one when he got off the stage. The victory mood blows away in an instant. I went back to Sati and everyone after just the meeting.

Before the block finals, there was a longer break that also included a meal break.

When I was eating with digestible soup and fruit, soil magic was changing the stage. It unites the two stages. The finals seem to take place one game at a time.

Finally, it is the Battle of Lazard. He's a pussy. Whether it's training or in action, it was only once when Mr. Lazard was stunned. I've gained more experience than I did back then, and I have extensive avoidance skills.

Avoid air hammers, and cleave the golem with a wooden sword. Recovery magic will be crushed if it is not used so well.

The question is to what extent I can fight it with my power. If there's much difference, it won't even be a meeting like Mr. Lazard's opponent earlier.

When it comes to winning at speed, it also has a question mark. Experience is also losing.

"How would Satie fight Mr. Lazard?

"Scratch it around with your feet. Scrape them up a little bit so they don't get attacked by the target. That man's sword is heavy, and he seems to be able to dodge it."

The speed of the sword is relatively slow because the sword is turned with one hand. It's only relatively...

"I think Master Masaru can avoid the sword"

However, we need to be careful with other attacks. Mr. Lazard is strong even with his bare hands. The kick will fly in, too, and when it's assembled, that's what will overwhelm you with power and you won't be able to help.

In the end, I can't help thinking about it. I don't know what that guy is really capable of, so I just have to explore it in action. It's really risky. I want to go home now...

The finals began. Sati's game is just around the corner, so I decided to come down and watch the game nearby.

The first battle is against Francesca. A great cheer rolls up. He's royal and beautiful, and he's got the fighting style, the hua and the strength. Popularity is high.

Is he the Beast Man? High physical ability, but not fast enough. I was quickly caught up and losing.

"Good luck, Satie"

"Yes!"

Satie's opponent is a Dwarf warrior. Disappointing lateral-width physique, but not as tall as Satie. He has a long, two-handed weapon like an axe on a spear, named Halvard.

The long weapon is nasty...... Satti missed me and after a short offense I was lightly knocked down.

Looks like he tried to attack with the pattern, but Sati grabbed him disappointingly and completely stopped him from moving. It is a blow there with a sword. Power is still important.

The next game I played, the big one would have won. Trolls are enough. Is the time power?

Four, five, six pairs and the game went on, and finally my turn came.

Climb the stage. It's no longer if the audience says something about it.

Sometimes if the blade sword and the strike are bad, he dies.

"Here we go!" Mr. Lazard laughed niggardly in his voice.

"Come on, let's have fun!

Isn't that a mistake to entertain...