Legend

Nearly 50 people were gathered on top of the stage in the central part of the arena under favourable weather, which is rightly described as autumnal sunshine.

Despite all that numbers being gathered, it would not be difficult to understand how wide the stage is if we saw that everyone could afford to move freely.

On such a stage, the participants in Preliminary Block C were waiting to signal the start of the game as they held each other back.

The arena, set around the stage, is overflowing with audience cheers.

Even though the martial arts tournament has begun, the audience seat is almost full, even though it is still day one of the qualifying round.

No, I guess it's Preliminary Day 1, which brings all this audience together.

A lot of people are looking to it because betting on who's going to win also starts at the qualifying stage.

Alternatively, many would simply like to see a strong presence.

They are usually adventurers, soldiers, or those who act as knights or mercenaries. I can't see its strength directly in the city.

If they could see it, it would be when they got into a quarrel for some reason, but most of them don't have the strength to say so themselves.

There are also quite a few aristocratic hands who are now trying to identify the strong.

It is also a place to buy Aotea, which I will make you serve before you become famous, naturally.

With the attention of a wide variety of audiences, that voice echoes around.

'Come on, Preliminary Block C is finally starting. In the previous qualifying round in blocks A and B, the participants, including the magnificent Rapier user, the Rank B Adventurer exemblum with the alias of your ice prince, and the addressee with the alias of Crusher, who is said to have beaten and killed many monsters with his arms, showed great activity. The audience would have been able to confirm with their eyes that there were many other people with certain abilities, although they were not famous. "

A voice that sounds inside the arena.

Hearing that voice, Ray gives a strange look on the stage for a moment, but is immediately convinced.

It's the legacy of ancient magic civilization, and there's a system Ray doesn't understand, like he wouldn't die unless he was fatally wounded.

Then it wouldn't be strange if there was a system in the arena to the extent that the voices of those who serve as commentary and reality in order to boost the competition.

While I feel the gaze from the man who has stared at me in the modem earlier, I think so in my heart.

No, the gaze being directed from around you isn't just the guy's. Many of them are gazing at Ray, even for participants who have joined from other modems or moved from the same modem.

It was obvious what the reason for that gaze was.

(I don't care what you think of this)

Chirali, and Ray looking to the death size he has in his right hand.

With a size that exceeds Ray's height superior, the Great Sickle inflicts an overwhelming sense of intimidation on the surrounding area, even just looking at it.

And naturally, there is basically no one who prefers a hard-to-use weapon like a sickle.

Famous above all for being an adventurer using the Great Sickle, the Bestian Empire is naturally reminiscent of the deep red that wielded fierceness in the Spring War.

However, the rumor that Deep Red's stature is a giant is the vast majority, so those participating in the qualifying round wonder what Ray should be judged to be.

However, some of them honestly believe in the rumors that are circulating...

"Hey, kid. No, is that you, lady? Either way, what am I gonna do with a weapon that looks like that? Such a big weapon, that's also the deep red of rumors you have to use. You look ridiculous if you do too much, don't you?

It was a man over 2m tall who told him so.

The hair is cut short and aligned, and the area protruding from the leather armor has muscle buoyancy in this sight.

The weapon the man has is a hammer.

That was the size that would undoubtedly have stood out the most on this scene without Ray.

……

Even if he turns his gaze on such a man for a moment, Ray deflects his gaze that it's silly to deal with him.

I guess that's what got the man distracted. Yelling out loud like I can hear you around.

"Can't you even say a word because the clarity's been seen through? Ahem!? You don't have to scratch your shame if you resign now, so listen to me!

To a man's words, he who snorts when he agrees, or turns his gaze of pity, he laughs when he's ridiculous. There were people with different attitudes, but many people who saw one thing in the same modelroom as Ray were just changing their complexion because they didn't believe it.

Because Ray was confirming with his eyes that he was not just a man of words, but had proper strength.

those information and a sickle that is longer than its height. What that meant was because it showed that Ray could be the one called Deep Red... or even if he wasn't, he had the corresponding strength.

"More, more, more! What a surprise to hear, look and be surprised!

That voice echoing within the arena tends to stir up the excitement of the audience.

"It's a good story to hear that a big man jumps in and takes part in a fighting tournament, but there is a natural jump in this one as well. Guess who? I honestly couldn't believe it when I heard this. Maybe I could say I didn't want to believe you. '

Not only the audience, but even the athletes who participate in the qualifiers, are annoyed by the incitement.

That won't be impossible either. Only three of these Battle Royals will be able to compete in the tournament at any rate - three out of 50 - at a very narrow gate.

There have been big men in the battle to dive through such narrow gates that the bearers of live voices can't get this far, so it would be honest to ask the other participants to give it a break.

Each one of them looks around carefully to identify who's that big guy.

That was no exception for the man who had been involved with Ray until earlier, and now he looked around at the players who said Ray was no longer in his sight.

Some of those who were with Ray in the understatement are gazing at Ray with the look of no way...

I guess you instinctively understand that Ray is a different kind of person than we are.

Tensions rise above the stage and expectations rise from the audience.

Such tensions and expectations culminated, then. Live voices echoed inside the arena.

"The alias for that big jump in participant is... Deep Red!

The moment the word resonates around us, everyone, including the audience and athletes, becomes silent for a moment and gradually begins to blur.

'Yes, everyone who lives in the Bestian Empire must have heard the rumors. An adventurer who created the greatest cause of the defeat of the Bestian Empire in the war waged with the Kingdom of Mireana on the Seremouth Plains in the spring. Person who, with his mighty magic, creates a tornado of flames and uses a great sickle that is longer than his height. An adventurer who was given the alias Deep Red just after a battle.... that deep red has hit the Vestian Empire Fighting Games! Honestly, when your boss tells you this, you're lying, right? I'm not the only one who thought that. Everyone who comes to this arena, naturally, won't believe it, will they? I know, I know, I know how that feels too much. "

As the voice of reality echoes, the gaze of the players participating in the C-block qualifier on stage is directed to Ray.

To Ray's appearance, holding a death size in one hand that is larger than his height.

The same was true of the giant man who had been involved in the ray until earlier, or the man who had been involved in the ray in the understatement room.

"Whatever the number of deep red rumors are spreading in the alley, the famous one is the kind of man who has enough back length to look up in a giant. But look, look, look, look! Yes, the only one with a big sickle currently on stage is one with a robe wrapped around him. No matter what he looks like, he's not the back man he can describe as a giant. You better describe him as a ning-roe little man!

In the words of reality, not only the players on stage, but also the audience in the arena, focus their gaze on Ray.

I feel the gaze of people all over the arena gathering just for me, lifting the death size I had with my right hand...... other players around me accidentally distance themselves and Ray has the death size to shoulder in the audience breathtaking as well.

(Whatever it is, I feel like it's too much... well, should I be more than welcome in the sense of turning the awareness of the upper levels of the Bestian Empire to me)

While whining inside, I hold unpleasant expectations in my chest that this will increase the number of raids because the image of Deep Red being a giant has been wiped out.

'Well, well, well! Neither did I think the rumoured deep red was so petty! But it still doesn't change the fact that it's deep red! The audience is looking forward to seeing what this deep red will do. Yeah, I just want you to feel safe. If you're here to watch this martial arts tournament, you know, but above the stage, it's a special space with the power of the ruins of ancient magical civilization. Unless it's an instant death, you can recover if you get out of the stage, so no one will come out to lose their lives in the true sense of the word'

It would never be Ray's fault that the participants other than Ray, who was on stage, seemed to exhale unexpectedly in relief as the words echoed around them.

'Needless to say, it is forbidden to intentionally summarily kill someone. If you imitate that, you will not only disqualify yourself from fighting competitions, but you will also be guilty, so be careful. "

The additional live words unleashed were definitely directed at Ray... I guess it was directed only at Ray.

Though it may be natural given the deep red reputation within the Bestian Empire.

'Well, the audience and the athletes are just getting warmer with my description. It's time to start the game. Judge, do me a favor'

Behind what you hear, only painful silence is on the stage.

Especially the man who was entangled in the ray on the stage was so shuddered and frightened that it was unbroken to see it.

A moment of silence fills the stage...... a referee who shows up on the side of the stage shouts out loud.

"C-block qualifying, start!

With those words, the participants who were on stage shout out loudly as if they had been halfway abandoned.

However, it is not Ray but the other participants who are at the end of the attack.

If you attack Ray, you will definitely disqualify yourself.

That too, as far as Ray's sickle is concerned, he was badly injured.

Even if you get off the stage and get out of the space that is created by the power of the ruins, there will be no scratches, but conversely, as long as you are on the stage, you will feel the equivalent of the damage you have suffered.

Maybe if we all hang on Ray here on this occasion, we can do something about it. Such an idea naturally passed the brains of the other participants, but who likes it and strikes at Ray first?

Then most people have chosen the option of not giving Ray a hint.

I guess it also affects that up to three people per block could still win in the qualifying round, and not just one.

A swinging long sword slashes his hands and legs, a swinging stick hits his torso and faints in one blow, or a spear protruding quickly pierces the opponent's flesh.

He plays Halvard's blow with his shield while he tackles and blows it off as if to slap his armored body right where it's off balance.

A sword waved to prevent a fist waved against his face slashes the tip off his elbow.

Some were using bows away from being caught in melee combat, but the other participants could not have missed releasing many arrows in a row, and were immediately approached and torn to pieces.

The arena audience was temporarily quiet about the unexpected appearance of Deep Red, but if the battle were to begin, they would each be enthusiastic about supporting their favorite players or the players they had bet on.

Few people are betting on Ray's name when betting on who's going to win, because that name itself is not that uncommon.

The few of them were those in the Dusker line and those who knew Ray's identity.

Normally, a lot of people would bet on athletes who have become famous in some of the fighting competitions taking place within the Bestian Empire, famous adventurers, etc. … If you let that happen, it would have been a lot less than happy to have irregulars like this one Ray.

"... can't we do anything?"

It's not very noticeable just to make sure there's no one else coming at you and win it up without doing anything like this... i.e. Ray, who decided he couldn't get the attention of the upper levels of the Bestian Empire, stepped the Death Size out of his hand.