287 – Regressor Fight (6)

A player died. The implications of this were greater than I thought.

“… Died? Who?”

“Why, you know, that Brazilian…”

“Ah.”

Since he was the only South American player, I could remember the general details. A man who said he combined magic with capoeira and smiled, saying that we should fight later. A man with a nice personality. A man who gave me an unidentified purple drink, saying that it was surprisingly delicious.

“…”

My first impression wasn’t bad. That’s all. He had a very, very weak favor. If I regress, I’ll come back to life. Death in front of me is temporary.

Still… I felt bad. Human death is always like that. It would be okay if I were the one who died, but if I were the one who killed or if someone around me died, my mouth would get dry. I wondered if this was how someone who was labeled a regressor should act.

No. This is proof of humanity. It’s okay.

“So, how did you die?”

I calmed down and asked Jiwon. Jiwon Choi would feel bad too. Should I show my weakness? What I should do now is not to be cold, but to analyze the cause and effect.

“First of all… The opponent was a 270th rank beast.”

“270th rank?”

Ranking 270th out of 1 million is truly incredible, but for someone who is aiming for 1st place, not 100th place, what should I say? It just feels like one of the obstacles to overcome. It

’s a ranking that doesn’t seem like it’s going to be easy at all. “This person hasn’t been active for a long time, so his ranking seems to have dropped. Anyway, this person personally pointed at him. He wants to fight.”

“And you accepted?”

“Yeah.”

A person with a low ranking can’t point at a person with a high ranking, but a person with a high ranking can point at a person with a low ranking. I think I understand why the Brazilian player readily accepted the offer. Since he was confident he could win, he probably wanted to quickly climb up the ranking by taking on someone with a high ranking. I think he’s currently ranked around 700th.

“That guy wasn’t weak…”

He’s a strong player who has reached the 28th floor at this point. There’s no way he’d be weak.

“It’ll be faster to watch it yourself.”

“Oh. You can watch the video if you pay.”

“Yeah. Here.”

Choi Ji-won plays the video. I swallowed hard and focused on the video.

**

It was a fairly large match. A fight between 270th and 700th place. Although it can’t be called a main match, it was a match that many people were paying attention to. Perhaps because of that, there were many spectators and the excitement was extraordinary.

“Wow, wow, wow!!!”

“Kill him!!!”

“I’m betting my entire fortune!!!”

“Let’s go!!! Let’s go!!!”

The audio quality of the video that was played was extremely poor. No matter how I tried changing the angle and playing it back, the sound couldn’t be covered up. The human cheers gathered and gathered to resemble the cries of animals. The incomprehensibility was the same.

Even with the voice and the camera shaking and shaking due to the waves.

“:…”

The Brazilian player gently stretched his ankle. He did some stretching and spat on the floor for no reason. His neck cracked left and right. His expression was hard to see because the drone was taking the picture from far away, but at least the image he was seeing was relaxed.

On the other hand, the opponent just stood there frozen. His appearance was more like a wild dog than a human. He was a beastman. A relatively common race in this arena.

However, the only thing that was unusual was his appearance… He looked very stern for a beastman. He had glasses on his nose, and his clothes were like a cloth suit. His pants were also plain, and he had an incredibly large backpack on his back. Considering that ordinary beastmen wore flashy combat uniforms, his appearance was hard to believe he had come to fight.

270th place. That guy was 270th place. If you met a beastman like that on the street, you would think he was just an ordinary person, but he was strong. That strange dissonance, his frozen body, rather created a sense of oppression.

“$%#!#.”

The Brazilian player said something while spinning his waist calmly. His voice was naturally inaudible, and the shape of his mouth was impossible to interpret. However, it felt like he was joking.

-Thud.

It seemed like that was the sound. Suin didn’t answer and instead threw the backpack on his back on the floor. The old backpack’s entrance opened and the contents poured out.

“?”

The Brazilian player tilted his head. On the floor were swords. spears. bows. swords. poles. maces. axes. Every kind of weapon imaginable. They were all from an incredibly large backpack.

“$%$#%#$.”

Suin, who had been still the whole time, opened his mouth. The Brazilian player’s body, which had been twitching, stopped. The shape of Suin’s mouth was impossible to interpret because of the different languages. The Brazilian player’s expression was invisible. It was impossible to know what was said.

“Game!!! Begin!!! 3! 2! 1!”

Suin lifted the mace from the floor. The Brazilian player also quickly got into position and drank the potion. The distance between them narrowed. The cheers grew louder.

“!!!”

The Brazilian player was the first to move. He lowered his stance and approached in a zigzag manner in a typical capoeira stance. Suin just spins the hammer around and around, not moving.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Repeated dance-like movements. Suin doesn’t react. Left again. Right. Now.

-Whewww!

A surprise upper roundhouse kick. Suin takes a step back and dodges easily, but as expected, he uses the centrifugal force to spin around one more time. Suin has no choice but to take a step back again. At the

same time, the Brazilian player’s body sinks down. He lowers his posture as if he’s lying on the ground, but he doesn’t fall over thanks to his superhuman strength. A low kick with an extremely low point of impact. A summer salt kick that follows. A mid-push kick right after the kick. The attacks are organically connected and don’t stop.

“Oh, what

is that!” “This is cool!”

“Let’s go!!!!”

The audience becomes even more excited at the sight that seems to be dancing. The Brazilian player’s movements are mysterious. His kick changes his posture. With the changed posture, a new attack becomes possible, and that new attack changes his posture again. Constantly changing, constantly attacking, and constantly changing the center of gravity up, down, back, left, and right, it was like being hypnotized.

Anyone could see that the Brazilian player was pushing. Yes, that’s what it looked like.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

-Kyaang!

The iron hammer and the human leg collided strongly. The legguards shattered, and the human leg broke in a direction it shouldn’t have. Normally, a human leg would break if it hit a piece of metal, but it was different in the world of superhumans. If you put a lot of mana into your body and wear items, your body often beats the weapon. Common sense that breaks common sense was broken again.

“What the heck, what the heck!”

“What the heck!”

The Brazilian player quickly retreated on one leg. Suin didn’t chase after him. The shattered leg slowly regenerated.

“Is it a healing ability?”

“Is this the first time you’ve shown this ability?”

“No. It was holding the potion you drank in your mouth at first. It swallowed it because it was injured.”

The sharp audience saw the Brazilian player’s trick. Now his leg was completely healed.

“…”

“…”

Su-in was trudging closer, holding a spear instead of a sledgehammer. The Brazilian player, who had finished healing, charged again. After one attack and defense, this time a hole was made in his shin.

Again, the Brazilian player retreated. Su-in did not chase. The wound was healing.

“Isn’t this strange?”

Only then did the audience realize. Something was strange.

“…”

There was no way the person fighting directly would know what the audience realized. Su-in was playing with people right now. He just wanted to inflict endless pain. The

Brazilian player was brave, but not stupid. There was no chance of winning. It was foolish to rush into a fight you couldn’t win. You have to live first.

The moment he finished calculating and was about to shout surrender.

-Ugh.

A spear flew at an invisible speed and pierced his head. The video ended.

It was an execution.

**

“… What is this?”

The winner doesn’t necessarily have to kill the enemy. Just neutralizing them would be enough. No, even the Brazilian player tried to surrender.

Malice. I could sense genuine malice. Was there some kind of grudge? Was it just a simple lie? I don’t know English.

“Information on this waterman…”

“It’s quite expensive.”

“… Hmm.”

I wanted to meet and talk, but there was no information, and the ranking difference was too great for us to meet in the arena right now. There was no reason for us to fight unless they pointed me out or something.

“Was there a variable like this?”

A large variable had appeared on a floor that I thought I could easily finish. I thought this guy would be a huge obstacle in my future strategy. I lack information.

“First… Once the match is set, let’s have the match. Until then, let’s prioritize gathering information on this guy.”

“I thought so too.”

Three days passed after deciding on the direction going forward.

“Junho…”

“…”

The second player has died. The fifth human. They were all killed by the same beastman. Now the situation is clear.

That beastman is only targeting humans.