Alex approaches the two ‘friendly’ fighters with a beaming smile, ceasing his Ten imdiately and allowing his Aura to leak out like that of a normal person. nchi uses Zetsu and steps aside, planning to let Alex handle the situation. Exuding confidence, he says, “Oh wow, it’s really you two! I’m a huge fan of your fights! It’s such a pleasure to finally et you. My na is Alex Kerber!” A small but visible blue flash appears in his eyes. [Commander Shepard’s Dog Tag], activating.
The two fighters exchange surprised glances, clearly taken aback and struggling to collect their thoughts. Finally, one of them replies, “Yeah, nice to et you too, I suppose. I’m Kell. So, you’ve made it to the 200 class, huh? Are you looking for a fight?”
“You… you want to fight ? This is like a dream co true! To go up against real combat artists like you!” Alex exclaims, struggling to contain his excitent. “I’ve had quite a bit of trouble on the last floors, and as you can see, I even broke so ribs.” He lifts his shirt, revealing a large, bandaged area where the skin is swollen and discolored.
Both fighters glance at the wound on Alex’s body, their expressions shifting to concern. It’s clear they realize he isn’t in any condition to take on a fight right now.
However, the other fighter’s face lights up with a mischievous grin as he says, “Yeah, you’ll need to give it so ti before you jump into the ring. But I advise you to step in as soon as you can. Otherwise, people might start to look down on you, and rumors could start to swirl. You can trust on this. I’m Nibul, the Gentleman of floor 200; my words are worth sothing!”
“Yeah, you have a point… but I need to give my wound so ti to heal. Honestly, I might not stand a chance against you, but it would be a mory for the ages—to fight you in an official Heavens Arena match. That’s a story I’d love to share with my grandkids soday. So, how about it? Maybe a few weeks from now? By then, my wound should be mostly healed.”
Kell and Nibul exchange glances, trying hard to hide their smiles and excitent. Kell seizes the opportunity and suggests, “Yeah, we’re kind of busy as you may know. We wouldn’t typically consider fighting soone like you—it would be bad for our reputation. But I guess if it ans that much to you, we could squeeze you into our schedule. How about we schedule the fights right now?”
“REALLY?” Alex exclaims, a big smile spreading across his face. “YES, OF COURSE! Sorry for being so excited. I would love to set up my fight with you two right now.”
“Fine, we’ll do you this favor, rookie. Nobody can say Kell and Nibul are unwelcoming to newcors. Let’s schedule the fights. I need to fight in 2 weeks, and you, Kell, only have a few days longer, right? So let’s schedule my fight in 2 weeks and yours 3 days later. Don’t worry about this A… A…”
“Alex Kerber!” Alex interjects, looking a bit embarrassed but showing a hint of anger.
“Yes, Alex, of course. I’ll be going easy on you, so you don’t have to worry about fighting just 3 days later. It will be a nice, fair fight!”
“Sure, no problem. I guess if you’re going easy like you said, we can do it that way… I’m trusting you, okay?” Alex replies, looking a bit worried.
Alex and his two ‘idols’ approach the counter again and imdiately schedule their fights. The attendant glances at Kell, Nibul, and Alex, showing a hint of confusion but decides not to ntion anything other than the fights.
Just a few minutes later, Kell and Nibul chuckle. “Well, thank you so much for the free wins… hahaha. We’ll see you in a few weeks!”
Alex laughs and waves, feigning excitent. As his future opponents leave, nchi reappears with a smile, saying, “Decided to use the opportunity?”
Alex responds, “Yes, I have a plan. I, of course, accepted their ridiculous challenges. The people who are so weak, desperate, and talentless that they can only win by challenging and actively hunting for rookies are bound to be extrely weak. Perfect enemies for to gain so experience and essentially get free wins from.”
He continues, “Anyway, this was quite unexpected. Let’s et back up with Sua. Change of plans, I guess!”
Just a few minutes later, after calling the old hustler, she imdiately scolds them: “I TOLD YOU TO WAIT. WHY DID YOU ACCEPT THESE FIGHTS?” she screams angrily.
“Well, I saw an opportunity and took it. They must be weak if they act like a bunch of arrogant show-offs. I can’t believe they didn’t question my act, he replies, thinking, Guess Basic Eloquence lvl 3, my high CHA, and [Commander Shepard’s Dog Tag] are as effective as ever.
“Sua… I have a request,” Alex says. “You know a lot of fighters and rookie hunters, right? Can you spread so rumors about being a total idiot and gullible as hell? If these rookies are as arrogant as those two buffoons before, and they won't even bother to check out my old fights, I need to exploit this NOW.”
“How do you plan to exploit that?” Sua asks.
“Simple. I want to throw out as much bait as possible. I want every single rookie hunter to target ! I want to schedule as many fights as I can. Also, please talk to the attendant so she doesn’t ntion that I’m accepting matches left and right. I want ten matches scheduled—right now! Before I even fight once, I want all of them within 50 days! I just need a week or so to rest, which gives a bit more than 40 days to fight ten opponents,” Alex demands.
nchi grins at Alex, clearly impressed with his sche. He is deep in thought but remains silent about it.
Sua acts as if Alex wants to engage, and while Alex openly shows his face around the tower, visiting restaurants and attending events—he is approached by nurous fighters, all resembling creepy hunters, who desperately want to challenge him.
However, Alex does not imdiately accept their challenges. He plays along at first so they don’t beco suspicious.
A few days later, Alex's efforts pay off. Sua’s connections, sches, and reputation, combined with Alex’s seemingly naive and weak deanor, easily attract the exact type of fighters he expects: desperate, crude individuals without a hint of earnestness. It takes him a few more days, but to his own surprise, his plan works flawlessly. Less than a week later, Alex has a total of ten fights scheduled, just as he had hoped.
It is now the sixth day after his last fight.
He lies on the bed, his upper body naked, while nchi sits atop him. “Please tell it won’t hurt,” he pleads.
“Don’t be such a pathetic wimp!” nchi replies, almost giggling in anticipation, as she quickly pulls off Alex’s bandage in one swift motion.
“FUCK, SHIT! THIS HURTS!” Alex screams while nchi laughs.
Alex throws her off him and stands up. He does a few quick training exercises and notes: “I’m back to around 90%,” Secretly thinking, and more importantly, my HP Is back at 100%. I am ready for my next fight.
“So when is your first fight scheduled, huh? Want to do so sparring to get you back into shape?” nchi asks, a cheeky grin on her face.
“Two more days. I did my best to spread them out as evenly as possible. I made up so many ridiculous excuses that I can’t wait for them to realize their error. I can’t believe they actually did exactly what I wanted—what fine hunters they are. No wonder these bottom feeders can only dream about becoming floor masters. A few out of a hundred of those pathetic weaklings may actually succeed in farming ten wins like that, but how will they ever win against a true floor master without any real experience? After my first few fights, they’ll all know what’s in store for them, and they’ll be angry, confused, and utterly humiliated. I wonder if they will even try to fight against ,” Alex responds, excited that his sche has seemingly worked well enough to trick ten of them at the sa ti.
“Heh, you are a real piece of work, I gotta admit. Now show if you’ve forgotten how to fight during your week of recovery!” nchi says, taking on a fighting stance.
“Here we go again…” Alex says dejectedly, but he still aims to fight as hard as he can.
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