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After seeing the person handling the poison sprawled on the floor and wincing, I returned to the inside of the arena amid cheers from many people.

That person wasn’t particularly weak. How can it not be difficult to deal with poison?

The threat that something could happen even if you get slightly cut by a blade is a fear in itself.

In addition, people who deal with poison have to deal with them differently from ordinary enemies because their strategy is not to defeat the opponent in the first place, but to inject them with their own poison.

However, if there is something unfortunate about this enemy, it is that his compatibility with me is not very good.

First of all, as I embrace the divinity of the main god, I am immune to most poisons.

Even if I am not conscious of it, divinity naturally drives out unclean things, so even poisons that would kill an ordinary person just by brushing against them cannot be poisons to me.

To solve this problem, you have to inject a lot of poison or use a poison strong enough to surpass the level of divinity, but how easy is that?

Even if a significant poison attack breaks through my shield, I have the ability to purify it.

The type of magic that is widespread in sacred magic is related to purification, and I even have a morale skill called Armadi’s Mercy.

Wouldn’t it be impossible to torment me with poison unless you borrow the power of an evil spirit related to poison?

‘What can I do? Luck is also a skill.’

I sighed and laughed at my grandfather’s grumbling.

right. It’s something I shouldn’t say.

It’s okay to say something like that to someone who was unlucky enough to be eliminated like the previous opponent. Because that’s a fair complaint.

However, I shouldn’t say something like that, as I have gained experience avoiding strong players that I can’t seem to defeat, and have only met opponents that I can win against. This is truly a deception.

The laments of a failed person can be laughed off, but the sighs of a successful person bring shame.

I knew this all too well, as I had been blocked several times in the past for commenting on the Soul Academy bulletin board.

But why did you say something like that to your grandfather?

‘But grandpa. ‘I may not know at other times, but don’t I have the right to speak now?’

Because I too am going to fail in a little while.

On the way back to the waiting room, I checked the bracket and laughed when I remembered what Benedick had told me.

‘This is a story from when Papa was still young. At that time, Papa didn’t know what to do because he wanted to prove his strength. Beat up all those who belonged to the Knights Templar. Attacking all kinds of dungeons. As if that wasn’t enough, he abandoned many of his family’s duties and traveled around the continent, dealing with many powerful people.’

‘It was at that time that I met a woman named Rasha. She, like me at the time, was walking around destroying various strongmen, and she came to crush me herself and we exchanged weapons.’

‘He was a pretty fun opponent. I don’t know what you’ll think when I say this, but it’s rare to find someone who can compete with Papa in strength, both then and now. Rasha was one of the few exceptions. It might have been dangerous if her skills had been better.’

‘I don’t think I would lose if I competed again now, but it would be more difficult than before. ‘Because I was weak and that guy was not weak.’

Rasha. The one to whom Benedick admitted inaction.

Even if we consider the entire continent as a standard, we are a powerhouse that ranks at the top.

Her name came up after easily crushing many opponents that I thought were difficult, and before I knew it, she was sitting across from me.

Chances of victory?

does not exist.

I’m not saying this as a joke, but it’s a conclusion I came to after thinking about it after watching Leesha destroy other opponents several times in the contestant’s exclusive seating area.

There really is no chance of winning at all.

How the fuck am I supposed to defeat the evil apostle in charge of fighting who pops up at the end of the game?

I don’t know when I’m fighting with the keyboard and mouse on the other side of the monitor. How can you survive when you have to fight that monster yourself?

‘I wish it wasn’t me either. that’s right. It’s clear.’

When I first saw Rasha fighting, I was just disgusted and couldn’t relate her to the apostle of struggle.

Because the name and appearance of the girl I saw on the other side of the monitor and the girl I see now are different.

But as I watched her destroy another opponent, I felt a sense of déjà vu.

The way you swing your fist or something. Things like various habits when going in to attack an opponent. Something like a line spoken when fighting an enemy.

What accentuated my sense of déjà vu was the fierce energy that emanated from around Benedick when she looked up at her.

Most people, even Benedick, thought of that energy as mere fighting spirit and passed over it, but not me.

As a rotten member of Soul Academy and an apostle of Armadi, I knew where that energy came from. It was clearly the energy of an evil spirit.

‘On the surface, it looks that way. On the surface.’

In this world where your entire bloodline can be destroyed the moment you are discovered to be associated with an evil god, the only people who worship evil gods are crazy bastards.

Of course, the apostle of struggle is also a person who has turned greatly to one side. Although he looks fine on the outside, he is clearly a madman inside. A mentally ill person who is not good to have around.

‘Even if I’m mistaken, it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t beat this person.’

The difference in objective power is too large. Even if I pour out all the divinity in my body right now, my limit is to withstand a few attacks.

You can’t take her down. If defeat is certain anyway, wouldn’t it be better to fall quietly before the evil god’s apostle reveals his true identity?

The status window will fly away and only the perverted apostle and the stupid fox will be happy, but what can you do? There is no answer.

Haha. It’s really unfair.

They say you only get stronger when your reputation is almost full? Why does the guy who shouts “Let’s fight!” appear here?

Why are you blocking my path?

“Oh. Benedick’s daughter.”

While I was wiping my face, thinking that my life seemed to be full of trouble, I heard a voice giggling next to me.

The first thing I saw when I turned my head to follow him was the bloated muscles that did not match the woman’s voice.

The muscles that would make even a decent knight look thin were enough to make me question whether I and the person in front of me were of the same race.

“It’s really small. How can such a small child be born from such a giant?”

It seemed like the other person felt the same way, and there was interest in the eyes of Rasha, a woman looking down at me from above.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Rasha. This is the person who fought with your father before.”

Her smile was full of goodwill, but my mind was extremely complicated as I faced him.

I am an apostle of the main god and she is an apostle of Nir, the evil god of struggle. I couldn’t open my mouth hastily because I knew that the moment his identity was revealed, that person’s good smile would change to the exact opposite.

“Mmm. Do you want some candy? It’s sweet and delicious.”

‘…no. it’s okay. Lasha.’

“That’s it. Who knows who the kid is? Unlike you, I have a high mental age. It’s a muscle pig.”

When I saw Rasha’s eyes turn downward, I lamented inwardly and prepared to take out my mace and shield at any moment.

“Khaha. A muscle pig. As expected of Benedict’s daughter, she has a good pulpit.”

Fortunately, the worst I expected did not unfold. Rasha filled the hallway with her boisterous laughter and did not show the slightest sign of displeasure.

It looks like you don’t know my identity yet. I think she just thinks of me as Benedick’s daughter. If you do this, as long as you lose cleanly and retreat, there will be no problem.

“Or are you subtly picking a fight with me because I am the apostle of the main god?”

A cold sensation ran down my spine as the words flowed out as if it was no big deal.

Did you realize that I am an apostle of the Lord? how? Right now, I must be completely hiding the divinity of the Lord, right?

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? haha. Benedick’s daughter. It is true that you are outstanding for your age, but you are still young. There are too many things lacking to fool me.”

The moment Rasha took a step forward, she took a big step back and took out her shield and mace.

are you okay. There’s Benedick’s around here. If you just hold out until the tactical weapon gets here, he’ll take care of everything.

The question is whether he can survive until then.

I have to do it.

If you don’t, you’ll be left behind.

As Rasha was preparing for the clash by spreading out her sacred energy generously, Rasha let out a hearty laugh once again.

The sound of laughter was loud enough to vibrate the hallway and make people in the waiting room come out one by one.

what? Why are you doing something so conspicuous? Nothing good will come of this, right?

My doubts grew as Rasha blocked out the surroundings and our sounds instead of running towards me.

“Calm down. I have no intention of touching you yet.”

‘You want me to believe that?’

“Are you telling me to believe that? Have the muscles grown so large that they even invade the brain?”

“Why should I cut off an unmanned company with a bright future?”

The moment I saw Rasha shrugging her shoulders, I thought back to her settings.

“There seems to be some misunderstanding, so let me clarify: I didn’t become this guy’s apostle because I really believed in an evil spirit. I just accepted the offer because doing bad things can affect more powerful people than doing good things.”

Apostle of struggle.

“The evil spirit is still talking about something. Is it my part-time job? You are the one who can reach a height similar to or even higher than that of Benedick Aln, who defeated me. But why would I kill you now? If we meet later after you have achieved great success, you will have a more enjoyable experience than ever before.”

A madman who thinks that if he can fight the strong, then anything else is fine.

“What? If I break your neck now, Benedick will risk everything he has to come kill me, and that will be a pretty fun experience. That’s something you can do later, even if you break your neck after you reach great heights.”

The old man let out a laugh as she lifted the corners of her mouth and said, “I’m not that smart, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have patience.”

‘But it was crazy in a way that was beneficial to me.’

It’s much better to be crazy like that than to have a maniac rushing to rip my head off right now.

“Participants. What’s going on?”

When the arena staff came after hearing the commotion and knocked on the barrier, Rasha withdrew the magic with a good-natured smile.

“Sorry. Because I was excited to meet a young talent, I threatened him. I guess I scared them too much.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

“We solved it well through conversation, so you can rest assured. right? Benedick’s daughter?”

After receiving Rasha’s glance, I put away my weapon and shook my head.

Because I knew that if I caused a fuss, not only my life but also the lives of the people here would be in danger.

After the employee, who was relieved to see him, left with a request to refrain from making a fuss, Rasha waved his hand and turned away, saying he would see him at the next game.

“Ah. really. Benedick’s daughter. Even if I don’t win, I’ll do my best. Because if I don’t, I’ll feel a lot worse.”

…is this a death threat?