Lawless & Sinful Another World

My fist was clenched tightly as I swung it. It cut through the air over and over and over again. It didn’t land once. The heat and excitement in the arena gradually faded away, replaced by louder and louder jeers directed at me.

“How long are you going to keep this up!” “Are you really saying you beat Miarant like that!”

Mud-splattering insults flew from the audience, and there was no support at all for me. Even the commentator had given up on his job. He knew things were different from what he had been told and couldn’t say anything. Even Miarant herself was now staring at me with cold eyes.

Everyone’s reactions were different, but everyone was feeling the same thing.

They had expected something else. That was all there was to it.

The fact that they weren’t seeing Ro-tsu was the only thing I knew. That was why it was only natural that things were different.

No matter how many jeers came at me, I would only do one thing.

I would fight using my own method to win.

Whether they saw it as Ro-tsu or not, or whether they thought I looked like I couldn’t win, it didn’t matter.

The thread of victory had always been right there from the start.

“That’s enough already!”

Suddenly, accompanied by an angry roar, Miarant’s fist drove deep into my stomach.

“Guhh!?”

My solar plexus was missed. But the damage from her punch was enough to make me collapse to the mat and sink into unconsciousness.

“You weren’t that weak when we fought before. And why didn’t you use that thing? Answer me.”

I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to. The fierce pain in my abdomen and the nausea rising inside me kept me silent.

But Miarant didn’t wait for my words. She simply knelt in front of me, watching me as I struggled to catch my breath.

She was waiting for this.

I had to endure the pain in my body, steady my breathing, and confirm that both my hands and arms were still moving. I checked each of my ten fingers, then moved my wrists, elbows, and shoulders one by one. It was the same motion a wounded person makes to check their own condition.

“That was very simple.”

The actions came with her words.

By doing so, Miarant could focus on what I was saying and treat the motions as secondary. She moved fluidly yet slowly, as if her life was ebbing away, as if she was still putting up the last of her resistance.

I reached out with both hands toward her ankles and grasped the glowing part, stimulating it with my fingertips.

“I’m not Ro-tsu.”

The line I spoke only for her was heard by everyone in the venue.

At that moment, the jeers turned away from me and toward the organizers.

“Who the hell is this guy? Why did you put him on the ring? Etc.”

As soon as everyone realized I wasn’t Ro-tsu, their interest in the match I had already lost completely vanished.

But that was different.

From that exact moment onward, the advantage belonged to me.

“Kyaaan!”

While jeers still echoed, a cute yet pathetic voice rang out.

Most spectators couldn’t tell where the voice came from at first. But some did. Because they were watching.

On the ring, Miarant — who had been grabbing my leg — had fallen on her butt with a pathetic expression and was letting out a pathetic moan.

At first some people didn’t recognize the voice, but soon their gazes turned toward the ring. The confident Miarant being reduced to this, combined with the fact that the voice sounded exactly like hers, left no room for doubt.

“Nnnaaa!?!”

It was frustrating to give them another chance to confirm, but I let them hear Miarant’s pathetic voice again.

This time, it was clearly Miarant moaning. But no cheers rose from the audience.

They couldn’t understand what was happening. The entire venue had become the same.

But there was one fact that only I knew.

The moment Miarant had been told she could use magic, I had started using magic on her body.

At that instant, I had known victory was possible.

From the moment I found the glowing spots scattered across her body that I called “victory.”

I had known victory was possible.

At that instant, I had known victory was possible.

From the moment I found the glowing spots scattered across her body that I called “victory.”