Chapter 20: Ravin vs Nivera
’Ah yes, it’s finally my turn. I wonder how much CP I’ll farm once the crowd sees me in action. I bet at least three girls faint before I even lift my blade.’
(Sigh... I don’t even want to say anything anymore. I quit.)
’Hey, now don’t be like that. I’m just stating facts.’
As I grinned shamelessly, the announcer’s voice rang out across the coliseum, echoing with magical amplification.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the final duel of the day—we present one of the crowd favorites! The man, the myth, the musician... Ravin, against none other than Vice Principal Gravis himself!"
The crowd erupted like a dam had broken. Roses, handkerchiefs, glittering notes of affection—and wait, was that a pair of silk undergarments?—all flew toward the platform.
I casually removed my coat and tossed it aside. Beneath it, I wore a white t-shirt and black trousers which are easy to fight in. Now, I know it sounds weird, but I look good in basically anything, so that’s not a problem.
’Pixia, did you see that?’
(Yes, Host. I just saw a girl faint while blowing a kiss. Your fan club is now officially a cult.)
’So flattering. I might become even more of a narcissist.’
Vice Principal Gravis stood ahead of me, looking every bit the composed powerhouse—his mana sword pulsing gently, like a coiled beast in disguise. His face bore the relaxed confidence of someone who could dismantle kingdoms and still be home in time for tea.