Chapter 147: Versus Zakira (1/2)

I walk down the stands and enter the waiting room— completely unmotivated to do this. As Pink said, there’s no way I can win against Zakira. ; ; ;

I mean, if I had that Unnamed 01 skill, then maybe…? ; ;

Ah, never mind, no need to think about using something that costs freaking 50,000 life points. How many points do I have right now? ; ; ;

[3612. After removing the consumed points, you only earned about 212 points since you woke up at the hospital. Remember, your system is not glitched anymore— there’s a timer to level up. And if you don’t earn enough points by then, you will miss out on the Unnamed skill. And believe me, you don’t want that.] ; ;

[So, you need to up your game, buddy.] ; ;

True, but you know how the last few days have been like. All this matter about the Chaos magic and everything— I am actually surprised that I gained any points at all. ; ; ;

Anyway, I hope I will get a decent number of points at Evelyn’s brothel today. And I can also ask her about the trip to the Elf Kingdom there. ; ; ;

Let’s see… ; ; ;

“Jacob!? There you are! Enter the arena, please!” ; ;

I don’t even get to properly sit in the waiting room before my name gets called out by Miss Laura— my class teacher and one of the coordinators. ; ; ;

“Alright…” ; ;

Lazily, I get up and drag my feet to the arena. Though, to my utter surprise, the pitifully dull crowd suddenly starts roaring with excitement. While Zakira’s diehard fans jeer at me, others are actually cheering for me. ; ; ;

“Wow…” ; ;

It looks like I got more popular than I thought. Well, winning against the Elven princess was pretty cool (and unexpected for everyone), to be honest. ; ; ;

Sigh… But now, my pathetic defeat is going to be even more embarrassing. I mean, all these people actually believe that I have a chance to win against Zakira. They are going to be so disappointed seeing me get knocked out in a second. ; ;

Is it too late to dig a hole and bury myself? ; ; ;

[Yes— Yes, it is.] ; ;

… ; ; ;

As I enter the arena, Zakira also stands up from her seat and walks down the stands (while waving back at her fans). Then, standing on the opposite side to me, she folds her hands and stares into my eyes with a serious expression. ; ; ;

“That spell of yours worked against ;Ilyrana, but don’t think it will work against me as well. I will dodge it before it even comes close,” she says with confidence. ; ; ;

… ; ; ;

There we go. She already knows how to counter my spell. Great. ; ;

[Well, if you really want to win, you can just order her to stay still and get blasted by your attacks. She’s your slave, after all.] ; ;

I know, but wouldn’t that be a dick move? ; ; ;

[… Yeah, it ;kinda ;would.] ; ;

“Alright! We are in the quarter-finals! It’s a bit earlier than expected— but that’s all more fun!” The student doing the commentary says, getting his microphone back from Principal Winde. ; ; ;

“Anyway, this is the last duel before lunch-time, and it’s also one of the most anticipated ones yet! The extremely beautiful, immensely strong, and mesmerizingly graceful Princess Zakira versus the plain-looking Jacob, also known as, “the guy who got lucky against Princess ;Ilyrana”! ; ; ;

“Let’s see who will win! Though we already know who it’s going to be. You cannot get lucky twice, can you?” ; ;

… ; ; ;

Who is this fucking bastard!? ; ; ;

I quickly and discreetly flash my middle-finger to the fucker before facing Zakira again. ; ;

“Yeah, fuck you, too, you mother— Sorry! Sorry, Miss Laura! My tongue slipped— won’t happen again! I am sorry!” ; ; ;

The bastard hastily apologizes to Miss Laura as she approaches him angrily. ; ; ;

“A-Anyway, let’s start the duel! Three… Two— No, please don’t take the microphone, ma’am— one! Go!” ; ;

Zakira immediately gets into a stance, ready to jump aside should I fire the Chaos-ball. But when she notices that I am not doing anything, she quickly raises her hand and waves it at me (like she does against other weaker opponents). ; ; ;

The next instant, I sense something weird happening. Magic condenses around my body, trying to enter my head. I’ve actually seen Zakira cast this magic before. Every time, her opponents just lose their consciousness and fall down like a rag doll. ; ; ;

I wait for the same thing to happen to me as well— but it doesn’t. While the magic is getting concentrated around me, it isn’t actually coming close enough to do anything. ; ; ;

Even Zakira looks bewildered at this phenomenon. With a frown, she waves her hands again, repeating the magic. But there’s no result this time, either. ; ; ;

She didn’t forget how to do it, did she? ; ; ;

Nah, that’s impossible… Anyway… ; ; ;

Taking advantage of Zakira’s confused state, I quickly launch a barrage of fireballs at her. She doesn’t even try to evade, taking the damage head-on. ; ; ;