Chapter 172: Presentation

Chapter 172: Presentation

Worm!Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Thats the first thing Atticus shouts at me while Im walking with the belt still above my head through the boos, slowly and deliberately, toward the center of the arena.

I think that the Elf repeated the word quite a few times before I could actually hear him. The music from my metal blocks has finally expired, but the crowd is still riled up. They are shouting at me, hurling insults, snarling with foam at their mouths. Some of them look ready to jump down from the battlements and dismember me alive, to rip off the skin from my body.

I wink at Atticus as I slowly lower the champions belt and put it back in my bag of holding the thing is a bit too cumbersome to be worn during serious duels.

Suddenly, a shiver runs down my spine. I immediately turn my head to a specific point in the stands, but I cant see anyone. Its actually a half-ruined part where no one is sitting. Theres just a massive rock that has fallen on that part of the stands. But its like some kind of beast is staring right at me with ravenous eyes.

That artifact is almost relic-level, Joey Luciani.

Lord Juler brings me back to reality and Atticus.

The armor?

The [Supreme Archmagus] nods, spiritually speaking. Its more like a nudge, physically.

Indeed, Atticus is wearing spectacular armor. However, to me, it looks like a mix of spinach and bovine leather, but it is impressive Ill give him that. Its clearly not metal, but it shines like the most lustrous polished mineral. If I had to place it in a story, its the kind of artifact a hero gets before he has to slay the big evil monster. Sadly, Im the monster in this story. I mean, sadly for him.

The armor reaches his neck and envelops his head but still somehow leaves his long blonde hair flowing in the back. Weird. And not just weird

Im not going to lieit looks kind of gay. It looks like what K-pop girls would love to see their idols in. And thats not a flattering look if you are a man, gender studies or not.

Are you ready to die, worm?!

Woah, dude, I recoil. This guy has enchanted his voice a bit too much.

The crowd goes crazy at that. Not that I blame them. He looks like a hero from a book, while I havent slept more than eight hours in two days. I have bags under my eyes, and I think my hair is a bit filthy. Not too much, but enough to notice. Plus, my scar and attire make me look like a homeless person with very flashy shorts. Red sparkling shorts, if I forgot to tell you.

But being the underdog is the American way. Thats how we write books and make films, baby. From zero to hero, from rags to riches, from stable to stars the last one is an Italian saying. Anyway, you get what Im saying.

I look around, trying to see who the referee of this match will be, when what looks like an [Archmage] levitates above the arena.

Im tempted to dispel this womans levitation, but Id rather not have that huge wheel bisect me at the hip. Or lower. A shiver goes through my body at the thought of my poor nether region suffering such a terrible fate.

Well, well, well. People of the Nine Towers Academy, do you have anything to say to this Vanedeni apologist?

More boos, as one would expect.

Yo, Magneto, can we hurry up? Isnt there a whole queue of idiots like that one? I say while pointing at Atticus.

Let me explain the rules! she shouts while she levitates up in the air again. The large columns at the borders of the arena hold powerful enchantments capable of blocking even [Archmage]-level spells and will keep you all safe. The Human will fight until he has Mana or until there are no more opponents. If you want to duel him too, ask the assistant of your [Archmage], and you shall be added to the list. Every participant can request a duel to the death!

She makes a brief pause, and the audience goes nuts, shouting their approval for my eventual death. Meh, no biggie. Id do the same in their place.

The Human cant refuse to fight to the death unless he wants to be disqualified!

More shouts of approval.

Theres no limit on artifacts, relics, or other, as is customary in the Nine Towers Academy!

Very nepotistic, really. But I dont care. I have my fair share of good artifacts. And its not like I can just drop the hat if the rules said otherwise. Or I could for ten minutes? But how does it work; can you then

So, for the first round, the Human she interrupts my thoughts.

More boos.

Will fight with Atticus, the disciple of [Archmage] Titus!

Lots of cheering.

Meh, come on. Lets start this. My hands are getting itchy. And not just my hands. I made the bright red sparkly shorts from synthetic material. And Im not wearing underwear, if you catch my drift. But I cant just rub the handle during the match, can I?

So, start as soon as you hear the flute!

What? The what?