Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 121

121

Clang-!

The air vibrates with a sharp, cracking sound.

Clang-!

A dark crimson arrow streaks through the air, and a massive spear deflects it.

“…….”

The audience is left speechless.

Even the slave gladiators gape, unable to fully grasp the unfolding situation.

The Dark Elf sprints in a semicircle around the arena.

She nocks and fires arrows with incredible speed.

Each time, Turam effortlessly deflects the arrows with his spear.

Each strike resonates with an impact the audience has never experienced before.

Those who had been staring blankly at the arena begin to show changes in their expressions, one by one.

First, bewilderment, followed by excitement and anticipation.

“The hero Turam isn’t even moving!”

“A Dark Elf slave is pushing Turam back?!

The Dark Elf girl is overwhelming the monster that even the Black Ogre couldn’t withstand with a single blow, using her overwhelming power.

A relentless barrage of arrows.

Turam remains stationary, deflecting each one.

Loki, watching from the waiting room entrance connected to the arena, shakes his head.

“Sellaht is being pushed back.”

Sellaht gritted her teeth.

“Not moving at all just means there’s no need to dodge.”

Loki could clearly see Sellaht’s growing impatience.

It was only natural.

She was unleashing her most powerful attacks, but Turam was merely standing his ground, wielding his spear with ease.

Karma also watched, exclaiming in admiration.

“…Haha! Amazing!”

To think a Dark Elf could be this strong!

‘None of my attacks are working!’

Sellaht bit her lower lip, realizing that her attacks were useless, even though she believed she had become stronger.

Turam was simply smiling.

He even seemed to be urging her to show him more.

‘Is he looking down on me?!’

Veins popped out on Sellaht’s legs, then her arms, neck, and forehead.

[Acceleration]

Sellaht’s movements become even faster.

She had learned various skill books from Loki since her time in the North.

The result of her efforts to become stronger was something Sellaht could feel.

She would use this opportunity to show her power to that arrogant human!

Sellaht stomps on the arena wall.

Bang-!

The wall cracks as Sellaht shoots up like a bullet, heading towards Turam’s head.

‘She’s gotten faster?’

Turam felt a sense of novelty.

‘Is it magic that enhances the body? But he didn’t cast any spells.’

Moreover, she didn’t gradually get faster; she accelerated rapidly.

As far as Turam knew, there was no magic that had such an immediate effect.

‘If that’s the case, then it’s either unknown magic or a [Divine Artifact] [A powerful, often unique, magical item].’

Sellaht, who had jumped up, aims an arrow at Turam’s head.

A dark crimson aura rises from the arrow, expanding.

Turam’s eyes widened at the sight.

“That… I can’t block that.”

[Aerial Bombardment]

The arrow explodes, splitting into dozens of pieces and raining down. Turam stepped back.

콰콰콰쾅-!

The arena floor explodes, and flames erupt.

“…What a peculiar power.”

Turam, emerging from the smoke, burst into laughter.

‘It’s quite fast for magic, and its power is considerable.’

‘Is it really a [Divine Artifact]? But he had never heard of an individual being able to use multiple Divine Artifacts.’

Turam’s massive body slams down onto the floor.

‘He moved!’

Sellaht tightened her grip on her bow.

Turam looked up at Sellaht.

He felt a sense of disappointment that she was smiling.

‘Does she lack combat experience compared to her strength?’

‘She easily becomes complacent and falls into arrogance.’

‘These are mindsets that those who seek strength should never have.’

“It’s easy to become a target when you’re in the air, little one.”

Turam swung his spear in the air.

Bang-!

The air exploded, and a shockwave flew towards Sellaht.

콰직-!

Sellaht’s body is thrown back and embedded in the arena wall.

“……!”

Sellaht coughed up blood.

‘It’s hard to breathe. It feels like a broken rib is piercing her lung.’

Turam moves again.

The spear flew towards Sellaht’s head, and an intense flame erupted, detonating Turam’s spear.

“Huh?!

Turam looked at the entity that had deflected his spear.

A burning mass of flames.

A being barely the size of his palm had blocked his spear.

‘A spirit?’

Spirit King Ifrit glared at Turam.

“Hehe!”

Turam stroked his chin.

‘For some reason, he looks familiar.’

‘Although he didn’t have the same majesty as before, that small flame was definitely the spirit that the Demon King Kalib had controlled.’

“Long time no see, Spirit of Fire.”

「…….」

“The fact that you’ve appeared means we can engage in battle in earnest, right?”

Turam takes a step forward.

Ifrit was perplexed.

The person in front of him was a monster who had transcended humanity.

He couldn’t think of any way to stop this person.

It was then.

Something rushed out from right under Ifrit.

Turam, whose gaze had been focused on Ifrit, belatedly lowered his gaze.

Sellaht slid forward, burrowing between Turam’s massive legs.

The arrow is aimed at Turam’s body.

“……!”

Turam felt a chill.

‘Dangerous!’

“Reverse Summoning.”

Ifrit’s body breaks down into molecular units and disappears.

“Ifrit!”

Flames erupt on Sellaht’s arrow, and Ifrit is imbued within it.

[Piercing Shadow]

Furthermore, magic is infused, and the penetration skill is doubly overlaid.

Sellaht fired the arrow towards Turam’s heart.

쾅!

The arrow, piercing the atmosphere and soaring into the sky, pierced through the dark clouds.

Silence filled the arena.

Turam, sweating profusely, steadied his deflected body in the air.

Sellaht’s pupils trembled as if in turmoil.

By a hair’s breadth.

Turam dodged the arrow.

But even though he dodged it, he didn’t completely negate the impact, and his armor shattered.

Turam looked at his breastplate.

He couldn’t imagine what he would have become if he didn’t have this armor.

Turam, who had felt fear for a moment due to the precarious tension, became excited.

He raised his spear.

“Excellent!!”

He swung the spear, and the shaft struck Sellaht’s body.

콰직-!

Sellaht’s body collided with the ground as if exploding, rolling several times before crashing into the wall.

「크으윽-!」

As if to cushion Sellaht’s impact, Ifrit supported her from behind.

“Excellent!! It’s been a long time since I’ve been this tense, not since the Demon King Kalib!”

Turam was excited.

He moved his massive body quickly.

쿵-! 쿵-!

He raised his spear to deliver the final blow.

He was about to slam the spear down on Sellaht when he suddenly stopped.

“Huh?”

Turam gently raised his spear again and looked at his opponent.

The opponent was motionless with her head bowed.

“Uh…? Uh?”

Turam seemed flustered and touched his forehead.

“This! Surely it’s not over already? No, wasn’t it just beginning?! Ahin, wake up!”

Turam’s voice echoed loudly.

But Sellaht’s body fell limply to the floor.

A clear state of combat incapacity.

“Su, surely she’s not dead, is she?!”

‘It would be troublesome if this elf with this special power died. She needs to grow more to be able to fight me on equal terms, right?’

Fortunately, he could see her breathing.

She had fainted.

Turam was relieved.

“…As expected, the people of the father’s generation are monsters, aren’t they?”

Karma clicked his tongue.

At the same time, he shouted at the slave announcer who was commentating from the audience seats.

“Hey!”

“…Yes?”

“This body and that Dark Elf will surrender!”

“A, understood.”

As the slave announcer gestured, ropes fell into the arena.

Karma picked up Sellaht and grabbed the ropes.

The slaves pulled up the ropes, dragging the two out of the arena.

Turam, who had been watching the scene, turned his gaze to the other slave gladiators.

“I’m sorry about this.”

“…….”

“Only one person must remain to participate in the next match.”

The slave gladiators froze.

“I’ll, I’ll try to be as gentle as possible….”

Turam slung his spear over his shoulder.

“Stay still.”

***

A pain that felt like his whole body was breaking was felt.

‘It hurts-!’

Even though his body was hot, a chill permeated him, and he felt cold.

A warm fur cloak was placed over her, sharing warmth with her as she shivered from the chills.

A hand touched her forehead.

Cold.

But it was a pleasant coolness.

It seemed to lower the heat in her body even further.

And some liquid flowed into her mouth.

She drank it, feeling thirsty.

Soon, the pain gradually disappeared.

Sellaht slowly opened her eyes.

“Are you alright?”

The silhouette of a familiar man appeared before her eyes.

“…Loki.”

She muttered, forgetting to use honorifics [A system of linguistic markers used to show respect or deference in some languages].

“It was a great match.”

“…….”

‘But I lost…’ she wanted to say.

Frustration welled up.

Even though her enemy was right in front of her, she couldn’t push him even once.

As she bit her lower lip at her own weakness, blood seeped out, wetting her mouth with a bitter taste.

Loki didn’t say any words of comfort.

He was just there by her side.

That was a comfort to Sellaht.

After sobbing quietly for a while, she covered her face with her hands. And her skin turned red.

“The next match will begin soon!”

The announcer’s voice echoed loudly.

Loki got up from his seat.

Now, the final match remained.

The two survivors.

Loki and Turam. And monsters were scheduled to be released into the arena, and about 100 slave gladiators were also scheduled to enter the arena for entertainment.

“I’ll be away for a while.”

Loki left his seat, and a quiet silence flowed.

In the empty space, a flame rose.

Ifrit, who had appeared in this world after a long time, looked at Sellaht.

「Hey, are you crying?」

Sellaht’s face turned even redder.

「You were crying!」

Sellaht threw the fur cloak she was covering herself with at Ifrit.

She was annoyed by Ifrit, who was scratching at her, as she was embarrassed that she had sobbed due to her frustration.

“Who’s crying.”

Sellaht coughed dryly with an expressionless face.

However, she couldn’t hide the fact that her eyes were swollen.

Sellaht straightened her clothes and came out of what appeared to be a treatment room.

「Where are you going?」

“To the audience seats.”

「…Are you going to watch his fight?」

Sellaht nodded.

But she had another purpose as well.

She had seen what the slaves were doing in the audience seats.

“Now, guess who will win!!”

“The two survivors of this final match! Turam versus Hoon! Who will win?!”

The people in the audience shouted, giving money to the slaves.

“Of course, it’s Turam!”

“How can you beat the Hero of the Twelve?”

“I’ll bet everything on Turam!!”

Sellaht nodded as she watched the scene.

She now knew how this tournament was being conducted.

She approached a slave and handed over the pouch containing all her possessions.

“All in on Hoon.”

The slave looked at Sellaht and was startled.

He was surprised to see the Dark Elf who had been active in the previous match right in front of him.

The slave handed the ticket to Sellaht.

“Oh! Sellaht, you’re able to move now?”

At that moment, Sellaht heard a grating voice.

She frowned and turned her head, only to be left with a dumbfounded expression.

“Since you’re able to move, won’t you save this body?”

Sellaht’s gaze turned to the audience seats.

Karma was there, and she could see the slave warriors aiming dozens of spears at him.

Some of them cautiously approached Sellaht, aiming their spears at her as if nervous.

“I, I’m arresting you as traitors to the Cron Empire!”

‘What is this nonsense?’

Sellaht’s brow could not help but furrow.

***

Loki entered the arena and looked at the monster in the center of the arena.

The head and torso were a lion, and the lower body was a sheep’s hooves.

The tail had a scorpion’s stinger, and there were two snake heads on both shoulders.

The 5m tall body was muscular and burly overall, with black skin, a composite creature monster.

It was a Chimera.

“Oh, this territory. It has considerable power. Did they even catch something like that?”

Another door to the arena opens.

About 100 slave gladiators entered to release the Chimera’s chains for the match.

Another person, Turam, also entered.

Although the Chimera was in front of him, Turam’s gaze was only on Loki.

“What kind of power will you show?”

Loki slowly walked forward, holding a cheap longsword.

“Then, the match will begin-.”

The slave gladiators released the Chimera’s chains.

“-Now!”

At the same time, the Chimera’s body exploded, and Turam jumped out from the blood.

Soon, he reached right in front of Loki.

The massive spear blade was swung towards Loki’s front.