Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 119

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The player who became a constellation – Episode 119

Inn, single room.

Karma brought in a hawk.

It was a hawk he and his sister had raised since they were young, and it wouldn’t obey anyone else.

Perhaps because it had been in the corner of the luggage sleigh, the hawk glared at Karma as if complaining.

“I’m sorry. I’ll give you this as an apology.”

Karma fed the hawk a piece of meat and sat down at the table to write a letter.

‘To think they would target a merchant who has ties to Lord Harem.’

It was actually a good thing.

Knowing Lord Harem’s personality, he wouldn’t stand still.

Thanks to that, things became easier.

Karma tied the letter to the hawk’s leg.

“Go to Sharin.”

Then he flew it out the window.

If his sister received this letter, she would help him with what he wanted to do.

“Now, what I have to do is….”

There was only one thing.

A magnificent fortress-like castle visible outside the window.

It was the castle where Lord Harem lived.

Madness mushrooms are being cultivated in the basement of that place.

“I’ll burn it down.”

Burn down the madness mushroom cultivation complex.

‘A merchant who deals with madness mushrooms comes, and coincidentally, the mushroom cultivation complex burns down.’

Moreover, the person the merchant is guiding had a conflict with Bahalt, the head of the Bahalt Merchant Guild, who has ties to Lord Harem.

Isn’t it a wonderful coincidence?

Listing the facts makes it suspicious.

‘But that won’t be enough to move him.’

Lord Harem needs to provoke him emotionally so that he has a justification to strike him.

To do that, there are ingredients to prepare.

“Let’s see.”

Karma looked at the bow and quiver he bought for a large sum in the market street.

‘Perfect for a gift!’

It’s a top-quality item only sought after by imperial nobles.

‘I hope the dark elf likes it.’

He broke one of the arrowheads and smiled faintly.

‘There’s still not enough justification to strike Lord Harem, so I have to create it forcibly.’

He felt sorry for the dark elf girl, but she would have to be ‘bait’ for him.

‘I’m so lucky.’

Not only did he arrive safely in Harel Territory, but he also made connections with skilled people.

And what’s more? They even targeted a merchant who has ties to Lord Harem.

Lord Harem must be aware of Loki and Sallot.

At that time, an arrowhead will be found at the scene where the mushroom cultivation site burned down.

‘And if that arrowhead is an arrow used by the dark elf?’

Lord Harem will think that the dark elf burned down his mushroom complex.

And that arrow will point to me.

There is no better opportunity than this.

“Now, shall we infiltrate the basement of the castle! I don’t know if I can, but….”

Karma prided himself on being a first-class infiltrator.

***

Several days passed.

Meanwhile, incidents and accidents occurred in Harel Territory.

The large-scale mushroom farm in the basement of the lord’s castle was burned down.

The fire spread quickly, but because it was underground, black smoke couldn’t escape outside.

Thanks to that, even the investigation was delayed.

Lord Harem was furious, but he couldn’t identify the culprit because he couldn’t investigate.

As time passed, the day of the Colosseum’s Blood Festival arrived.

“Ooooooh!”

“It’s raining on the day of the tournament!”

“It’s a day when the constellation’s blessing is pouring down!”

First day of the tournament.

It started to drizzle.

Rain in the desert is like a blessing.

People on the streets enjoyed the rain while also remembering to receive the rain in wide-mouthed bowls.

“…….”

Sallot opened the window and reached out to the falling raindrops.

Rainwater touches her fingertips.

She didn’t dislike this kind of rain either.

Or perhaps all elves like rain.

Rain was the lifeblood that helped the trees grow.

Above all, the quiet sound of raindrops brings peace of mind.

She quietly felt the raindrops and calmed her mind.

“Let’s go now.”

Sallot turned around at the voice coming from behind.

Loki was standing there, and a longsword was hanging from his waist.

Sallot tilted her head.

“That weapon is… ?”

“Are you talking about this? I bought it from a nearby weapon shop.”

He just bought it because it caught his eye, and it was a rusty sword with a dull blade.

But why is he holding it?

As she tilted her head instead of asking a question, Loki said.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“……?”

“I’m also participating in the tournament.”

“……!”

***

Colosseum tournament day.

Loki arrived at the wide hall connected to the Colosseum arena.

Numerous tournament participants were gathered.

Loki scanned them, then sat down on an empty brick chair and took out a skill book to write.

Watching him, the gazes of those gathered in the waiting room converged.

– ‘Kill the man named Hoon.’

– ‘Don’t give him a chance to surrender. Punish that guy who dared to injure Bahalt, who has ties to me, after hearing the name of this Harem!’

– ‘He seems to be a magician, so kill him before he uses magic!’

– ‘If you subdue him, I’ll make you free from slavery.’

Lord Harem had bribed most of the slave gladiators in this waiting room.

They, who dreamed of freedom, glared at Loki as if they would kill him.

Regardless, Loki was focused on creating the skill book.

***

…I’m doomed.

Sallot grabbed her head and groaned.

Loki is participating in the tournament?

There’s no way she can beat him, right?

Why did he participate?

For fun?

‘It’s possible enough.’

He seemed like the type to move first when he’s bored.

In some ways, he was similar to the Nord tribe.

‘Or… for me?’

…That might be a little pleasing?

Anyway, Sallot’s mind was getting complicated.

“Why are you so nervous! Dark Elf!”

…Why is this guy so lively?

Sallot looked at the person who spoke to her in the Colosseum waiting room.

A man wearing a mask, Karma, put his hand on his waist and strained his neck.

But he’s a mess.

He has bandages on his head, and bandages are wrapped around his arms and legs.

It looks like he was injured somewhere.

“Are you nervous? Well, there are so many strong-looking people. It’s understandable.”

Looks strong?

Sallot scanned her surroundings.

From large warriors to agile-looking thieves, magicians, and slave gladiators, there were various types.

But they don’t seem that strong.

She has seen Cancun and Kudan fight, and even if she just thinks of the movements of that beastman of the Myo tribe or the sparring of the Berserk warrior squad, these guys can’t even follow the dirt on their claws.

“Well, they don’t seem that strong?”

At Sallot’s words, Karma raised his head and said.

“That dignified appearance, it’s good to see. I think I’m going to fall for you.”

“…Actually, I’m scared.”

“That weak appearance, I want to protect you. Become mine!”

…Is this bug just saying whatever comes to mind?

How nice would it be if I was in the same waiting room as Loki instead of this guy?

No, then there might be no chance of winning….

Sallot looked at the tournament guide board attached to the wall.

The tournament is divided into two groups, and up to 300 people can participate per group.

The method is to fight with monsters and competitors released in the arena, and only the last one to survive will advance to the next game.

Tournament participants can become incapacitated or declare surrender whenever they feel like it.

However, in the case of slaves, the rule was that surrender declarations were not accepted until they were crippled or on the verge of death.

Anyway, since she’s in a different group from Loki, fighting him will be a later matter.

It was when Sallot was complaining like that.

Karma handed Sallot a bow and quiver.

“…What is it?”

“It’s a bow and arrow for the game. You have to use designated weapons in the Colosseum tournament.”

“I didn’t hear that there was such a rule.”

“So this body is informing you.”

In fact, you can also use private weapons, but Karma roughly made up an excuse with a lie.

Sallot accepted Karma’s bow and quiver.

At that time, a slave who seemed to be a host hesitantly entered the waiting room.

He looked around and hung a sign on the wall.

“E, everyone, please check the monsters that will be entering the Colosseum this time!”

It was a sign with information about the monster group released in the Colosseum and a list of participants.

Sallot got up from her seat. And looked at the sign.

It was then.

“Wait… what…?”

The waiting room became noisy.

“M, my god!”

Thump-!

A rough footstep that made Sallot’s ears twitch was heard.

Thump-!

Sallot turned her head and was able to face an old man like a giant.

Her pupils shook.

That face, where did I see it?

For some reason, it’s familiar.

That’s why an unbearable unpleasantness soared.

An unknown dizziness.

A nausea that felt like her stomach was turning upside down washed over her.

– ‘Kyaaaaaaak!’

– ‘St, stop that guy!’

– ‘Monster bastard!’

– ‘It’s a giant!’

Sallot covered her mouth and knelt down.

“Sallot?”

Karma was also flustered when he saw the old man, but he couldn’t hide his embarrassment at Sallot kneeling and trembling.

She felt fear to the point of sweating coldly.

The giant old man looked down at such Sallot.

“Heok… Heok…!”

The old man, who indifferently looked down at her who was having difficulty breathing, turned his gaze and looked at those participating in the tournament.

He simply ‘ignored’ her.

Sallot glared at him. She realized.

Who the human in front of her was.

The royal capital of the Hannes Empire, which collapsed due to the plague.

The beings who attacked that place.

One of the people who attacked her father, the Demon King Kalib.

‘…Turam the Destroyer!’

One of the 12 heroes who killed her father is now.

Was in front of her.

***

Turam, who had scanned the tournament participants, soon showed a disappointed look.

It seemed like those who had made a name for themselves had gathered, but according to Turam’s standards, they were all the same.

It’s a tournament where they fight with their own strength, but the level is so low.

‘When the Demon King was around, there were at least many energetic guys.’

“I, I’m going to forfeit!”

“I didn’t hear that the 12 heroes would participate!”

“It’s Turam the Destroyer! He’s a person who kills even allies on the battlefield! There’s no way to survive fighting that guy!”

‘These days, there are only cowards.’

…That’s harsh. I’ve never harmed an ally.

Turam grumbled inwardly.

However, it’s not entirely wrong.

He was clumsy at controlling his strength, so he often killed allies with his swings.

Even if they were alive, they were hemiplegic [paralyzed on one side of the body].

Only the 12 heroes would be able to face him and be unharmed.

Turam turned his head and looked at the dark elf he had seen a little while ago.

She was breathing heavily and glaring at him fiercely.

It was a look filled with hatred and anger.

‘A look that knows me.’

Could she be an Ein from the Hannes Empire?

If she was an Ein who participated in that war, it was understandable that she would give him that look.

‘That Ein is much better than the cowards. She’s sending hostility to me.’

However, how good is her skill?

When he participated in the Demon King subjugation war of the Hannes Empire, there was no Ein who made him feel entertained.

“F, first game, the game of Group 1 is scheduled to begin!”

At that time, the slave host said to those in the waiting room.

“Those who want to watch, please gather at the entrance!”

At those words, Turam moved his seat.

He grumbled inwardly.

He was starting to regret participating in this Colosseum.

He had the thought that it would be better to go to Ronia and meet the guy who killed that Kashar.

At that time, the sound of drums and trumpets echoed.

It was a signal that the tournament had begun.

Dozens of black orcs were released in the arena.

The slave gladiators and several warriors who participated in the tournament faced the black orcs, and the audience cheered at their fierce battle.

Sallot also shifted her gaze from Turam to the arena.

Loki’s figure was visible beyond the iron bars.

And the slave gladiators surrounding such Loki.

Even though there were black orcs everywhere, they ignored the monsters and rushed at Loki.

“Oh dear, that man. He’s going to die.”

At Turam’s words, Sallot clicked her tongue.

“Idiot.”

Turam glanced at Sallot with a surprised look.

“Did you just say that to me?”

Sallot said proudly, straining her neck.

At those words, Turam couldn’t answer.

That’s because he didn’t see the sword that the man in the arena, Loki, wielded.