Pick Me Up!

“Are you confident you can win?”

“I’m planning to do my best. For now.”

I sighed.

If what I saw in the preliminary arena was his full capability, his chances weren’t high.

Not to mention Niflheimr’s guy, and especially Velkist, who had advanced another step. Even if that guy is a genius, Velkist has another talent that the genius doesn’t. I’m confident Velkist will beat Niflheimr’s top student. That’s why I sent Velkist to the individual event.

Aaron and I chatted for about 30 minutes before he left.

The chat included stories about Velkist. He had become unrecognizably strong. Even as he praised another guy, Aaron maintained a bright expression throughout.

‘…Really.’

I felt bitter.

In reality, as in Pick Me Up, effort and achievement do not always correlate, I was well aware.

Knowing the low likelihood of Aaron’s growth,

It was I who had sent that guy to Myuden.

‘After this tournament, I should contact Yurnet.’

If there really was no significant progress, I wouldn’t want that fool to suffer any longer.

I should forcibly tell him to come back.

The position of instructor for Aaron was still vacant.

It was the next day of the first main round.

[Who filed a complaint calling it boring! Speak up, quick!]

A red-faced fairy was jumping up and down.

[How dare you call the battle royale that I painstakingly created boring! I’ll smash your skull! Is it you, you irregularly employed slave, jealous of a regular employee like me?]

The fairy was grabbing a staff member by the collar and shaking him uncontrollably.

It could be boring. Even the BJ’s broadcasting occasionally from a four-star city had all stopped their broadcasts before reaching the latter half of the preliminary round.

The reason was simple.

If it’s a survival game, there’s no need to fight desperately until the very end.

It was enough to find a good spot, set up a base, and camp out. Even if they encountered other heroes, they could just ignore them and pass by. Fighting would only bring loss.

Since everyone thought the same, almost no battles occurred throughout the day.

Of course, there were exceptions.

“He’s the mad dog!”

A woman who caught my eye screamed and retreated.

“That’s the mad dog…”

“The lunatic who goes insane at the sight of blood, right? Totally…”

“He’s the one who hunted down and killed everyone who tried to escape…”

The heroes were murmuring around me.

Others get called the second coming while I get called a mad dog?

‘I remembered all their faces.’

[Starting today, I’ll add a special rule! Twinkle Fairy Power!]

The fairy waved a small star wand.

[4. The speed at which the field shrinks will be faster! Outside the field, a magnetic field will be generated, and contact with it will result in immediate death.]

[5. The quality and quantity of supplies scattered throughout the field will increase. Also, if you kill opponents consecutively, you will receive bonus points. Kill as much as you want!]

The rules were added to the explanation panel on the right side of the screen.

[This first main round will involve 10 people. As you can see, I’ve added trendy rules. You can feel the speed, and it will end quickly. Everyone, start!]

Slap!

The fairy swung the whip in her left hand, and the preparations for the main round began.

The number of participants in this first main round was 10. With the field narrowed, a quick decision was expected.

And.

‘Was it bonus points?’

Killing participants would earn points.

Calculating; killing everyone would earn points equivalent to winning two mini-games.

“Group 2! Has everyone gathered?”

A female staff member looked around at the participants.

A dimensional gate was created and during the process of returning items to the display case.

“Gasp, I’m in the same group as the mad dog… Uh!”

A man whose eyes met mine covered his mouth.

“Mad dog?”

“Ah, nothing!”

The man hurriedly retreated.

There were 9 participants gathered for this Group 2.

They began murmuring as they looked at me.

“Is that guy really that strong?”

“We should join forces first…”

I heard everything.

This has become troublesome.

9 against 1.

Why did it turn out this way?

In just one day rumors about me had spread to all the participants of the battle royale.

Of course, I had been noticeable, but it shouldn’t have been to this extent.

It didn’t feel natural.

As if someone had deliberately done it.

‘I was going to take it easy today.’

I planned to watch the individual main round and focus only on the final round of the battle royale.

As the quality of the participating heroes will increase, I intended to proceed slowly.

But, unintentionally, my plans got twisted.

“Hehe…”

I turned around.

Beyond the crowd, a woman with blonde hair and a flashy appearance was smiling.

It was the woman who had called the other heroes trash yesterday.

Was I caught on that woman’s radar? Well, it doesn’t matter.

I smiled and turned my back.

[Hey you!]

While I was waiting to participate, the fairy on the podium flew over swiftly.

[I heard the rumors! The game that you won was so entertaining, and there’s been a lot of praise. I’m looking forward to this one too. Please do well in this match. I’m aiming to get a full-time job, I’m counting on you!]

The fairy laughed heartily and patted my shoulder.

I said quietly.

“If I kill everyone.”

[…?]

“If I alone kill all 9 participants, is there a bonus or something?”

The fairy blinked and then burst out laughing.

[Ohoho! Cool! If you alone kill all 9 participants, I’ll double the bonus points for you!]

“Good.”

I ignored the other participants, who were busy planning to eliminate me and entered the dimensional gate first.

Mad dog.

Then it wouldn’t be bad to live up to that name.

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