600 Episode 0600



Nearly 50 people were gathered on the stage in the center of the stadium in the clear autumn weather.
 Even though there are so many people gathered, it won't be difficult to understand how big the stage is if everyone can afford to move freely.
 On such a stage, the participants in the qualifying block C were holding each other in check and waiting for a signal to start the game.
 The stadium, which is set up around the stage, is filled with cheers from the audience.
 Despite the start of the competition, the stands are almost full, even though it is still the first day of the preliminary round.
 No, it's probably because it's the first day of the preliminary round that attracts so many spectators.
 Bets on who's going to win start at the qualifying stage, so many are looking for it.
 Or many would simply like to see a strong presence.
 They are usually adventurers and soldiers, or knights and mercenaries. You can't see the strength firsthand in the city.
 If you can see it, it's probably when for some reason it gets into a fight, but most of them are not as good as they say.
 There are also some aristocratic hands who are trying to identify the strong in the near future.
 It's only natural that it's a place to buy green rice before it becomes famous.
 As the attention of a wide variety of audiences gathers, their voices echo around them.

『Now, the preliminary round C block is finally starting.』 In the preliminary rounds held in blocks A and B, participants such as Exembrum, a Rank B adventurer nicknamed Prince Ice, and Adlet, a crusher who is said to have beaten many monsters to death with his strength, performed brilliantly. I'm sure the audience could see with their own eyes that there were many other people who were not well-known but capable of doing so."

 the echoing voices of the stadium
 Hearing the voice, Ray briefly looks mystified on the stage, but quickly convinces himself.
 Ray has an incomprehensible system that is the legacy of an ancient magical civilization and would not die unless it was a fatal wound.
 If so, it is not strange that there is such a system that the voices of those who play the role of explanation and actual situations can be heard in the stadium in order to enliven the competition.
 I feel the gaze of the man who glared at me in the waiting room, and I think so in my heart.
 No, the man is not the only one who looks at him. Many of the participants who joined from other waiting rooms or moved from the same waiting room are looking at Ray.
 It was clear what the reason for the gaze was.

(It's this, no matter how you look at it.)

 Ray glances at the death size in his right hand.
 The scythe, which is well over Ray's height, gives people an overwhelming sense of intimidation just by looking at it.
 And, of course, no one likes to use difficult weapons such as scythe.
 Above all, the famous scythe adventurer of the Great Sickle is a reminder of the crimson that was raging in the Spring War.
 However, there are many rumors circulating that crimson is of a giant build, so those who participate in the preliminary rounds are unsure what kind of person Ray should be.
 But some of them believe the rumor that is going on...

"Hey, priest. No, Miss? I don't care, but what are you going to do with such an ugly weapon? You can't use it without that big one, you know, crimson. and bluffing, if you overdo it, makes you look foolish."

 It was a man over two meters tall who told me so.
 The hair is cut short, and the parts protruding from the leather armour are ostensibly muscular.
 The man's weapon is a hammer.
 That's the size that would certainly have stood out the most here without Ray.

「……」

 Even if he looks at such a man for a moment, Ray looks away, saying it's stupid to deal with him.
 That must have offended him. yell out loud enough to be heard around

"You're speechless just because your bluff was discovered? Oh!? If you quit, you don't have to be ashamed. Listen to me calmly!"

 Those who nod to a man's words as if they were in agreement with him, those who look at him with pity, and those who laugh at him as foolish. There were many different attitudes, but many people who watched the incident in the same waiting room as Ray turned pale in disbelief.
 It was because Ray was making sure with his eyes that he was not just a man of words, but a man of proper ability.
 a scythe that is longer than one's height with all the information What that meant was that Ray could be called a crimson... or, if not, he showed that he had a decent amount of ability.

"More, more, more! What a surprise! What a surprise!"

 The sound that echoes throughout the stadium raises the excitement of the spectators.

It's often said that big names jump in and participate in a competition, but this time too, it's only natural that there's such a jump in. Who do you think it is? I honestly couldn't believe it when I heard this. You may say that you didn't want to believe it.'

 The stir stirs up not only the spectators but also the players who participate in the preliminary rounds.
 It's no wonder. After all, only three of these battle royals can participate in the tournament. Three out of fifty would be a very narrow gate.
 The other participants would be honest if they could excuse the fact that there was such a big shot in the fight that the person with the voice of the actual situation was so proud of.
 Each is carefully looking around to see who is the big shot.
 It was no exception to the man who had been involved with Ray until recently, and he was looking around at the players around him, saying that he was no longer in sight.
 Some of the people who were with Ray in the waiting room looked at him with a look of surprise.
 They instinctively understand that Ray is a superior opponent to them.
 Tensions rise on the stage and expectations rise from the stands.
 That tension and expectations reached their climax. The voices of the actual situation echoed through the stadium.

"The name of the big shot's participant is... crimson!"

 As soon as the words ring around, everyone, including the spectators and players, becomes silent for a moment and gradually begins to make a noise.

'Yes, everyone who lives in the Vestian Empire must have heard of it. The adventurer who created the greatest cause of the defeat of the Empire of Bestia in the Spring War against the Kingdom of Milliana on the Celemus Plain. a person whose powerful magic produces a tornado of flames and uses a scythe longer than his height. an adventurer nicknamed crimson after a single battle ...that crimson came to blows into a competition in the Empire of Bestia! Honestly, when my boss told me about this, I must not be the only one who thought, "Isn't it a lie?" Of course, everyone in this arena can't believe it, can they? I understand, and I understand that feeling more than enough."

 With the sound of the actual situation, the players on the stage in the C-block qualifiers look to Ray.
 To Ray's figure with a death size larger than his height in one hand.
 It was the same with a giant man who had been involved with Ray until recently, or with him in the waiting room.

"There are many rumors of crimson in the streets, but what is famous is that he is a giant man and tall enough to look up at. But look, look, look, look! Yes, only one person in a robe has a scythe on stage right now. He is not tall enough to be described as a giant, no matter how you look at him. He should be described as a small man!"

 The actual words bring not only the players on the stage but also the spectators on the stadium to focus their attention on Ray.
 Feeling the attention of the people in the stadium concentrated solely on him, he lifted the death size he had in his right hand... as the other players around him moved away and the spectators took their breath away, Ray held the death size on his shoulders.

(I think it's too much of an exaggeration, but should I welcome it in the sense that it will bring the consciousness of the upper echelon of the Westian Empire to my attention?)

 Whilst muttering privately, he harbors a bad prediction that this would wipe out the image of crimson as a giant and increase the number of attacks.

"Well, well, well! I didn't know the rumored crimson was so small! But that doesn't change the fact that it's crimson! Please look forward to what kind of performance it will show. Oh, just don't worry. If you're here to see this competition, you'll know it, but the power of ancient magical civilization makes it a special space on the stage. Unless you die instantly, you can recover by going out of the stage, so there is no one who really loses his or her life."With the words echoing around him, it would never be Ray's imagination that all the other participants on the stage seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

'It goes without saying that intentional immediate death is prohibited. If you do that, you will not only be disqualified from the competition, but you will also be charged with a crime."

 The additional words of the day were definitely directed at Ray... only at Ray.
 It may well be given the crimson's reputation within the Empire of Bestia.

"Well, both the spectators and the players have just warmed up with my explanation. Let's start the game soon. Please take good care of me, referee.'

 Contrary to what you hear, there is only a heavy silence on the stage.
 The man involved with Ray on the stage in particular was terrified and shivering beyond recognition.
 A moment of silence fills the stage... the referee who appears beside the stage screams loudly.

"C-block preliminary round begins!"

 With the words, the participants on the stage shout loudly, as if they were half-abandoned.
 But it's not Ray who's at the end of the attack, it is the other participants.
 Attacking Ray will undoubtedly disqualify him.
 But as far as Ray's scythe is concerned, he was seriously injured.
 If you get off the stage and get out of the space created by the power of the ruins, there will be no scratches, but conversely speaking, as long as you are on the stage, you will feel the pain you have suffered.
 Maybe we could do something about it if we all got on Ray. That idea of course passed through the minds of the other participants, but who would like to attack Ray first?
 Then most chose not to interfere with Ray.
 Only three players per block can win the preliminary round, and it may be influenced by the fact that they were not alone.
 A wielding long sword cuts through the limbs, a swung club hits the body, and a spear is knocked out quickly and penetrates the body.
 Shielding off Harbard's blow, he tackles and blows away his armored body as if it were hitting him out of balance.
 A sword wielded to prevent a fist swinging in the face cuts off the elbow.
 Some were using bows far away to avoid being involved in close combat, but other participants could not have missed shooting arrows in succession, and they were immediately approached and had their bodies cut apart.
 The appearance of crimson, an unexpected character, has temporarily silenced the spectators, but when the battle begins, they are enthusiastic about cheering for their favorite players or the players they bet on.
 Even if Ray is the name of the bet on who will win, few people are betting on it because the name itself is not so unusual.
 Few of them were members of the Dusker party or of Ray's background.
 Normally, many bet on players who have become famous in many of the best-known competitions in the Empire, or on famous adventurers... but for them, it would have been a very unfortunate event to have had irregularities like Ray.

"...can't you do nothing?"

 Just making sure there is no one to come to you and winning without doing anything is not very noticeable...In other words, Ray, who judged that he could not attract the attention of the upper echelon of the Westian Empire, stepped forward with a death size in his hand.