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Quick note:

 

Sorry for the spams up to current chapter. I was planning to continue the series only on Pixiv, since I don't know if people here are into the "Isekai", stats and that sort of gimmicks. Pixiv have a big audience on light novel with this sort of theme, but they are also mostly Japanese. As the result, most of the English stuffs kinda go in the dumpster. Plus they don't allow uncensored picture. As I was working on chapter 3, generating the picture with details from the text; I realized that I have to censor most of  it...

 

So decided to just drop Pixiv entirely and just continue on here again.

 

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*10 hours before the indecent*

 

Light drizzles clash against the bus window as it curves its way around the side of the cliff. Shun was catching up on his social media feeds while his girlfriend Noelle rested her head on his shoulder. They're returning from an extremely close victory over Seiryu High School's basketball team. The miraculous shot made by his best friend Kai upset the 3rd seed with the final score of 71 to 68. Which was why the boys are still swarming him at the back of the bus, lauding that achievement.

 

The unbelievable turn of events had the coach taking the whole team out to a diner after. The celebration took a bit longer than expected, which was why the bus they're on is navigating through the slippery conditions so late at night.

 

If the ball had found its way into his hands at that moment, it would have been his face on the school media’s front page, Shun thought as he tucked away his phone. He looked over at Noelle, remembering her solace, “Without the 27 points you made, the last 3 points wouldn’t have mattered”. He couldn't help but feel soothed by her presence - the gentle cascade of her hair falling over her adorable face as she slept, and the alluring scent of her tropical perfume when pressed up against him.

 

 

"Maybe this was enough," Shun pondered aloud.

There would be countless more matches to come. As long as Noelle was cheering him on, he'd just have to give it his all each time. Just then, a loud honk broke out and he turned to see two bright lights in front of the bus…

 

 

*Stangrad - 2:14 pm*

 

Vince strolled through the nearly deserted street of the Arena District. It could be assumed that most of the crowd this morning had already taken their seats in the crowning jewel of Stangrad. Towering at 60 meters high and spanning 200 meters in width, the Grand Coliseum could accommodate up to 100,000 spectators at once.

 

Only a few shops were still open; they were mostly ran by elders who probably had seen enough of gores within their lifetime. He decided to pop into one such establishment and purchase 3 grilled sausages for 50 silvers. Mentally deducting the cost from his earnings for the day.

 

Madam Miranda was generous with her payment of 37 Bel'zaharan golds - an impressive sum for merely 4 hours of work. In addition to the coins, Madam Miranda also provided Vince with a card offering a 50% discount on an entire night's stay at the establishment. As Vince considered how best to utilize this perk, he pulled out the arena ticket that Serah had given him earlier and showed it to the ticket master.

 

"Hm... As long as I don't request any services, a private room with a 50% discount might be more cost-effective than an inn,"

He mused, as he followed the guard to the small iron door situated further down northeast of the stadium.

 

“Need to come back to this idea later”

 

 

The coliseum was teeming with people, yet it wasn't excessively noisy for a sold out attraction. The initial battles were just fillers, building anticipation for the major event. It difficult to be excited about cannon fodders.  Everyone was here to witness the otherworldly "Travelers," beings said to each possess the strength of 50,000 men,

 

Well, almost everyone.

 

Serah, being the complete outlier to this norm,  LOVES the low-level fights. Of her three great passions - Festing, Fighting, and Fucking - only the middle one that she doesn't personally engage in, at least not any more. Thanks to that, it was particularly a lighthouse in the sea of people.

 

 

“Yes! That’s it! Follow the momentum with your back hand!”, Serah's voice was booming, mildly annoyed crowd around her.

 

As I approached her, she scooted over a little to make room, tapping the spot to indicate place she preserved; all without taking her eyes off the fighters below.

 

Currently, it was a free for all, with 6 combatants remaining and 2 already lying in a pool of blood.

 

"Who's winning?" I inquired, handing over two sausages to Serah.

 

"The mace guy is leading; he has superior balance control over his opponent," she replied, taking a hefty chunk out one of them.

 

I swiftly identified which fight she was observing. A swordsman, who seemed to have lost his off-hand, was locked in a heated battle with another combatant wielding twin maces.

 

 

Skill Activation - { True Identification }

 

 

My eyes glow slightly as data appears before me. { True Identification } shows nearly everything about the subject I focus on; Their [ Race ], [ Gender], [ Health ], [ Mana ], and so on.

 

My attention was mostly on the [ Level ] - an overall estimation of a person’s power.

 

The swordsman that seemed to be retreating has a [ Level 29 ] above him, while his mace-wielding opponent is [ Level 27 ].

Most of theirs stats were mediocre, a bit larger on the Level 29 of course.

 

[ Level: 29 ]
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[ Health: 49/ 62 ]  
[ Mana: 16 / 21 ]
[ Stamina: 25 / 47 ]
[ Strength: 14 ]
[ Spellwork: 3 ]

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“My bets on the swordsman” I told her, finally biting into my food.

 

“You’re on”,  Serah stated confidently, rising from her seat and waving her fist enthusiastically.

 

"Use your shin! Kick him!"

 

Having lived through numerous wars, watching low-level fighters engage in combat didn't particularly interest me.

Long ago, I asked Serah why she enjoyed these small skirmish so much. Her explanation was that unlike the monotonous high-level fights where participants merely spammed Skills repeatedly, low-level combatants must utilize everything at their disposal since their Mana pool limits what Spells and Abilities they can use. They had to scrutinize over each minuscule movement; it could be the subtle shift in grip mid-swing, the slight pause on the feint, or a small angle of changes footwork - it was those little details that she loved to observe.

 

From that point on, I’ve tried to watch these fights from her perspective. I genuinely wanted to believe there were merits in what she had said - that there’s some insight I could gather from these low-intensity exchanges.

 

I could not.

 

Unless it was a fight between combatants utilizing Spells or Abilities outside my domain, I failed to see much value in it.

 

I stole a quick glance at Serah looking ecstatic while munching on her remaining snack.

 

 

The stats that display beside her -

 

[ Level: 0 ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Gender: Female ]
[ Health: 0/0 ]  
[ Mana: 0/0 ]
[ Stamina: 0/0 ]
[ Strength: 0/0 ]
[ Spellwork: 0/0 ]
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With normal { Identification } Skill, it would shows [ Level 3 ], along with arbitrary numbers ranging from 1 to 10 filling the rest. Since she can't use magic to do so herself, I had her wear an items that fakes her stats to discourage other's curiosity.

 

My main focus was on the [ Mana ] section.

 

Mana, also known as "Life Force", it's the proof of being an inhabitant of this world. A number that all living beings are born with, and that ceiling cannot be raised by any means; unlike other stats which can be boosted. As the entity ages, that limit gradually diminishes until it reaches 0, at which it will cease to be.

 

A living being can still be resurrected when its [ Health ] reaches 0; as long as the limit of [ Mana ] doesn't drop to that point first.

 

Lying in the dirt, the man who once wielded a mace in each hand was gasping for a miracle as the swordsman unplugged the blade out of his neck. His large hands, undoubtedly used to take lives of at least a dozen others before, were not enough to stop the blood from spilling out of that tiny puncture. As the pool of red grew in size, his stats began to zero out. It usually begins with [ Health ], then [ Stamina ], and lastly [ Mana ].

 

Final readings.

 

[ Level 27 ]
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[ Health: 0 ]
[ Mana: 0 ]
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Serah sat back down, resting her head on my shoulder.

 

"He was too attached to his weapon" she commented in a stoic tone.

 

"Could a dual-wielding specialist win with just one?" I asked, mirroring her tone.

 

"No, but he would have lived," she responded.

 

As if on cue, the sound of an immense gong reverberated through the atmosphere, its deep, resonant tone echoing off the stony walls and bringing what little clamors there was to a sudden stop.

 

The five surviving combatants, battered and bruised, drop their hostilities and begin to waddle towards an iron door on the side of the arena. The motionless bodies that could no longer move themselves, were carried away by a dozen individuals wearing face masks to another opening. Visible debris was removed, and fresh sand was layered across the coliseum's floor.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a truly extraordinary event on our hands today!”, The flamboyantly dressed man spoke as he stride toward center stage.

 

 

"Not one, not two, but THREE courageous heroes stand before us!"

 

The crowd erupted into sheer pandemonium. Many leapt from their seats, arms thrust victoriously in the air while they cheered energetically at the top of their voices. The excitement was so palpable that even the announcer had to pause momentarily before he could continue his impassioned speech.

 

"Saviors... peace... war... -yada, yada…-"

 

Serah let out a lengthy yawn, tears practically welling up in the corners of her eyes. She slightly tilted forward, comfortably resting her head on my lap. My mind had already lost focus from the long-winded speech when the unmistakable sensation of wetness gliding up my erected cock, jolted me back to reality.

 

“My 'erect' cock…?” I thought, as I was unsure when this had even happened.

 

“Darling… what are you doing?” I asked in a tranquil voice looking down at Serah.

 

“I’m bored, and I lost the bet earlier” she said, as she continued jerking my shaft.

 

“We’re even after this”, taking the full length of my rod in her mouth.

 

I was going to stop her because I didn't want grease from sausages earlier on my dick, but I found myself unable to resist her advances. I let out a low moan in response as she continued her fervent oral activities. The sound of applause and cheers from the audience seemed to fuel her enthusiasm even further.

 

 

Her complete dedication was apparent in the way she swallowed and moved downwards each time; it felt like my tip was brushing past her uvula every single time she went all the way in. She didn't allow me even a moment's respite, persistently working me over with relentless strokes as saliva dripped wetly down my testicle.

 

Just as the announcement reached its climax, so did I, pulling Serah's head close allowing my pent-up desire to surge forth in a bursts that seemed to exceed even her expectations. She continued to hold my rod in her mouth, effectively draining the fluid that was produced. Even after she had pulled out, my cock continued to pump all over her satisfied face.

 

 

 

“So without further ado, let's hear it from the three Travelers!”

 

 

The audience erupted with a thunderous standing ovation.

 

Serah sat back upright after I wiped her face with a handkerchief, allowing my focus to shift back on the arena. I gave a quick scan of the  the three Travelers with my Skill still active.

 

To be frank, they didn't appear any different from the inhabitants of this world. Sure, their attire was peculiar, but it certainly wasn't as attention-grabbing as what the announcer was wearing. They didn't even speak in some off-worldly language. If we dressed them in everyday clothing and kicked them out, nobody would even know they're Travelers.

 

Thus, the need for this elaborated presentation.

 

The only different is their ridiculous stats.

 

Pink girl - Name: Hina
 

[ Level: 1 ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Gender: Female ]
[ Health: 32,767 / 1 ]  
[ Mana: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Stamina: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Strength: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Spellwork: 32,767 / 1 ]
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Chick magnet - Name: Shun
 

[ Level: 1 ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Gender: Male ]
[ Health: 32,767 / 1 ]  
[ Mana: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Stamina: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Strength: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Spellwork: 32,767 / 1 ]
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Tomboy - Name: Tohru
 

[ Level: 1 ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Gender: Female ]
[ Health: 32,767 / 1 ]  
[ Mana: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Stamina: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Strength: 32,767 / 1 ]
[ Spellwork: 32,767 / 1 ]
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In essence, these were extremely powerful people, capable of obliterating an entire nation by themselves.

 

However, as opposed to the natural born inhabitants of this realm, they CAN'T regenerate their resources once depleted.

 

In other words, they are essentially rare 'one-time-use' expendable commodities.