I Fell into the Game with Instant Kill

A hallway full of disgusting smells mixed with things.

I spoke to him as we walked past the iron bars where the slaves were imprisoned.

“The girl who played in the last match, is her name ‘Reef’?”

Gillock replied with a puzzled look.

“Yes, that’s right.”

I asked him again.

“Does she have anything to do with the Sixth Lord?”

It’s something I had been curious about for quite a while now.

Because the Tyrant, who had no interest in other games, seemed to be only interested in her game.

The game itself was nothing special

Even if the level was higher than the previous matches, at most, it was a confrontation between level 40s. It wouldn’t be enough in the other’s view.

If so, it meant that he had some interest in the woman’s existence, not in the game…

As if my prediction was correct, Gillock hesitated to answer with a slightly stiff face.

“Is this a difficult question to answer?”

“No.”

“Then answer me.”

As soon as I rushed, the story flowed out.

“Her younger brother is addicted to the Sixth Lord’s blood magic.”

“···Addicted?”

At that point, I immediately understood.

The Sixth Lord’s blood magic, poisoning.

• ··Is he talking about light blood disease?

The unique blood magic possessed by the Sixth Lord was as vicious as his inclination.

His blood magic was basically the ability to amplify physical abilities.

However, if he raised his blood skill to the limit and entered a berserk state, he would emit blood mist from his body, but the problem was that the subject who came into contact with the mist would lose their mind and run wild. Blood would boil all over their body and would burn their own life force.

There’s a reason it’s called a disease.

This was because even after the berserk state ended and they barely saved their life, his blood remains latent in their body.

It was like living with a time bomb in one’s body that could be detonated anytime.

That’s why his existence itself is a disaster.

His evil personality wasn’t the only reason he was called the worst vampire, but the existence of that ability also played a big part.

In the game, it reminded me that there was a setting where there were several cities or villages that were destroyed in the past because of his abilities.

Resistance was possible if there was even a bit of magical power or a high level of spirit, but it was impossible for civilians living ordinary lives.

“For the gladiator who wins the championship, the Sixth Lord grants them one wish. That’s why she became a gladiator of Actipol.”

“···”

It was a short explanation, but it was enough to solve all the questions.

If one became a champion, they could make a wish to the Sixth Lord.

So, she became a champion and became a gladiator to help heal her brother.

Naturally, another question arose.

“Who’s the current champion?”

“It’s me.”

• ··What?

  As I looked, Gillock spoke again.

“I am the current champion of Actipol.”

“…Aren’t you the prison chief here?”

“Yes, it’s because I used my wish so I could manage the prison here. That’s why I am also serving as the head of the prison.”

Oh, was that the case?

I didn’t quite understand, so I asked.

“Why the prison chief? There must be much better positions.”

Even if it was a wish, of course, there would be limitations, but it would have been possible to gain a fortune to live and play for the rest of his life, or to gain the title of a knight in the territory.

I remembered there was a knight who was a champion of Actipol in the Sixth Lord’s castle in the game, too.

He didn’t say a word for a while, but then answered bluntly.

“At that time, I wanted nothing else. I was just living because I couldn’t die, and I became the head of the prison intending to do something better for the conditions of the slaves I lived with.”

“···”

For an unexpected reason, I was a little surprised.

A place where all the humans whose lives are thrown into the gutter.

They played a match in which someone must die every day. It’s hard to think that there could be camaraderie. Still, to take care of the conditions of the slaves, he became the head of the prison, using that one wish everyone here coveted.

It was enough to get a rough idea of what kind of character this man named Gillock had.

I didn’t talk to him further and just walked without a word.

The thoughts that ran through my mind were of the woman named Reef.

Gillock said she was trying to become a champion to cure his brother’s illness…

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I felt a sense of unease in my heart.

It wasn’t because Gillock’s level in front of me right now was much higher than hers.

Even if she defeated Gillock and became the champion… Because, as far as I know, there was only one way to cure the light blood disease.

The death of the Tyrant, the source of the disease.

There was nothing other than that.

That was why, until now, there had been no one who had survived from the light blood disease.

• ··Well, I don’t care.

It was enough for me to take out the man named Van, as Gulpiro asked.

With that, there was nothing more to see in this territory or here in Actipol.

Soon, Gillock stopped in front of a prison cage.

Several slaves were scattered randomly in the dark iron cage.

“Open the door.”

“Yes.”

Geeek.

At Gillock’s command, the guard opened the cage’s door.

He pointed to the squatting young man sitting with his knees wrapped in the corner.

“That’s Van.”

The pointed Van looked at him with eyes full of fear.

He was dragged and beaten, so his face was full of scabs and bruises.

“Is that Van who ran a fruit stand?”

“···Yes, yes? That’s right.”

I beckoned to him.

“Come out.”

***

The outer corridor of the stadium.

Gillock, who had just come out of the prison and was walking down the hallway, stopped when he saw a woman walking in the opposite direction.

But the woman only glanced at him once and did not stop walking.

While watching her passing by, Gillock opened his mouth.

“Is your brother okay?”

Then she stopped walking.

She turned her head and looked at Gillock with cold eyes without saying a word.

Gillock murmured, choosing what to say, and finally sighed.

“Don’t challenge me for the championship, Reef.”

“···”

“You can’t defeat me. I don’t want to kill you. And even if you win, the Sixth Lord will surely…”

“Shut up.”

Reef cut what he’s saying with a fierce growl and turned around and went off the road.

Looking at her back, Gillock sighed once more.

He looked up at the sky and murmured.

“···Fuck, really.”