Endless Path : Infinite Cosmos

After leaving his Faux Template to take care of the closing ceremony for the first day, Vahn returned to the Sage Dragon's Hearth with Fenrir, Usalia, and Seraphina. At the same time, another version of him split off to go meet with the members of Chhah-Hathiyaar(Six-Arms), the Community that Ziros belonged to.Finding the burly old man at a rather cozy-looking tavern, Vahn briefly eyed the other guests before making his way over and taking a seat. This earned him a gruff chuckle from Ziros, who, after taking a sip of his beer, remarked, "You're a bold one. Not many people would walk into a room filled with potential enemies."Manifesting a mug of his own, Vahn emptied half the glass before exhaling a plume of alcoholic vapors from his mouth. Then, in response to the man's words, he adopted a smile and said, "The curious thing about life is that everyone we meet along our path is a potential enemy. At the same time, however, there is also the potential for cooperation and friendship. Besides, even if you were to all team up against me...I wouldn't be the one to pay a price..."Though he found the first half of Vahn's words palatable, the second half caused a deep frown to settle on Ziros's face. He didn't get the impression that Vahn was trying to threaten him. There was no animosity in his words. Rather, he exuded the aura of an aged warrior who was perfectly willing but had grown tired of killing.Shaking his head, Ziros made his intentions clear, explaining, "I didn't gather these brats to try and intimidate you. They're mostly here to celebrate their victory. I won't deny I had ulterior motives in participating in your Vahnatus but there is no ill will between my Community and the Sage Dragon's Hearth. At least, I would hope not..."Without meeting the man's gaze, Vahn maintained his smile as he stared at the contents of his glass and mused, "That's an interesting thing to hear from someone who tried to 'erase' me..."As he had just been about to take a drink of his beer, Ziros ended up doing a spit take that caused everyone in the room to immediately look over. This included the four-armed woman fated to fight Usalia, the strongest after Ziros himself."You okay, old man? Need someone to pat your back? I have hands to spare."Waving the woman down, Ziros pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth before adopting a wry smile as he said, "The only reason I used such an attack was because I knew it wouldn't be effective against you. Even now, I know this isn't your 'true' form. As far as I can tell, there should be at least five others, correct...?"Though the number was a little off, Vahn just shrugged his shoulders, answering, "Something like that..." before emptying the contents of his glass. Then, with a slightly more serious expression, he looked towards the old man and asked, "What did you want to talk about? I don't manifest multiple bodies for recreational purposes. I'm a pretty busy guy."Nodding his head in understanding, Ziros gestured for Pweamma to come over while saying, "Truth be told, I can't actually talk about the things I'd like to discuss with you. If it wasn't for my position, I might not even recall that an incident had happened..."Interrupting Ziros's speech, Pweamma adopted a toothy smile as she looked toward Vahn and said, "This is my first time meeting a Pure-Blooded Dragon. Mind if I shake your hand?"While Ziros was shaking his head with a helpless expression on his face, Vahn just returned a smile of his own as he extended his hand to shake the woman's hand. When it closed around his own like a vice, he wasn't particularly surprised. The woman was clearly a member of the Asuri tribe, and, while they weren't exactly like Amazons due to the existence of males and females, they were a race that regarded individual strength and power over all else."Hoooooo...quite the grip you got there..."Noticing that Vahn's grip was comparable to her own, fiery blue runes began to spread across Pwamma's arm as her strength drastically increased. Even then, however, Vahn just raised his brow at her, smiling as he asked, "Is this a competition? If so, I might have to get serious..."With her previously cheeky smile fading away, Pweamma became serious as she said, "Bring it on..." in a strained yet expectant tone.Though he could have crushed her hand even without it, the edges of Vahn's smile rose up as gold scales promptly erupted from his forearm. At the same time, his hand morphed into a glistening set of claws that closed around Pweamma's hand as if he were squeezing tofu.Despite paling, a condition that was rather obvious due to her ashen-grey skin, Pweamma didn't cry out in pain. Instead, a smile spread across her face as she remarked, "You're strong..."Maintaining a visibly amused smile, Vahn answered, "I'm well aware." before releasing Pweamma's hand and asking, "Need help with that?"Shaking her head, Pweamma surprised Vahn by reaching up to the middle of her bicep and simply twisting off the entire arm as if it were attached to a doll. He had noticed it during their handshake, but, seeing the shimmering metallic surface where her stump should be, it was clear that Asuri were not purely biological organisms.Waving around her 'severed' appendage, Pweamma, now appearing completely lax, mused, "When I said I had hands to spare, I never expected I would be losing one. Here, take this. You earned it~."Though it wasn't the strangest thing he had seen, Vahn couldn't help smiling wryly as he caught Pweamma's detached limb out of the air. It was heavier than expected, but, considering her muscles and bones were made out of a pale-golden metal and other metallic fibers, he wasn't too surprised. Instead, he just casually tossed it into his Inventory under the amused eyes of the inordinately tall Asuri.Before Pweamma could derail the conversation even further, Ziros loudly cleared his throat before saying, "Pweamma...please, take a seat..."Hearing the old man's words, Pweamma scrunched up her nose but ultimately complied by taking a seat on the floor. Her height, combined with the fact she was sitting in seiza, actually placed her at a similar level to the seated Vahn. The latter found this a little peculiar, but, understanding she would probably break a normal chair, he didn't bother to ask why she was sitting on the floor.After nodding his head in approval, Ziros directed his gaze at Vahn, saying, "I've never been fond of subterfuge and deceit so I'm just gonna come out and say it. Once the Vahnatus has ended, I want you to accept Pweamma into your Community as a spy."Raising his brows, the smile on Vahn's face faded as he asked, "You want me to willfully accept a spy into my home? And to think, it hasn't even been a few minutes since you called me bold..."Exhaling a sigh, Ziros adopted a serious yet noticeably apologetic expression as he explained, "Your power is far too great. It wouldn't have been an issue if you were like those apathetic old monsters in the 1-Digit Gates. Unfortunately, your actions are clearly guided by your own moral compass. It's fine for the moment, but, should you deviate toward the path of a tyrant, I fear the Little Garden will find itself enthralled in yet another war...""What does that have to do with accepting a spy into my home...?"Though he had already reached a number of conclusions, Vahn wanted to hear the excuse Ziros had thought of. At the same time, he briefly shifted his attention towards Pweamma, who, despite being revealed as a potential spy, appeared more bored than concerned.Understanding Vahn's confusion, Ziros supplied a curt nod before explaining, "Even if you don't do anything to openly antagonize them, it is only a matter of time before those in power begin to feel threatened by your existence. Having an informant within the Sage Dragon's Hearth will help abate their fears and prevent them from acting on misinformation. I can't promise they won't antagonize you, but, so long as you don't deviate from the path of righteousness and decide to burn the Little Garden to the ground, they won't be able to justify rallying an army...""Hmmm...in other words, you're putting a leash on both sides. Pweamma's reports will prevent any misunderstandings from happening, and, if I go rogue, her 'sacrifice' will give you time to prepare. Is that it...?"Nodding his head in affirmation, Ziros cast a glance towards Pweamma, his expression becoming visibly conflicted as he revealed, "The Asuri, much like Angels, are remarkably pure beings. When a member of the Asuri tribe is corrupted by malice, it will reflect in their appearance and personality. If Pweamma 'falls', you can expect the entire Divine Army to mobilize against you..."Snorting through his nose, Vahn filled his glass with an aromatic ale as he mused, "Thanks for giving me yet another reason to refuse your offer..."Furrowing his brows, Ziros was about to advise Vahn not to make a hasty decision when Pweamma beat him to the punch, asking, "You're not gonna let me join? Come on, man. You can't do me dirty like that. You already got me all hot and bothered and now you're giving me the cold shoulder? Not cool."Blinking in surprise, Vahn directed an incredulous look towards the disgruntled-looking Pweamma, stating, "You have a rather interesting way of speaking..."Supplying a snort of her own, Pweamma met Vahn's gaze with a visibly annoyed look as she flatly replied, "You got a problem with the way I talk, lizard breath...?"Though he raised one of his brows, Vahn didn't hesitate to answer, "Not really, no. At the very least, it has nothing to do with my refusal. As for your hot and bothered remark...I'm flattered, really, but I'm not going to invite you into my home just because you're willing to sleep with me. I have more than enough women for that and I'm not going to stress them out by inviting a literal spy into their midst. Besides, I don't care how the Gods view me. If they come looking for trouble, that's on them. Everyone is responsible for the consequences of their actions. The Gods shouldn't be the exception; they should set the example..."On that note, Vahn downed the contents of his glass in a single swig before slamming it down on the table with just enough force to draw the attention of the entire tavern. Then, before Pweamma or Ziros could reply, he simply vanished from the tavern as if he had never existed in the first place.........Several kilometers from the tavern where Vahn had been meeting with Ziros, a bespectacled young woman with red and black hair could be seen lying beneath a light-refracting blanket as she peered through the viewfinder of a rather dated-looking camera."This is the scoop of the century! I can't wait to write an exposé~!"As soon as those words left the woman's lips, the ostensibly invisible blanket covering her body was pulled away to reveal none other than Kanade Katana in a simple black t-shirt and a curious pair of panties with the words 'eat up' emblazoned across her butt cheeks.After freezing like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, Katana slowly peered over her shoulder to find Vahn standing there with a deadpan expression on his face. The tips of her ears became tinged with a red hue, but, rather than attempt to cover her pert and shapely bottom, she made a point to squeeze her cheeks together as she asked, "I don't suppose I could convince you to let me keep my footage...?"Though his eyes were briefly drawn to the woman's shapely bottom, Vahn ultimately just raised a brow as he asked, "What footage...?"Eyes widening, Katana turned towards her camera and the audio equipment she had set up to find that all of her tapes were missing. This caused her to panic, but, by the time she had turned around, Vahn was already gone.........(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Vahn ain't scurred of nothin'...!','Begone, thot...!','That's a plus-sized oof...')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Since the award ceremony wasn't until the final day, Seraphina decided to stay at home while Vahn, Fenrir, Sarina, Usalia, and Black Rabbit attended the second day's opening ceremony."I didn't know there were going to be so many people. I'm starting to feel nervous..."Though she had seen the crowd during the previous day's broadcast, Sarina had underestimated just how massive a crowd of 100,000 could be. It didn't help that most of the crowd was filled with leery-eyed men who looked at her as if she were a piece of juicy steak.Understanding Sarina's concerns, Vahn's expression softened as he gently caressed her head and said, "You don't have to participate if you don't want to. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to show off in the future."Shaking her head, much of the apprehension in Sarina's expression faded away as she pumped her fists and said, "No! I'm the Vice-Leader of the Sage Dragon's Hearth! I can't keep sitting around all day while you do all the hard work...!"Chuckling in response to Sarina's vivacious remark, Vahn earned a fair amount of resentment as he bent down to give the slightly startled young woman a lucky kiss.........To help get the crowd in the spirit, the first event of the second day was the Long Jump followed by Putting the Stone and ending with the Javelin Toss. As a result, Fenrir had to separate from the rest of the group to join the other contestants in the waiting area.While girls with animal ears and tails weren't particularly rare, every single contestant took notice of Fenrir the moment she entered the room. She had a certain air around her that reminded people of a winter chill, and, the moment her carmine eyes passed over them, it was like the temperature had dropped tens of degrees in an instant."Get a load of this. Is she seriously trying to intimidate us before the match even starts? Are all the people in the Sage Dragon's Hearth this arrogant~?"Directing her gaze towards the person who spoke, Fenrir found a rather strange-looking girl with horns reminiscent of an Oni. What made her really stand out, however, were the prosthetics that extended from her biceps and nearly touched the ground. She also had strange proportions that made her body appear pillowy and soft at a glance, almost like you could touch anywhere on her body and your hand would sink into her flesh.Furrowing her brows, Fenrir restrained the urge to call the woman a pillowy bimbo as she shifted her attention to the strange, seemingly young girl standing next to her. She had a complexion that could make a zombie blush, blood-red eyes surrounded by sickly yellow sclera, a mane of unkempt white hair that extended past her waist, and baggy white clothes that resembled a mix between an EMT and a Firefighter. She was also wearing a pair of spats, but, due to the numerous cuts, bruises, and bandages on her legs, they may as well have been a shadow cast by her oversized coat."I don't recognize the two of you. Which Community do you belong to...?"After laughing in a manner that resembled a sensual cackle, the long-armed woman teasingly replied, "Wouldn't you like to know~?" before letting her inordinately long tongue fall from her mouth. As for the predominately white figure next to her, she just pointed to the badge on her chest as if that was the only explanation required.Though she got the impression the two were demons, Fenrir just snorted through her nose before ultimately choosing to ignore them. They wouldn't be here if her Master didn't allow it, so, even if they were up to something, it wouldn't really matter. After all, her Master was effectively omniscient and omnipotent within his own territory. The moment anyone attempted to break the rules he had established, they would be held accountable.Seeing Fenrir snub her like a pompous princess, the long-armed Oni promptly retracted her tongue before glaring at the retreating Vanargandr and saying, "Damn. You come in here and release your aura like you're some kind of big shot and then back down the moment someone speaks out? I was just joking around before. Who would have imagined that the Sage Dragon's Hearth was filled with pansies? What a joke. It's no wonder your Leader got disqualified from his own competition."Stopping the moment she heard the woman speak ill of her Master, the aura around Fenrir's body became visible as she looked over her shoulder and said, "Arrogance is derived from ignorance and yours is beyond comprehension..."Without waiting for the woman to respond, Fenrir cast a silencing charm on the entire room before walking over to one of the benches lining the walls. This caused a bit of panic among the other girls in the room. As for the demonic duo, the long-armed Oni adopted a fierce expression similar to a vengeful spirit while her white-haired counterpart just stared off into space with glazed, unfocused eyes.........As Fenrir had suspected, Vahn had immediately taken notice of the various demons that had infiltrated the competition. This was yet another failure on his part, as, not only had he failed to prevent Communities from seeking outside help, he had also failed to include a rule prohibiting substitutions. As a result, a total of thirteen demons had infiltrated the event, and, based on the information provided by Loi-chan, this was only part of a much larger organization.If it were anyone else, they would have immediately tried to cancel or postpone the event. High-brow Gift Games could be delayed for up to a week with the interference of a Judge Master, so, if he really wanted to, Vahn could call inform Black Rabbit and even fix the rules. Instead, he decided to simply ignore them as most of the demons had elected to join low-risk sporting events. More importantly, Loi-chan had revealed that they were basically just trying to gauge his reaction after ascertaining that Seraphina and Usalia were demons.Thus far, the Sage Dragon's Hearth had really only cooperated with weaker Communities seeking protection. The rules and provisions of the Burgeoning Communities Accord also made him seem like the type of person who only associated with the 'light' side of things, so, until now, none of the darker Communities had thought to approach him. More specifically, the various Demon Lords that had been active in the East prior to his arrival had effectively gone silent after his Gift Game against Leviathan's Tail.As a neutral or so-called grey organization, Vahn was willing to ignore the presence of demons so long as they abided by his rules. He didn't share the prejudice most people had against them as he understood, better than most, that there was no such thing as pure evil. There were literally Angels with hearts blacker than pitch and Demons who had dedicated their entire lives to helping people in need. In that same vein, there were religious figureheads who had committed every imaginable sin while witches who used their magic to heal and treat the sick might still be regarded as heretics deserving of a pyre. It was ridiculous."Still...I can't just let them openly antagonize the people I care about. Guess I'll need to have a chat with their leader..."On that note, Vahn waved his hand, and, as a result, a young woman appeared in front of him. She had red hair tied into a loose ponytail, crimson eyes set with fiery orange pupils, and an immodest outfit consisting of a short black and grey dress, and a long black mantle that left very little to the imagination. Since her hair also flickered like flames toward the end, it was pretty easy to tell which element she was affiliated with.Startled by the sudden teleportation, the young woman immediately raised her hand to produce a gaseous flame but it barely reached the size of a softball before petering out as Vahn mused, "You must be Typh(pronounced Tiff). Or perhaps you would like me to refer to you by your official title, Demon Lord of the Typhoid Fever?"Realizing she couldn't use her powers, Typh did her best to appear calm as she answered, "Typh is fine..."Not expecting such a meek reply from such a fiery woman, Vahn raised his brows before quickly shaking his head and saying, "Very well, Typh. You may call me Vahn. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."Though the feeling wasn't mutual, Typh surprised Vahn even further by grabbing the hem of her skirt and performing a polite curtsy as she grumbled, "It's an honor..."Resisting the temptation to ask where such a tomboyish-looking Demon Lord picked up etiquette, Vahn manifested a table and two chairs before gesturing for Typh to take a seat. She reluctantly did so, but, upon tasting the tea and cookies he supplied, her guard immediately lowered as she asked, "How did you teleport me? Even if you're the Game Master, named Demon Lords are supposed to have protections against forced spatial displacement."Returning a relaxed smile, Vahn answered, "We all have our secrets. Now, tell me...why has a group of Demons affiliated with the Ouroboros Demon Lord Alliance decided to infiltrate my Gift Game? I'm not particularly upset, just curious."Not expecting Vahn to casually reveal her backer, Typh began to sweat like someone legitimately infected with Typhoid Fever as she softly replied, "My...our mission was to gauge your reaction to the presence of Demons and ascertain whether or not you are willing to cooperate in the future..."As he was already well aware of this, Vahn just nodded his head before tapping empty space to create a projection of the encounter between Fenrir and two Lesser Demons named Edema and Smokie. Edema, as her name implied, was the oni-like woman with massive arms. As for Smokie, who else could she be if not the little girl covered in wounds and wearing a faded fireman's jacket?Though she was briefly confused by the sudden projection, Typh's expression darkened as she saw Edema trying to taunt Fenrir into attacking. She knew the lesser demon was a troublemaker but she hadn't expected her to go out of her way to taunt a member of the Community their superiors had warned them not to antagonize.Rubbing her now-aching forehead, an exasperated sigh escaped Typh's mouth as she stated, "I can explain..." as her mind quickly worked to find a reasonable excuse. Fortunately, she didn't have to as Vahn promptly replied, "Relax. So long as your people don't go out of your way to try and harm the crowd, I don't really mind what they do. A bit of banter between rivals never hurt anyone. Fenrir is a big girl. She can take care of herself."Nodding her head in understanding, most of Typh's fears faded away as she took the opportunity to ask, "Fenrir? As in the Heaven Devouring Wolf owned by the 9 Realms Alliance? I never expected such a legendary beast to be in the hands of the Sage Dragon's Hearth..."Unsurprised by the reference to a second Fenrir, Vahn just adopted a smile, musing, "Who knows?" in a lackadaisical tone. This caused Typh to puff out her cheeks. She wanted to burn him, but, with her powers sealed, that was impossible. Rather, unless Vahn let her go, she doubted she would be able to escape his grasp. This caused her to feel nervous, but, at the same time, she also felt a little excited. Every Demon Lord had a quirk and hers just so happened to be being held against her will. After all, she was the manifestation of the hundreds of thousands of men and women that had died during the war between Sparta and Athens. They had tossed the sick and infirm into stone prisons before setting them ablaze so being imprisoned against her will just felt natural...in fact, it made her body feel like it was burning from the inside.........(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Fenrir be like, "Muted..."','Where is Ebola-chan...?','Demon Lords are scary...')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Though some considered it shameful to lose in your own Gift Game, Vahn just laughed off his disqualification with a smile. It wasn't like he stood to gain anything by obtaining a gold medal, so, after promising to meet with Ziros after the competition had ended, he helped to repair the arena before returning to the waiting room."I can't believe you were disqualified! That damned Black Rabbit! How could she!?"Patting Seraphina's head, Vahn replied, "Relax. She was just doing her job as Judge Master. I'm the one who created the rule stating that anyone who destroyed the arena would be disqualified. Since it was destroyed as a result of my attack being reflected by Ziros, we're both at fault. She made the right choice."Puffing out her cheeks, Seraphina wanted to complain but ultimately decided against it. Instead, her amethyst eyes began to glisten as she mused, "Well, look on the bright side. You're now free for the remainder of the competition. Wanna join me in the jacuzzi? I still have my swimsuit...though, if you really want to, I don't mind going without..."Since it had only been an hour or two since Seraphina was on the ground with the whites of her eyes showing, Vahn couldn't help issuing a soft chuckle in response to her invitation. Succubi were truly insatiable, so, after wiping away a stray tear from his eye, he hooked his hand around her thin and willow waist before guiding her towards their Community's recreation and relaxation area.........Though the matches following Vahn and Ziros weren't nearly as exciting, the crowd still got a kick out of them since they could actually tell what was going on. More importantly, the final event of the day was the Women's Pankration. This really got the crowd going, as, for a variety of different reasons, Usalia pretty much refused to wear anything but a bunny suit. Thus, while the uniforms for women in other events were relatively tame, everyone participating in the Women's Pankration was outfitted with multi-colored bunny suits, complete with stockings and a tail.Fortunately, most female Players were already accustomed to such requirements. Popularity in the Little Garden was extremely important, and, as shameless as it sounded, showing a bit of skin was one of the easiest methods to get people to remember you. This was one of the reasons Vahn had warned Asuka and Yo not to get complacent. If their enemies learned they were bashful by nature, they would not hesitate to exploit them..."What is a little kid doing here? You do realize this is a competition of strength and skill, don't you?"Craning her head to look up at the woman who had addressed her, Usalia's expression remained unchanged as she remarked, "It isn't nice to go around insulting other people, plip."At 227cm in height, the ashen-skinned woman towering over Usalia was a few centimeters short of being twice her size. She also had a mane of wild red hair tied into a careless ponytail, four arms, and blazing blue eyes that reflected a confident yet slightly concerned look. The white bunny suit she was wearing perfectly suited her, as, despite visible abs, she had large breasts, wide hips, and full thighs.Despite all of these things, Usalia didn't even flinch as she gazed up at the woman with her reddish-pink eyes and eerie white pupils. Instead, it was the ashen-skinned woman who began to feel a little uncomfortable as she crossed two of her arms and said, "I'm saying this for your own good, kid. You really shouldn't be out here."Since she didn't detect any genuine animosity from the woman, Usalia decided she would simply ignore her. This caused the ashen-skinned woman's brow to twitch, but, as she didn't really have a say in who participated in the Pankration, she just shook her head before walking off to talk to yet another youthful-looking contestant.Following the woman's departure with her eyes, Usalia's gaze briefly lingered on the woman's ginormous bottom as the notion that she was just worried about the younger participants briefly crossed her mind. At the same time, however, Usalia couldn't help wondering where the woman had come from. The power radiating from her body was comparable to an Overlord, and, as far as she could tell, the woman was holding back quite a bit."Hmmm..."Though she had witnessed the battle between Vahn and Ziros, it never crossed Usalia's mind that the four-armed redhead might have some connection with him. She had never been the brightest, so, even though the woman was wearing the exact same insignia on her chest, Usalia failed to take notice. Instead, she shifted her gaze towards the sky and muttered, "I'm hungry, plip...I wonder what Vahn is going to make for dinner...?"......After momentarily pacifying the insatiable Seraphina, Vahn was going over the list of participants with a marginally amused smile on his face.In hindsight, Vahn realized he should have included a clause stating that participation was limited to Players who had already been a part of a Community prior to registering. Because he hadn't, quite a number of Communities had fallen prey to Factions and Alliances located within the 4-Digit Gates.By promising to let the higher-digit Communities become an extension of their far more powerful organization, many of the personalized Gifts Vahn had prepared had already fallen into the hands of people intending to oppose him. He actually found this rather amusing, but, at the same time, he couldn't help shaking his head at the short-sightedness of the people who had given up their Gifts to pander to people who regarded them as little more than peons.Shaking his head, Vahn just so happened to stumble across the same four-armed woman that had attempted to dissuade Usalia from participating. She had the same six-armed insignia that Ziros had been wearing, but, instead of being emblazoned on her back like a banner, it was pinned above her breast like a standard flag badge."Pweamma the Protector? Hmm...this could be troublesome. If she also has access to the Law of Erasure, her opponents are going to suffer..."Since the rules of the Game Board prevented death, Vahn wasn't too worried. Sure, there was a chance that she had been sent to eliminate Usalia, Fenrir, or anyone else who had been sent to participate from his side, but that wasn't very likely. Rather, even if she were as powerful as Ziros, her chances of victory against Usalia wouldn't exceed 10%.Pulling up the brackets, Vahn saw that Usalia and Pweamma wouldn't be competing against each other till the third and final day of the event. This was probably for the best as it was going to be hard for people to remain hyped after witnessing his and Ziros's battle on the very first day."Let's see who Usalia is going to be fighting today...Ona Lanka? That's an interesting name..."Immediately after those words left his lips, Vahn's expression froze as he pulled up the profile of the woman named Ona Lanka. She was a literal mountain of a woman, and, based on the curved horns protruding from her scalp, she either had demon, dragon, or oni heritage.Under normal circumstances, Vahn wouldn't have been surprised by someone else's appearance. He had literally interacted with eldritch entities and creatures most would consider abominations based on appearance alone. In other words, it was pretty difficult to catch him. Ona Lanka in a bunny suit? That was apparently more than enough."I should have taken racial characteristics into consideration when I was making my decision...not that she looks bad..."After recovering from his momentary stupor and getting a better look at her features, Vahn realized that Ona Lanka was actually quite the beauty. Sure, she had a different kind of beauty than normal but she was still a remarkable woman. If he were 300cm tall and had a physique similar to Heracles, they would probably make a good match.Hearing Vahn compliment another woman, Seraphina's eyes immediately opened as she raised her body to get a better look. Unlike Vahn, however, her expression didn't change in the slightest. The Demons of the Netherworld didn't actually care all that much for beauty. At least, not in the sense that they would judge people as being ugly just because they were different. Thus, the only things she focused on while looking at Ona Lanka were the woman's complexion and hair.Despite having a physique that would make a Samoan warrior blush, Ona Lanka's complexion was fair. As for her hair, possessed an ashen-blue sheen, and, despite resembling a mane flowing away from her scalp, there wasn't a single split end in sight. This, combined with the fact her horns were neatly polished caused Seraphina's views to fall in line with Vahn's. There was no way the horned woman would be able to compete with her but she was clearly a beauty."Are you going to make her yours...?"Rolling his eyes the moment he heard Seraphina's words, Vahn flatly replied, "No." before waving his hand to generate a large display showing the ongoing competition. Usalia's match was second from last but that didn't mean they couldn't watch the rest. After all, he was still the host, and, while he wasn't nearly as enamored as the rest of the crowd, he would be lying if he said he didn't find the sigh of beautiful women brawling in bunny suits appealing.........Hearing her name called out by Black Rabbit, Usalia awoke from her nap before bashfully rubbing the back of her head with her paws. Then, before the befuddled Judge Master could call her name a fourth time, she flashed to the top of the arena in a burst of speed that very few contestants, much less the members of the crowd, could follow.Seeing the giantess standing on the opposite of the ring, Usalia's apathetic expression morphed into one of surprise as she muttered, "Whoa...you're pretty big, plip..."As she was already annoyed by Usalia's tardiness, Ona Lanka's brows furrowed as she adopted a grappling stance and growled, "I will crush you like a bug..."Puffing out her cheeks, Usalia adopted a stance of her own. When the crowd saw this, a mighty roar shook the Colosseum, as, despite being remarkably petite, Usalia still possessed a certain appeal to her. Seeing her lower herself into a quadrupedal stance with her bubbly butt sticking out was more than enough to get the crowd riled up. As for Ona Lanka, she just raised her foot, a majestic war cry emanating from her throat as she dropped it like a hammer.Though Ona Lanka's attack was only strong enough to produce a shallow crater, the entire arena trembled as if it were influenced by a powerful earthquake. Unfortunately for her, Usalia's stance was remarkably stable. In fact, had she been at home taking a nap, this level of trembling wouldn't have been enough to wake her kittens, much less her.Recalling that she needed to get home to make sure her babies were okay, Usalia's brows furrowed nearly a whole millimeter as she charged forward to meet Ona Lanka in mid-air. The mountain of a woman had jumped the three-hundred-meter distance between them as if it were a joke, arms high over her head with the intent to carry out her promise of crushing the comparably small bunny."Usagi Punch~!"Demonstrating that size was not a qualifier for strength, Usalia left the crowd speechless as she gave Ona Lanka a furry uppercut. It didn't appear to pack any power at all, but, the moment her paw made contact with the woman's jaw, Ona Lanka's head snapped back like a speedbag as she was sent smashing into the barrier like a projectile fired from a railgun. If it wasn't for the rules of the Game Board protecting against fatal injuries, she would have splat like a bug the moment she made contact.........(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Having multiple sets of arms seems kind of unfair in a boxing/wrestling match...','Oh lawd, she'a comin...','Saitama would be proud...')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Chapter 2128: Brazen