The Sage, who had started bleeding out from his nose and hovering between life and death again, was carried away on a stretcher by the security workers assigned throughout the magic arena. Even if he did supplement his blood through transfusion, his body wouldnât hold up if he lost so much blood in succession. He would have long died already if he were a pure human.
âNose bleeding from recalling Rice CakeâŚâ
Just how severe was his imagination? That symptom wasnât an issue that couldnât be solved by covering his eyes. As such, perhaps it was best to free the Sage of his virginity, by force if need be. If that happened, however, his Job âSageâ would either disappear or be rendered useless. It was necessary to approach this issue in a serious manner.
Lanuvel and I continued to watch the arena competitions.
âMagician Number 5, victory!â
âWoaah!â
âBlast it!â
âOh Yeah!â
Our betting numbers went as follows:
[Kang Han Soo: Number 5, 9, 11, 16, 23]
[Lanuvel: Number 5, 8, 11, 22]
Number 5, whom I had casually picked randomly believing in nothing but my Skill Fortune, effortlessly grabbed hold of victory. In the following contest between Number 7 and 8, Number 8 won, and between the contest between Number 9 and 10, Number 9 came out on top. Number 11 easily wrested victory in the contest after that as well. As of the present, the bets Lanuvel and I made had yet to turn out wrong.
âI donât like it!â
âLulu~â
But this was but the beginning, as the magic competitions didnât end with one victory. In order to get your hands on a considerable sum of money, the competitor you bet on had to at least win two times in a row, regardless of the dividend rate. We continued to watch the ongoing fights.
âMagician Number 15, victory!â
âI love you!â
âSheâs too pretty!â
âMarry me!â
Unfortunate though it was, the idiot Number 16, whom I had picked, suffered defeat. He had truly struggled hard, but his opponent was too bad a match up.
I looked at Magician Number 15, who had won against Number 16. She was a great beauty.
âFound it.â
âWhat, Brother?â
âItâs a thing.â
Magician Number 15, whose charming looks were dazzling to the eye, was a special agent sent in to this Sageâs Towerâs magic arena from the Dark Commerce, which had set down its roots throughout the continents. Her goal wasnât to gain some money by coming off as the champion. The crimson golem controlled by Magician Number 15 was no toy for entertainment, but a mass produced weapon meant for war. Its capability was extremely superior in contrast to its cheap production cost.
The Dark Commerce was aiming for the final victory of the magic arena through Magician Number 15, with the purpose of advertising the crimson golem to the key figures of the various countries within the northern continent. But achieving the final win once couldnât prove the golemâs worth, which was why that woman would constantly participate in the magic arena to win the championship dozens of times.
âItâs becoming interesting.â
However, the Dark Commerce wouldnât be able to achieve its ambition early, and that was because of that Magician Number 16 over on the other side, who was trembling hard after being defeated.
Troubled: That shouldnât be possible normally, I tell youâŚ
âMiss Trainee Teacher, donât worry. Iâm going to properly follow the main plotline, you know?â
âWithin several years, war will break out in the northern continent as the Dark Commerceâs crimson golems hits great popularity. Weâll take the initiative before that happens and subjugate the Dark Commerce and the northern continent using our blue golem.â
âGasp!â
âOhh!â
And thus, we channeled that vigor into creating a prototype. The Sageâs Tower was bursting with golem materials, and a truly absurd golem came to be born under the cooperation of the two geniuses who didnât want their heads shoved down a slime toilet bowl. And that wasnât allâthe golem was garnished with my holiness as the finishing touch.
Although its Status had abruptly risen with the addition of Divinity, as becoming of a hand-crafted test product, its size wasnât much different from that of a person.
But that wasnât the problem.
The golemâs oval-shaped face that was coated in a milky white color inspired no sense of awe, and its four limbs were very slender as well. Its protruding breasts were soft and delicate, utterly unhelpful when it came to combat, and its unnecessary blue, straight hair was long enough to reach its unnecessarily firm buttocks.
⌠This wasnât the super robot I had always dreamed of.
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âBastards! What the hell did you to do my dreamâŚ!â
âHehehâŚâ
âHehehehâŚâ
Turning around, I saw the Sage and the muppet wearing identical smiles on their faces.