Reincarnation Sim Game

“Are you feeling alright, Elise?” Yua asked her colleague sitting next to her. “Perhaps you need to rest a little longer?”

Elise rubbed the nape of her neck with a face that was still tense. “Well, I think I’ll feel worse when I don’t do anything.”

Mona, sitting on Yua’s lap, tilted her head while looking at Elise.

“She is more expressive than some humans I know.” Yua smiled. “It seems that she is also worried about you.”

Elise rubbed her pet’s head. “I’m fine, Mona.”

Before long, Renee came to the two people sitting in the special stands.

“Oh, hi, Renee.” Yua greeted in a friendly tone, completely different from before. “I wanted to see you after the match, but master Raymund asked me to accompany Elise. I want to apologize….”

“What if we pretend it never happened.” The blonde woman interrupted, then sighed. “You only do what you can to win. Maybe I have a lot to learn.”

Yua’s smile grew wider. “You seem to be very big-hearted, Renee.”

“Huh?” Raymund commented. “Just like that? Usually, women’s feuds will last for a long time, right?”

“That’s just a stereotype, sir.” Yua chuckled.

Shrugging, Renee sat down next to Elise, looking out at the empty arena in the distance. The three of them were at the very top of the stadium. “Ah, the match is about to start, it seems.”

From the crystal ball floating in front of them, the three women saw Igor walking towards the center of the arena. The audience started cheering again.

“It reminds me of the audience when I was still doing my job in my original world,” Yua muttered. “Well, the cheers are barely audible because of the loud engine noise. However, I can hear them in some places with a high level of enthusiasm.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Yua.” Renee’s brow furrowed. “Engine? Why is that thing so loud? And you used to work in a place like this? Become a fighter too?”

“Well…” Yua shrugged. “I’ll tell you in detail later, although it will take time. Think of this as part of my apology. However, I will do so if Sir Raymund gives permission.”

“Up to you, Yua,” Raymund responded. “I don’t really care.”

“I’ve got his approval.” Yua blinked an eye. “For now, let’s just enjoy this fight.”

“Hmmm…. Looks like I’m about to hear something exciting.” Renee got eager again. She then looked at Elise. “And, Elise. You haven’t had time to tell me about your homeworld yet.”

Still, with a tense face, Elise didn’t answer and focused on the arena.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting.” The host with the crested hair, who also hosted the qualifiers, spoke from the other side of the stadium, using a magic funnel. “I want to hear your voices for this third match!!!”

The audience is getting more excited.

“The first fighter, a warrior, Stefan Kovalev!!!”

A man of average stature stepped out of the gate, waving his sword and shield at the audience. That man with blonde hair and full armor was grinning as if enjoying the atmosphere of the place.

“Huh, why is his introduction so short? It’s different when he introduced us, the ladies.” Yua chuckled. “And his voice isn’t as lively as before either.”

“The second fighter, a warrior too, Oleg ‘The Slammer’ Ivanov!”

“Maybe he only gets excited when the fighter is a girl.” Renee yawned. “A bit of favoritism, in my opinion.”

In contrast to the first fighter, Oleg Ivanov doesn’t wear armor but super short pants instead. The muscles of the messy red-haired man were clearly visible.

“The slammer?” Renee raised an eyebrow. “That’s a terrible nickname.”

“He looks so cool,” Yua commented to that man with a big tall body. “I like a guy who looks a bit messy like that.”

Raymund cleared his throat. “Things like that won’t work for me anymore, Yua.”

Like in previous matches, the referee gave a briefing to the two fighters, then asked them to stay away.

“Fights!!!” The signal and the referee ignited another roar from the crowd.

Oleg ran to Stefan, who was much smaller than him. Stefan didn’t have time to do anything when his opponent’s shoulder hit him, sending his body flying far away.

“Ooh!!!” The audience let out the word in unison.

Before Stefan could stand up, Oleg was already hugging his body and lifting him up high. Stefan tried to break free, but it was in vain. His body was slammed hard to the ground and caused the audience to say ‘ooh’ again.

And then, it happened again and again. Oleg rammed Stefan at high speed, picked him up then slammed his body like a sack of rice. However, that does not mean Oleg slammed without calculation. He always used a different type of throw to prevent his opponent from learning the moves and breaking free.

Stefan’s movements slowed every time he got a slam from his opponent. Now he can’t even get up, only creeps up to the referee while Oleg laughs like crazy.

“I-I give up… I can’t stand it anymore….” Stefan spoke with a ragged breath.

However, Oleg hugged his body from behind. Stefan didn’t even have the strength to try to escape. His body was thrown away and hit the arena wall until it cracked.

“Stefan Kovalev surrender!!!” The referee signals the ringer of the bell.

“The winner is Oleg ‘The Slammer’ Ivanov!!!” The host gave the announcement after the bell rang.

The big red-haired man laughed again as the referee raised his hand. The audience applauded and praised him, though not as loud as when Elise or Yua competed. After all, Oleg showed something different, despite him dominating his opponent.

“Did you see that?” Yua narrowed her eyes. “He’s so fast, even though his body is that big. Maybe his speed is about the same as mine.”

“And did you see the body collision he did?” Renee chimed in. “A normal collision wouldn’t make people fly that far. It must be painful for that to happen to you, even in an outfit with magical protection.”

The kunoichi leaned back in the chair, folding her arms across her chest. “Not to mention the strength of his grips in trapping the opponent. Stefan can’t do anything, even though I’m sure he’s trained. Hell, that guy made it here after going through those crazy qualifying rounds.”

“And the most dangerous thing about Oleg: his nasty slams.”

“Well, I feel sorry for the opponent….” Realizing something, Yua turned her head to Elise.

Renee also did the same.

Elise looked at the two friends with an expression like someone was about to cry.