“Alright… the benevolent and Mighty Dragonmight! versus Deek…” The announcer was even giving me a cold look as he finally quieted the hateful crowd.

What was with the difference in titles too? Mighty Dragonmight is super redundant! It’s not even a good introduction! Furthermore, he definitely gave my name like an afterthought. Did no one think that I would win the battle? Or rather, was no one willing to not root against me specifically? The heat of the crowd was brutal, but the five people across from me also seemed to hate me something serious. I just came to the championship a little unkempt! It turned out this was a slave-hating crowd.

I saw slaves everywhere, although most of them were older or strapping men. Was this a bias that young women received? Was there a bad stigma about young adult female slaves? If there were, it would have been nice to hear about it before I reached the Capitol! Instead, I had to deal with the universal scorn of the crowd, even though I played a very important role in the battle.

“Begin!” The referee called out.

I immediately ducked and ran. It was a good call because two spells instantly landed exactly where I was standing. In fact, even though the girls moved out to attack, weren’t their responding attacks a bit too singular? Every attack was aimed at me! In fact, they kept backing up or avoiding the girls! I abandoned my magicians just and switched to dungeon diver and slave master. Since they weren’t trying to attack the girls, there was no use in trying to heal them. Plus, there was no way I’d have a chance to cast a spell anyway.

The best I could do was passively improve my girl’s status while trying to keep myself from growing fatigued. This team was honestly pretty good though. I felt like in a straight, honest fight, we might have won, but they seemed intent on not engaging my girls while sending numerous attacks my way. I ran around the stadium screaming while people pointed, laughed, or ridiculed me. This was seriously not cool at all. I felt like I had returned back to middle school in my old world. It was that kind of feeling.

The biggest problem was that I was getting tired. I had good long-distance stamina. I could walk all day. However, the bursts of energy needed, such as to perform the footwork needed to avoid the barrage of potentially deadly skills being used against me, were way too much. I quickly realized I needed to find an advantage to weaken them. I needed to take out one of the fighters. Probably, the weakest link.

My eyes fell on a girl who had remained quiet during my public execution. While the other girl was sending various elemental spells my way, this girl was instead casting on her teammates. She must have the support role as I did! Support against support, I realized I needed to get rid of her if I wanted to change my situation. Biting my lip, I realized there was only one way to close the distance.

I dropped Slave Master and instead equipped Pervert. I needed the Stamina Up. With a sudden burst of energy, I managed to dodge the next barrage of attacks and then close the distance. I was so concerned with getting to the girl, I didn’t notice that my carnal desires were kicking in. Not only was I getting a noticeable erection, but my face had turned slightly perverted, and as I leaped for the girl, rather than an attack, my palms were out and I was making a grabbing motion.

The girl shrieked. “Noooo!”

She instantly covered her chest and leaped off the stage to avoid my attack. The effect had been so powerful, the girl next to her similarly fled the stage shrieking. The three men, seeing their ladies running from a guy with a boner and a perverted look grew enraged and turned to attack me fully. Now completely outnumbered and distracted, Lydia, Celeste, and Terra made quick work of them.

When the last man fell, I removed pervert and only then realized and tried to hide my shame. As for the crowd, there wasn’t a single person cheering.