The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 137 - A Bold Move

I open my eyes and look ahead to see a scrawny tall guy standing in front of me with his blade pointed. Just from the shaky look from his eyes I could feel that this guy has never actually killed anyone.

But what he has done is, he bullies weak people. The fact that he could have went for anyone in this large stage, the bastard chose me.

The big guy who seemed like an easy target who stayed quietly at one corner.

Bad news for you, fucker… I’m the hidden boss.

I may have seemed a bit fat by the way I was sitting cross-legged but as I stood, the guy’s shaky eyes froze in fear. My seven-foot-tall size with an barbarian physique made him take two steps back in fear.

The blade in his hand shook as he tried to get out of this, "He- Hey… we don’t have to do this."

The smile on me brightened up to a frightening degree as I slowly followed him with joovy steps.

"Really... Then why did you wake me up then? And pleasseee don’t tell me it’s because you wanted to be my bitch."

"Your Bitch?... No. I don’t understand what that means but let’s just calm down for a second."

"Well, I surely would have stayed calm if you didn’t wake me up so rudely and what was it you called me earlier… a fat bastard, right?" My question made him sweat visibly more.

"Not fat per say…"

"So a bastard then?"

"Shit, I’m not getting out of this, am I?" The guy said dreadfully.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head, "Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem so." I would have guessed that it was at this time he was going to cry out or beg for me to let him go… but humanity can sometimes surprise itself.

He bravely put up an aggressive front and pointed his blade at me. "Stay the fuck away from me!" The guy threatened. "If you take one more step than I will show you why I am the most terrifying guy in my village."

"Is it because you prey on disabled women."

The guy sneered and roared, "Ahhhh!" I thought this would be the moment he would make his last mistake and run at me.

But as I said before, Humanity can really surprise itself.

So instead the guy turned around instantly and ran.

’…Did that guy really do that?’ I felt genuinely surprised at his smart decision to not confront me. Unfortunately for him, this was still his last action.

I sighed, "And here I thought you would make this interesting." I pulled out my long ass beautiful black sword from my back scabbard. Then aiming at his running figure, I threw it.

"Ha… Ha…" The guy ran as fast as he could.

’Is… that… fucker still… chasing me?’ The guy thought as he came quite a bit away from Henry. But before he could take a breather, he felt something go through his back and pull him forward like a cannon.

My sword went through his back until the guard of it connected with his back and pulled his whole body away. Going forward. the sword, along with the guy’s body hit the other side of the stadium’s wall.

"BOOM!"

With that a loud sound occurred, breaking the all for one battle for a moment as they looked towards the sound.

The dust covered the wall and whatever it was that caused the sound. But as the air slowly flowed away with the air, the spectators and contestants couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.

At the wall where the sound occurred, the place seemed as if it had a big accident. The walls broke 6 meters deep with the surrounding being cracked like a spider’s web as the rocks of its sturdy wall slowly fell.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Is that a sword?"

"How can it be so big?"

"Forget about the sword… what is that!"

"Are those actually blood?!"

The people close to the incident commented.

At the center of the destruction stood a heavily domineering black sword with the wall in front of it being covered in blood and bones of what might have been a human being.

Then before anyone could understand what the fuck had happened, I slowly walked towards the center of the incident and pulled out my sword. The eyes of everyone widened to fear seeing me take out a sword that should have been in a fantasy dream.

"That’s not real… is it?"

"Did that guy actually kill someone with that?"

"Is the blood on the wall that swords doing?"

The fighters asked themselves as I sighed at the sudden silence.

"What happened?" I said, my voice reaching to everyone who stood on the ground.

"Are your pussies tightening up because of this?" I pointed behind me.

"For context, let me just say, I am not someone who likes butchering and killing people like this. This guy here, just insulted me as I was sleeping and then when I wanted to actually fight, he ran so I killed him."

It seemed that my words might have seemed forbidden for them as they all looked at me like a maniac. Which was quite ironic with all the bloodshed and killing they were doing for a fucking pendant.

"Don’t look at me like that!" My eyes turned shallow, "This is what you guys wanted, wasn’t it? A chance… hope for a brighter future for your pitiful self’s… well you got it. This is it."

"This is where your dreams die."

…

On the other side of the stadium, Arthur looked at this with a shocked look.

’No!... How can he be here?’

Arthur thought as he looked at Henry standing there, showing himself like a freaking red target.

The thought of eventually fighting him, not only made his blood boil but it also frightened him. The way his body shook at Henry’s primal power from the previous fight and the blood frenzied state he stood now told him this wasn’t going to be easy anymore.

From this moment on, Arthur wasn’t sure if he could actually win this fight competition. But it also made him fight harder so that he could reach Henry.

…

Up at the second floor stage where the teachers were.

Harold and Thomas looked at the crazy way that Henry called everyone a loser. For a second, both of the teachers looked at this guy like a maniac. Calling over 70 able killers losers was a death sentence in itself.

Still, they couldn’t help but smile at the way that Henry presented himself. Like he was showing everyone that he was the one who would win this.

"Who is this brat?" Harold asked, "Do we know him?"

The old guy behind them quickly took the list from his assistant and said, "He’s number is 34-"

Thomas interrupted the guy, "We don’t want his number, just tell us who he is."

"O- Of course, noble sirs." The old guy nodded, "His name is Henry Van Tax from the Tax family."

"The Tax Family?... do you know anyone from that branch?" Harold asked Thomas who shook his head.

"I don’t think I’ve heard of such a name." Thomas smiled, "But I think, they just made their debut."

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Harold nodded sagely, "Such a bold move. Impressive and yet extremely foolish if he can’t back up his stand."

Thomas nodded and quiet waited for a moment before saying, "I bet two thousand pounds on him."