Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Pluto's Descendant
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“Gah—!”
Hippolyte let out a dying scream as her face slammed straight into the ground.
No, Hippolyte screaming like that? Even explaining it myself, it sounds so out of place, but it’s true.
More than that, Luna suplexing Hippolyte? I thought I was seeing things, but no, this shit was brutally real.
It wasn’t just me who couldn’t believe it—the passersby and adventurers surrounding us looked equally stunned.
“What in the world is going on?”
“No matter that it’s a bare-handed fight, that’s Hippolyte getting taken down without even putting up a hand?”
Luna, basking in everyone’s attention, gracefully released the suplex bridge and raised both hands high in front of the crowd, shouting.
“Shiiit! I beat a Silver Tier…!”
She looked just like a young hotshot finally toppling a long-reigning champion after a grueling title match—my chest swelled with pride.
Luna, you’ve grown. But no matter how much you’ve grown, is this even possible?
“Grr, th-this can’t…”
At that moment, Hippolyte struggled to her feet, blood trickling from her nose, mouth, and every other hole on her face. She clearly couldn’t accept her loss to Luna and seemed utterly flustered.
Tremble, tremble.
Her usually confident brown eyes shook with anxiety—it was pitiful to behold.
“P-please, one more time! A rematch, I beg you…!”
“No way!”
“Grr, grrrgh…!”
Rejected flat-out by Luna, Hippolyte bit her lower lip in frustration, at a loss for what to do.
Unable to swallow her rage, she suddenly screamed at the murmuring crowd that had gathered around.
“Wh-what are you gawking at!? Get back to your business!”
Sure, she’d lost to a pink Chikarita for some reason, but Hippolyte herself was a powerhouse who could fire destruction beams from her mouth without it being weird.
Her outburst carried such intimidating force that the crowd scattered like rats fleeing stones.
I nearly pissed myself like the basement nymph. Good thing my bladder’s tough. Thanks to Luna’s potion, maybe.
“L-let’s go!”
“Yeah, I’ve got stuff to do anyway.”
And so, only I, Luna, and Hippolyte remained.
“Noxdoty, if bare-handed fights are too much, let’s settle it with arm wrestling.”
Hippolyte was showing the typical ugly sore-loser act, refusing to accept defeat. But even I’d react like that if I lost to Luna, so I got it.
“Arm wrestling…?”
Luna perked up a bit at the words, intrigued. Then she bared her sharp fangs in a huge grin and yelled.
“No way!”
“Grr… F-fine, if you win this time, I’ll give you my belt!”
“Your belt?”
“Yeah, this isn’t just any belt. It’s actually…”
“Don’t need it! Wow! I beat Hippolyte! I gotta go brag about this!”
“…Damn it, shit!”
Luna wasn’t just dominating the fight—she was steamrolling the post-fight banter too.
Luna wasn’t at the bottom of the food chain? Was there some attribute advantage or matchup I didn’t know about?
No, come on—does a woman who flicks pebbles like bullets even have bad matchups?
“I beat Hippolyte! Shiiit!”
Ignoring Hippolyte’s pleas for a rematch, Luna started shouting it to high heaven, ecstatic. I’d probably brag like that too if I’d beaten her.
It was like a Brawlstar Mineral tier noob landing a solo kill on prime Faker in lane. Holy shit, how?!
“Grrgh… Th-then, what’ll it take for a rematch? I-I’ll lick your feet!”
Now Hippolyte was on her knees, head bowed before Luna. Good thing no one else was around, or she’d be the laughingstock of her life—she was that determined.
Makes sense. Unlike the honor-obsessed Minerva Guild, for a follower of the war god Mars like Hippolyte, only victory and defeat mattered—not methods or honor.
Losing had to crush her pride more than anything.
“Wh-why would you lick my feet? That makes me hate it even more.”
“Th-then what…!”
Hippolyte actually dipped her head like she’d do it, then lifted it. Luna hummed thoughtfully for a moment.
“Hmm. Fine, if I win again, you advertise my potions from now on.”
“P-potions? Potions, huh…”
Hippolyte hesitated briefly, then nodded as if agreeing.
“Deal. If that lets me avenge my loss!”
If it meant payback, she’d lick Luna’s soles right now. Though avenging honor after it’d already hit the dirt? Eh.
“One round, arm wrestling!”
“Got it. Samaritan, you witness this. Please.”
And so, on the flat platform of the guild ceiling that’d crashed down in pieces, a game of slave-or-king began.
They faced off tensely, gripping each other’s right hands tight—their serious expressions had sweat trickling down my back.
“Right, first to touch the other’s knuckles to the floor loses. Ready, set…”
Their hands clenched harder. Hippolyte’s solid biceps visibly tensed.
“Go!”
At my signal, the women’s power struggle kicked off. Honestly, I’d wondered if this would even be a contest.
Creeeak—.
What unfolded before my eyes was unbelievable. Hippolyte and Luna deadlocked, arms straining!
“Hraaah—!”
No—even Luna seemed slightly stronger! She was actually pushing Hippolyte back with raw force!
What the fuck is going on!?
Had Luna’s strength skyrocketed?
No, that didn’t fit. She’d grown fast lately, sure, but not enough to overpower Hippolyte.
Luna was level 11-ish; Hippolyte claimed over 40.
From this, it wasn’t Luna powering up—it was Hippolyte weakening. Why? It wasn’t night, no moonlight.
“I-I’m gonna win…!”
Luna shouted, starting to overpower Hippolyte’s hand.
“Tahaaah!”
Hippolyte’s knuckles tilted toward the floor under the onslaught. Panicking, she tsked “Tch—!” in frustration.
Then, a shocking change.
Smooth—thud.
Her left hand rose naturally from under the platform, barging into the match to shove back Luna’s attack! Both hands? Fuck, that’s cheating!
“Hippolyte, come on—even if it’s win or lose, isn’t this too much?”
“R-rules only say knuckles to floor! Winning’s all that matters!”
“F-fine, then me too!”
Luna slapped her other hand down, pinning Hippolyte’s wrist flat.
“Nuaaaah!”
“Wow! I beat Hippolyte again!”
Despite the dirty tricks, it was Hippolyte’s total defeat.
Luna hopped around like a rabbit in victory joy.
“I won!”
I was thrilled too, of course. Even worms squirm when stepped on—Luna was a scorpion. She didn’t just squirm; she stung!
“Wow, Luna, you won! How?!”
“Dunno!”
“Th-that… grrr…”
While Luna and I grabbed each other’s shoulders in glee, Hippolyte trembled uncontrollably, unable to stomach another loss despite her cheating.
Her already red skin flushed deeper—shame? Rage? Steam practically rose from her head.
“Beat a Silver Tier, so am I Silver now? Something like that!”
“Hngh, hngh…”
Some people cry when anger overwhelms them. Hippolyte seemed the type—her eyes welled up.
Chills ran down my spine at the sight; my smile faded.
“So happy! Now Hippolyte’ll advertise my potions too!”
But Luna couldn’t hide her joy, oblivious to the tears.
The world of competition is ruthless like that. Still, seeing the warrior woman’s face red-hot and ready to burst, I poked Luna’s side.
“H-hey, quit it.”
Pushing further felt like tempting fate. Luna, carefree, kept bouncing and teasing.
“Crying? I made Hippolyte cry! Hioooh!”
Her weird cheer finally broke Hippolyte, who clenched her fists, trembling.
Goosebumps exploded on my neck—bad vibes.
As I watched anxiously, Hippolyte spoke in a voice suppressing her emotions.
“I’ll use magic to make this never happened!”
Magic? Hippolyte does magic? Anyway, she bellowed nonsense, fist clenched.
“Memory erasure magic!”
Whooosh—!
Her punch swung with full force.
Luna yelped “Eek—!” and ducked nimbly.
Problem: Hippolyte’s iron-hard fist slammed right into my solar plexus behind her.
“Guhk…”
The sudden blow hurt so bad I couldn’t breathe—I crumpled forward.
* * *
I woke to an unfamiliar ceiling, walls, bed, blankets—all strange.
Thought I’d died, but the bandages and meds wrapping me said I’d clung to life again.
Seriously thought I was goner.
Memory erasure magic, huh. Terrifying physical-attribute spell.
...
Fuck.
Where was this? Clinic? No, more like a storeroom.
Cramped like Luna’s shack, full of armor, weapons everywhere. Heavy-weight barbells, dumbbells too.
Looked like a gym or training room’s equipment storage. Where the hell?
“Anyone here?”
I called out to check. No signs of life.
Rising—finally noticed I was near-naked, just bandages.
Who stripped me? Where’s my clothes, coin pouch?
Fuck, lost my precious pouch—more than my life? Had like 50 silver!
Blood froze; panic hit. I rummaged drawers desperately, body creaking.
Rustle, clack—.
Nothing mine. Just someone else’s—black women’s underwear.
Bra?
Fits over my face it’s so big.
Sniff—.
Curious, I smelled: clean laundry scent, plus a faint, cock-stiffening musk.
That aroma filled the whole room-like warehouse. Couldn’t calm down, somehow.
Where’ve I smelled this?
Lost in hazy memory, clank—the door opened; someone entered.
“You’re awake.”
“H-Hippolyte.”
“Was worried you’d never wake.”
Wrinkle—her brow furrowed. Her sharp eyes fixed on my crotch.
My dick stood proud, poking through the bandages.
Overwhelmed, she averted her gaze downward, muttering barely audible.
“…Rifling my underwear right after waking. You’re healthy, alright.”
“S-seems so.”