As a Slave Living the Dogshit Lucky Supreme Life, I Crush Even the Strongest Foes – A Slave's Battle for His Master!
"Hey, where'd you run off to, my slave?"
"Why the hell am I your slave, you old hag?"
"Hehe... What kind of mouth is that on you toward your master?"
"Quit pretending to be Sylvia already. Ifrit."
It wasn't Sylvia... It was Ifrit, laughing seductively. She seemed to realize her mimicry of Sylvia's speech had been seen through completely, so she dropped the act.
"Hmph. A weak little boy like you shook off my magic? Must've found it even more alluring?"
"So that's why my head felt so foggy the whole time—you were messing with me?"
"All three of you were under it. But you, the weakest one, got hit the hardest."
Kehkeh. It's been ages since I've met someone who counts me as a number in their arsenal. But you're still the enemy.
"Even smart Sylvia charging in recklessly—was that your doing too?"
"Hehe... I gave the girl a little nudge. She must've obsessively thought she had to fight and win to keep you from being stolen, convinced I was really her."
"You bitch! At least you know you're doing something evil!"
"Who knows~? Isn't reacting this seriously to a little prank a bit much?"
"A prank? Have you lived so long you've gone senile?"
"Come on, boy, pretty up your words a bit. Anyway, how'd you break my magic all by yourself? Impressive kid."
"...Old hag. I won't even bother asking why you did this. Probably been a lonely old virgin so long, fingering yourself silly until you saw me and lost your mind. So great you had to peep on me and—"
Include me too, Dark Bringer, without fail.
"—me, Sylvia, and Dark Bringer from afar. Right?"
Ifrit giggled in affirmation.
"Amazing! How'd you know~? You've got a real knack, kid."
All my baseless smears... confirmed. My gut was spot-on from the start... No more doubting my Dog-Lucky Supreme Life luck...!
Out of respect, I corrected Ifrit's mistake with a shout.
"It's not a 'knack'! You clueless old cunt!"
"Oh? Then what is it?"
"Dog-Lucky Supreme Life!"
"...?"
"I'm Jin Yuseong, Sylvia's one-and-only slave born under the Dog-Lucky Supreme Life!! No way my straight-shot fantasy sex life gets derailed!!!"
"S-so...?"
For a split second, my sheer bullshit overwhelmed even this Ifrit. So yeah, I can win. I have to win. I will win. Then I'll bring Sylvia back. Curse? Fuck the curse. Shatter it with raw power sex. Memories? We'll recover 'em slow. Coming here begging help from a fake master nearly cost me body and soul. Creepy as hell! No more asking strangers for favors. Hate this crap!
I aimed the keenly sharpened Dark Bringer at Ifrit. Time to ask what I'd been scared to: my master's fate after falling off the cliff.
"What happened to Sylvia?"
If this bitch claims the whole area as her turf, she'll know.
"That girl? She's not dead. Just a little hurt."
"A little?"
You fucking liar calling that a little?
"I saw it all, and you call that a little?"
"I toyed with her at her level. Went easy so she wouldn't get hurt bad?"
Rage boiled over.
"Easy... I could use some easy too—easy killing you!!"
Whoosh!!
Ifrit effortlessly dodged my swift ambush.
...Swift by my standards, anyway. Did I even get stronger?
Boy! Recall how to wield the sword. Use the 'power' granted to you!!
'Right! Let's do as she says.'
I focused on my sword grip. What I desired flowed into me: my body toughened, sword techniques etched into my mind.
'Guh...!! Fucking hurts, shit!'
Pathetic mana flooded my body like a tidal wave. Enduring the bursting sensation, I took it all in. Power that amps you instantly ain't free lunch. Not permanent, so repeating this hell every time? Better skip it. No pain, no fight's ideal. But right now, without this, I can't topple someone stronger than Sylvia!
Opponent: a monster old virgin who peeps with clairvoyance, reads memories, mind-controls, casts killer magic, shapeshifts. Wild guess, but dead accurate. My dumb life's guardian: Dog-Lucky Supreme intuition. Never ignoring it again!
My arsenal's plenty: fate-linked Sylvia's Dog-Lucky Supreme luck intuition, plus Dark Bringer's true power conversion! Still, no guarantees. My gut wavers there. But I gotta push past. Pathetic me, just standing frozen watching Sylvia collapse... To move forward!!
Whipping my heart, I barely contained the surging power.
Bang!!
Handling mana like limbs, I charged Ifrit.
"Wha...!"
Fake Sylvia—Ifrit—eyes widened at my transformed speed. Mana-boosted body unhesitating, I slashed.
A beat-late dodge; Dark Bringer's edge grazed her.
Slash!
Ifrit's split-second delay let my strike land.
"Hehe! You actually cut me...! So thrilling, kid...!"
"Dodged and still bitching!"
She looked shocked but amused. Sylvia never drew a drop of blood, but I did—ambush or not.
'I've got a shot!'
"Haa... I mimicked your master so perfectly—how? Did I slip up?"
"Nah. Perfectly beautiful, just like my real master."
"Right~? So how'd you cut me?"
"That's...... Not telling!!!"
Boom!!!
Crackle!!
Sparks flew as she blitzed like lightning. I kept up, hammering strikes. Borrowed swordplay slithered viper-like toward her. She barely evaded. Dancing, playing—like she laughed gleefully.
"Hehehe!"
Even in Sylvia's skin, no hesitation in my strikes. I craved only power to crush Ifrit. Never cut anyone before, but her face being Sylvia's? Doesn't matter. Right now, I'm this world's sole counter to Ifrit!
"If you're gonna bitch, split and die!"
Halve and die! Quarters. Eighths! Sixteenths!! Wielding alien techniques fluidly, I chained slashes to cover the space. Shame: just the graze, nothing more.
"Quick for an old hag!!"
"Hehehe? Gonna keep the rude talk? My turn to attack~"
Crackle!!
Sylvia's magic fired. I mana-wrapped Dark Bringer, cleaving it.
"Whoa. A guy's this strong? I like you!"
"Fuck off."
"Hehe. No dick on me? Lend me yours?"
"Fuck. Off!"
Crackle! Slash!
Cold facts: odds low. Ifrit shapeshifted to Sylvia, using only her skills—no true power shown. And I'm just matching her.
"Why not make me your new master? Hehe, I can shift to any form you want?"
"Only want the real Sylvia!"
Ifrit smirked seductively, pushing up Sylvia's breasts, striking sexy poses. I ignored, focusing on my blade. Dark Bringer's power can't end here. My combat power's still short. What I imprinted: power solely for Ifrit!
'Can't even cut weeds? Fine! Overwhelm in Ifrit fights! More!'
Thought alone, I pressed Dark Bringer.
Don't expect too much, boy...!!
Her eye glowed, reacting to my wish, granting stronger power. Effect tunes to my perceived Ifrit strength and conditions.
'Going again!'
Even faster.
Thud!
Body like a cannonball. Slash!! My swings sharper, quicker. Ifrit took a big gash, unable to dodge.
"Guh...! Can't keep this up?"
Her hair settled, forehead horn crumbled to light. Sparks turned to flames; Sylvia's form burned away. From the blaze emerged primal fire spirit Ifrit—ancient ruler of this volcanic zone.
"Fuck.... Way stronger than I thought."
Pre-power, couldn't gauge her might. Now I could: gap clear. Fight ain't pure mana, but hers dwarfs mine by levels. Still, can't back down like a whipped dog just 'cause she's stronger.
Wasting mana like water for speed. Dark Bringer chains faster than before.
Roar!
Imprint-maxed sure-kill sliced empty flames—afterimage.
"Hehehehe. Sword-swinging boys are so lovable."
'Shit! She's toying!'
Boom...!!
Kicked off, supersonic rush, strike. Airburst lagged. Ifrit let attacks land, no counter—just play. Infuriating.
'This power's not enough to fell her, let alone take her serious...!'
Confidence as her "nemesis" shook. Recalled unspent conditions. Thought of Sylvia's fight. She burned her life protecting me. Can I? Answer: yes.
One choice. Imprint again!
—[Engrave: Imprint]!!
Power solely to crush Ifrit. If I win, my life doesn't matter... Leave enough to tend Sylvia after!
But... enough life to bridge the gap? Dark Bringer filled my doubt.
Boy! Rage! Pour your fury at the enemy into this battle!!
I got it.
'Fury at Ifrit...'
Imprint set. No looking back. Burning life and Ifrit-directed emotions, I drew denser power.
Shudder!
'Gah...! Now it really feels like a demon sword...'
Filling might shook me once, draining life twice. Unbearable agony—teeth gritted.
'Think of Sylvia...!'
Endured dizzying pain. Gripped sword tight. Time to repay her devotion, love, wounds, blood.
'This pain's nothing...!'
Suppressed senses in a flash, charged.
Boom!!!
Mana pouring from every pore, I overwhelmed Ifrit.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
"Faster again!?"
Closed the gap instantly; she couldn't react, taking lethal hits.
Splatter!
"Hiiik...!?"
"......."
Gush!Splatter!
"How's a boy...!"
"...!"
Splatter!!
"No... way...!"
"...!!"
Slashes tore air, shredding her flame body.
'This time for sure...!!'
Her not fighting seriously bugged me, but I couldn't hold back.
"Huu... Just a little fun.... Lend you for a day...."
"Grrk...!"
Splaaatter!!
Suppressing throat-blood, final swing at battered Ifrit. That ended it.
Flames collapsed emptily.
Whoosh...
"Hah... Hahh..."
Blaze surged, fog lifting from the mountain. Surveying the clear view, exhaustion hit—I slumped.
'Feels like I'm gonna die...!'
Her going easy 'cause I'm a guy let me win one-sidedly. Full fight? No chance.
"H-hey... eye... I won."
[....]
Trembling hands gripped Dark Bringer—no reply, like she'd fainted. Eye still twinkled, so ability fine. Reset imprint for basic body boost, headed to cliff. Only thought: confirm Sylvia's safe with my own eyes.
Then a voice from behind.
"Eekoo... Cheater, seriously!"
Whirled—red-haired kid.
"What're you!? Ifrit again!?"
"Hoeng!? How'd you know? I'm Ifrit! Lost to a boy... Shock!!"
No way. Beat her and she revives instant?
Roar!
Mana-less swing passed through. Human till touched—then flame. No mass.
"So mean!! Using tricks. I no stay. Just pranked for fun, but you overdid!!"
"Pisses me off... If that's a prank, wanna prank you back?"
Two-handed overhead smash pose—Ifrit freaked, hands clasped pleading.
"Forgive meee!!! I was too harsh!!"
"...Old hag sane?"
"Too much! Look how sorry I am!!"
Steamed off, loosened grip. Won but didn't feel it. Shredded her, yet revives—can I win more?
"Lost? Then scram. Pranking someone begging help? You're worse."
"Can't...!!! You heal quick, takes me forever...!!"
"Not faking cute, granny?"
"Not granny!!!"
Life-burn aftermath? Worst fatigue ever. Better than thought, though. Won't die tomorrow? Hot springs heal? Imagined kids with Sylvia...
Imprinted away Ifrit-rage too—oddly calm. Made facing her meh.
"Your master's down there, so go! Sorry again!!"
"Lie about 'just a little hurt' and see."
"True! Believe!!"
So one smack sufficed? I overreacted solo...? Nah. Why'd Sylvia fight bloodied!?
Anyway, no more tricks from Ifrit. Followed toddling kid-Ifrit.