(Kaiser’s POV)
Two weeks had passed in a blink of an eye.
I’ve been in this world for around 2 months and a few days. But for so reason, it feels like I’ve been here longer than that.
I an, a lot had already changed in my life.
I’m a gladiator slave. I’ve fought and won four matches with my life on the line. I’m in a fantasy dieval world. I acquired a skill.
And I’ve also t different kinds of people...
’I’m already used to being in this world.’
I thought as I sat on my bed. It was night now and I had just finished training and taking my daily protein.
"Two months, huh..."
I’ve spent most of that ti training and fighting.
"It’s crazy to think about how just a couple of months ago, I was a normal office worker lazing around."
I mumbled.
Thinking back, I really did have a boring life back on Earth... Like all I did was go to work in the morning, go ho at night, then watch random stuff until I fell asleep.
’I guess I wasn’t really living my life back then, huh... I was just surviving.’
I thought to myself.
I was slowly hating life before, calling it bland and boring... But wasn’t I mostly the one responsible for making it like that?
I an, yeah—I couldn’t avoid working and stuff, I needed money to be able to live.
I even rembered the first paycheck that I got... I was so happy that I started spending it on whatever I wanted. It didn’t last a week, but hey—I was satisfied.
It continued like that for a few months until I decided to save up to buy my own place.
"Haha, I rember when I first got my apartnt room... I was so excited."
But maybe after that... That’s when my life started getting boring.
I tried to be financially responsible because I wasn’t really earning that much, just enough for and my stuff.
I tried dating too... Though none of it really worked out because of work.
I just moved on and continued with my life.
I would go to work, go back to my apartnt, and sleep every day.
I did that without fail.
It beca a cycle.
I... I beca too comfortable with that kind of life.
And because of that—I lost motivation and excitent.
Before I knew it... Life had beco dull to , and I beca stuck in a tasteless loop.
Until ultimately... I died.
"..."
I beca silent as I thought of my past while lying down on my hard-ass bed.
Then, I thought of what I did in this world for the past two months.
I fought here and there. I did whatever I wanted. I bashed the skulls of those who annoyed . And a lot more.
"Heh..."
A smile crept up on my face.
"My life here is exciting, huh."
I muttered.
"This ti, I’ll try not to make it boring."
Then I added.
I felt excitent when I trained. When I fought... When I won.
I beca happier as I grew stronger.
So if that’s the case...
"I’ll continue training. I’ll fight as much as I want... Then I’ll win."
I said.
But I know that after so ti, this will bore out as well... And so—
"In a year."
A year from now on...
"I’ll leave this place and explore the world."
I declared with a smile on my face before closing my eyes.
My life that should’ve already ended continued in a different body, in a different world—let’s just enjoy it until I perish.
*****
After waking up the next morning...
I did my usual morning stretching and light exercises. The air was a little colder than usual, and my body felt just a bit heavier—probably because of the intense routine I pushed myself through yesterday.
Still, I went through the motions like always.
Stretch... breathe... squat... twist...
And after I finished, instead of heading out of my room as usual—I just sat on my bed. My hands rested on my knees, and my eyes wandered to the Degula’s greatsword leaning against the wall across .
It’s now the 1st week and day of a new month, and my fight with Edmar will be in 2 days.
"..."
So I tried studying about him.
I’ve only watched him fight once. It was last week. He was up against so big guy that wielded a heavy hamr.
Edmar didn’t even flinch. He just dashed around that guy like a damn blur.
He uses dual swords. Twin blades. Light weapons.
He’s fast. And precise.
Deadly too.
He won his match without taking a single hit, and finished it in under half an hour. If I wasn’t paying attention, I might’ve missed the ending. That’s how clean and quick he was.
"He’s the worst opponent for ."
I muttered with an awkward smile, my gaze still locked on the greatsword.
A greatsword. Big. Heavy. Slow.
It demands full commitnt for every swing. One mistake, one missed opportunity—and I’d leave myself wide open.
My fighting style doesn’t match well against soone like Edmar.
He’s probably going to dance around and chip down until I can’t move anymore. He’s not like Viktor, who likes to brawl and trade hits.
’This is going to be tough...’
"Haaaaa..."
I sighed.
Even if I landed one clean hit, that might not be enough to stop him.
He’s fast enough to dodge.
Agile enough to strike back.
And skilled enough to make soone like look like a statue.
"..."
But I didn’t look away from my weapon.
Even so... I’m not backing down in this fight.
After all—
"I bet this is going to be exciting."
*****
After readying myself ntally and thinking of plans, I finally ca out of the room.
Creak—
Thud-
And there—I saw Rose, Jhamillah, Jenna, Damian, and Viktor already gathered around on our usual spot.
They were eating breakfast.
Rose was sipping her coffee while Jhamillah and Jenna talked about sothing that made them laugh. Damian had just finished eating, and Viktor... he looked like he already wanted to start training again.
"Yo."
I greeted them.
They looked at .
"Morning."
Rose said, smiling at .
"Good morning, Kaiser!"
Jhamillah followed with a cheerful smile.
"You’re late."
Jenna added.
"Morning, man."
Then Damian.
"Yo."
Viktor just waved at .
They all invited to join them, and without wasting ti, I headed straight to the gate where the food was handed out.
I received my portion—bread with a small slice of at inside and a cup of black coffee—before making my way back and sitting down with the group.
We talked for a bit.
Just casual stuff.
Nothing serious.
Jhamillah talked about one of the guards slipping and falling yesterday. Jenna teased Damian about snoring when he fell asleep outside his room because of exhaustion. Rose said Uban and the others were still acting calm. And Viktor just laughed at all of it.
I just listened, eating.
"..."
A smile crept up on my face.
’This morning is good as well.’
I thought.
And after finishing breakfast—
"Ready for another day?"
Viktor turned to and asked that with a grin.
I just shrugged my shoulders, then smiled and opened my mouth.
"I’m always ready."
" too!"
Damian chid in beside , smiling as well.
And with that—the three of us stood up and headed to the training ground.
...
...
...
At the training ground, we started with so light warm-ups—basic stretches, mobility drills, and a few laps around the periter. Then ca the intense part. We trained hard, pushing ourselves as usual.
Everyone focused on their own thing. Viktor and Damian split off to work on whatever personal routines they had, while I went straight to my usual circuit. I lifted weights until my muscles scread, then moved on to strength drills that targeted my core and shoulders—things I knew I needed if I wanted to swing a greatsword with real control. After that, I practiced my swings over and over again, keeping strict form, adjusting for speed, and refining my footwork with every movent.
The heat, the sweat, the aching muscles... It all beca familiar. But even through the pain, I could feel it—slow, steady improvents. I was moving cleaner, reacting faster, and recovering quicker. Bit by bit, my body was catching up to the weapon I chose to wield.
Amd after all this... I would spar against Viktor and Damian.
"You’re getting better at using that thing."
Viktor stated after fighting , pointing at my wooden greatsword. He won.
"Ugh... I still have long way to go."
Damian comnted while looking at . He lost.
This cycle repeated. Nonstop training. Then rest, protein, and more thoughts about how to get better.
And just like that—
...
...
..
Two days passed.
It was finally ti for my fifth match... against Edmar.
"..."
I’m currently sitting on my bed, it was still early morning.
"Fuuuuuuu..."
I let out a sigh.
"..."
I looked at the greatsword I got from Degula, then I looked at my hands.
I smiled a little and nodded my head.
Swoosh~
I stood up, and opening my mouth...
"Let’s win again this ti."
Fwip-
I muttered that as I took my greatsword.
Creak—
Thud-
Then I ca out of my room.
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