Disclaimer: I do not own the anime/manga "DBZ-DBS" or "Trapped in a Dating Sim: The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs", and the only thing I own is my "Oc" along with this alternate/parallel story that I made for fun for curious readers.
Reverse World
Chapter 3: That was too fast
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"Thinking"
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Our beloved protagonist ignored the jeers of the students who were witnessing his duel against the five high nobility guys.
"Do you really intend to fight without a suit of armor...?" said Angelica in a whisper with her gaze on the back of the boy who would fight for her.
A certain young girl with light brown hair approached Duke Vince Rapha Redgrave's daughter curiously.
"Who will fight without armor?" asked Olivia somewhat innocently for she knew nothing of her hero fighting without armor.
The blonde did not turn away at the question of a certain commoner.
"Furensō. He wants to fight without an armor against the prince and the other four," Angelica replied to a surprised Olivia who quickly changed her curious expression to a horrified one.
A certain young Saiyan formed a grimace the moment he heard the blue-green-eyed girl's scream of horror, but he continued to advance anyway until he was face to face with his opponent.
"Wow... You actually plan to fight without a suit of armor. I don't know if you're very brave or very stupid," Brad commented with a mocking tone as he saw that he would have an easy victory... too easy.
The young man with tousled black spiky hair formed an equally mocking smile.
"We'll see when I defeat you," DarkRock said as he clenched his right fist near his face.
The violet-haired marquis formed a small grimace at the adventurous commoner's comment, but managed to calm himself easily.
"Heh. Since you don't have armor I'll introduce you to mine: this was created by the famous craftsman Altenter. The spear was made with abundant tetrium and possesses great conductivity," explained Brad with total pride in his high quality armor.
The young man with eyes as dark as coal let out a long sigh.
"You know what? You talk a lot," DarkRock said with boredom as he cracked his neck a little. "Besides, only weaklings wear that awful color," he commented this time mockingly.
The marquis gritted his teeth in anger at the haughty attitude of this commoner.
"Your attitude gets on my nerves," Brad growled with his right eye twitching in a sort of nervous twitch. "Fine have it your way. Draw your weapon and stand on guard," he ordered when he put his armor on guard.
Our beloved protagonist formed an amused smile as he saw that he had provoked the narcissistic nobleman.
"Luxion. Give me the shovel," DarkRock said to himself as he looked to the side.
Almost instantly a black shovel materialized in the hands of the young Saiyajin in front of the large crowd of people in the coliseum, but their reaction was expected:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You can tell he's a peasant! A shovel! No more, no less!
The young man with tousled black spiky hair ignored the laughter and comments of the mob.
How pathetic. At least with a sword he would have died with a little more honor and not as a mere commoner (Jilk).
The young man with eyes as dark as coal rolled his eyes at the green-haired man's comments.
"Damn you! How long do you intend to mock!" demanded Brad very angrily as he used his armor to point at his opponent who looked almost like an ant with respect to the huge robot.
Our beloved protagonist only formed an amused smile as he saw that the violet-haired marquis was almost blinded by anger.
Challengers, state your names before the duel.
The young Saiyan put the bottom of the shovel on his right shoulder giving him an eye-catching look to those watching the battle to the death.
"Furensō."
The high-ranking noble formed a confident smile as he lowered his mechanical hand.
"Brad Fou Field."
The young man (17) known as 'Brad Fou Field' has a fair complexion and his height is 6' 1''. He has long hair tied at the end in a purple ponytail and eyes the same color as his hair. His attire consists of a combat suit so he can wear his armor, but he usually wears the standard male uniform of Holfort Academy.
Angelica and Olivia watched DarkRock with great concern because this was a fight to the death in which the latter was at an obvious disadvantage.
Marie along with the others watched the violet-haired marquis with seriousness, since there was something that did not fit Furensō's confidence because he should be scared and not the opposite... which was very disturbing.
And now... Begin!
When the referee said this; the first to attack was the noble of the high nobility who activated the four drones of his armor to attack his opponent.
"I'll finish you off with one blow! Die!" shouted Brad as he readied his spear to impale the arrogant bloody commoner.
The young man with tousled black spiky hair flawlessly dodged the big robot followed by those four spear-like drones powered with magic.
"Huh?" was the only thing that came out of Brad's mouth as he watched that damned adventurous commoner move at such an incredible speed that he saw absolutely nothing.
The young man with eyes as dark as coal formed an amused smile and then gave a small jump in the air where at the same time he used his shovel to deliver a contained blow of his Super Force in the center of the armor of his opponent, causing a loud roar in the place... In the end, the big robot fell face first to the ground, causing a slight tremor in the coliseum.
All those present were dumbfounded at the incredible feat of the commoner adventurer who was fighting without a suit of armor because everything that happened was impossible to happen.
"... Referee, I think he fainted," DarkRock commented with an anime-style bead of sweat because in his opinion it was too fast his first victory, as he thought it would at least last a minute.
The two robot referees were brought out of their states and immediately approached Brad's armor to check his condition.
"Maybe I should have held back my strength a little more..." muttered DarkRock to himself as he looked down at his hands holding the Kacchin steel shovel.
The artificial intelligence decided to give his opinion to his master's words.
"You are too strong for these humans, Master DarkRock... if you had hit him harder I'm sure you could have killed him. That noble never stood a chance against you," Luxion neutrally assured the Saiyan, who in response shrugged his shoulders without giving it much thought.
When the two referees finished checking the Marquis' armor they immediately gave the following news:
He is unconscious. The winner is Furensō!
The students who were spectating in the coliseum were speechless at what had happened.
"Well, I expected that already. They're not happy that a commoner without armor beat a nobleman," DarkRock said with an amused tone as he noticed the silence in the coliseum.
Although our beloved protagonist was surprised by the applause of the professor lecturing about the tea party and almost a few seconds later he was joined by Olivia, Angelica along with their friends Daniel and Raymond.
"I didn't expect that..." whispered DarkRock with a small smile, while at the same time waving to the only people who were supporting him despite being in the minority.
Suddenly the students came out of their stupefied state and started talking about what had happened:
What the hell was that? It was so fast I didn't see anything! What happened? That peasant must have cheated! Yes, it's impossible for a simple unarmored commoner to beat a noble!
Marie clenched her fists in fury when she saw that Brad had lost to that peasant who only fought hand to hand... she felt that something was very wrong with that guy.
Meanwhile, Angelica just like all the students in the coliseum had been speechless at DarkRock's feat.
"Wow... Furensō is amazing and very strong, he won right away. He's great, isn't he?" said Olivia to Duke Vince Rapha Redgrave's daughter Rapha Redgrave.
The blonde was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard herself being spoken to.
"Yes..." Angelica agreed with the scholarship girl's words. "What was it that happened... It was impossible for Furensō to win even with armor... Brad's armor is special for this kind of battle, but it was useless against him," she thought with much interest as she recalled the short 'battle', if that could be called that way.
The young Saiyan watched with boredom as the violet-haired marquis's non-functioning armor was taken along with the latter to the infirmary, but at the same time he also began to listen again to the comments of the onlookers:
Dear Brad... That damn brute knocked him unconscious... Don't worry, the next one will beat that arrogant commoner... Yeah, I hope so... I bet all my fortune on the princes...
Suddenly Duke Vince Rapha Redgrave's daughter Redgrave began to laugh, but not in derision, quite the opposite.
"What is it, Miss Angelica?" asked Olivia with a curious expression.
The crimson-eyed young woman brushed away a tear of mirth with her right hand.
"How could I not laugh at the sight of this?" said Angelica between giggles she could barely contain. "Furensō beat a noble without having armor to face him. This will remain in the History books!" she exclaimed very amused and it was really true, DarkRock would remain in the books for all eternity as the man who defeated a noble with a shovel and without having armor to protect himself.
The young girl with light brown hair thought about it for a few seconds and then nodded her head.
"Yes! He's right!" replied Olivia aloud as she realized the duke's daughter's words.
The blonde shared the enthusiasm of the young woman with blue-green eyes.
"But, why did he take my side being so strong and swift? ... Even he must know that, if he opposes Her Majesty, he will be finished," thought Angelica very intrigued and with her gaze on the broad muscular back of the young man who fought for her.
While this was happening, the prince and his entourage were shocked to see that their friend and companion had lost so easily to the commoner adventurer... For the first time in years they felt a feeling foreign to them, concern and even some fear.
"Furensō... So it was true that you could fight without an armor," Julius said with a worried expression.
The green-haired viscount had a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead in a sign that he was just as nervous as the prince.
"We're going to have to be careful with this peasant... He's dangerous," Jilk commented with his gaze still on the center of the coliseum where his opponent was standing.
The red-haired count gritted his teeth in anger as he saw his pride as a noble being trampled by a filthy peasant.
"I'll go now. I'll see to putting that commoner in his place."
Both Julius and Jilk watched in silence as their friend left, who immediately climbed into his armor and began to make his way to the center of the coliseum where his opponent awaited him.
"Brad was always a wimp. I'll make mincemeat out of that damn arrogant commoner..." muttered Greg with his eyes fixed on Furensō with the intention of accomplishing his goal.
The young man with tousled black spiky hair watched with boredom the arrival of the second rich guy he would kick his ass.
Let's go to the second round! (Referee)
The charcoal-dark-eyed youth ignored the cries in favor of the crimson-eyed count.
"Furensō."
The count of high nobility with his gaze fixed on his enemy said the following:
"Greg Fou Seberg."
The young man (17) known as 'Greg Fou Seberg' has a fair complexion and his height is 6' 1''. He has short red hair and eyes the same color as his hair. His attire consists of a combat suit so that he can wear his armor, but he usually wears the standard male uniform of Holfort Academy.
The artificial intelligence decided to give feedback for the first time to its boss.
"Various frontal modifications detected. You can tell you have a lot of experience in armor battles... But just like the other one they don't stand a chance against you, master DarkRock", stated Luxion because it was more than obvious that the superhuman strength of his boss would mash this noble and the others would have a similar fate.
Our beloved protagonist nodded his head at the information of his companion who was helping him in a roundabout way.
"I know," DarkRock said with a small amused smile because he's going to like to ridicule this particular nobleman.
The red-haired count narrowed his eyes on the haughty commoner adventurer because he saw the latter's smile.
"Furensō. You didn't beat Brad with your own strength, but cheated with some dirty magic trick to give you strength and speed in a short time," Greg accused with his robotic hand outstretched and pointing at the peasant, who was too calm for his displeasure and anger.
The young Saiyan rolled his eyes at the high nobility count's words.
"Don't use any tricks, and it doesn't take me to squash you like a worm either," DarkRock said with a smirk as he saw that the nobleman's temper was about to snap.
The crimson-eyed count gritted his teeth, furious at the audacity of this peasant who already thought he had a lot for having defeated Brad.
"I will crush you and wipe that disgusting grin off his face," Greg vowed to himself with a dark smile on his lips as he imagined the cries of pain from a certain adventurous commoner.
The young man with tousled black spiky hair tightened his grip on his weapon slightly.
Challengers... Get started!
The red-haired count was the first to react and leapt at his opponent with his three-pronged spear where he began to deal out a barrage of attacks.
"Take that, what's the matter, is that all you've got!" exclaimed Greg viciously, as he continued to attack the haughty commoner adventurer with all his might and at a great speed.
The coal-dark-eyed young man smoothly blocked all of his opponent's attacks with his shovel.
"You're a little better than the other guy, but... You're just as weak to me!" growled DarkRock angrily as he used his Kacchin steel shovel to deliver a series of blunt blows to the proud nobleman's armor.
The crimson-eyed count couldn't even defend himself from the attacks of the cursed peasant that slowly began to take its toll on his armor.
"Impossible..." muttered Greg unable to believe the beating he was being given by a miserable commoner with a strange magic that made him very strong and fast... He didn't understand what was going on and that frustrated him a lot.
Our beloved protagonist got tired of using the armor of the proud nobleman as a punching bag, so he decided to give an accurate and definitive blow with his shovel; which sent the robot flying against a nearby wall, luckily he didn't hit it because otherwise it would have been a disaster with the students who were in that part of the coliseum.
"Shit..." whispered Greg with a grimace of pain as he felt his whole body very bruised by the blow of a certain commoner along with the strong impact that made his armor on the floor.
The young Saiyan didn't stay still as he temporarily stowed his shovel on his back which stuck like a magnet to his armor, and followed up by starting to run towards his prey at a great speed.
"Hello!" greeted DarkRock with a strange smile when he was in front of the armor of the high nobility count. "Gotcha!" exclaimed he as he tightly grabbed the right arm of the big robot.
The red-haired count tried to defend himself against the peasant, but his armor no longer responded as he would have liked.
"Get off me, you fucker!" demanded Greg with his right eye closed because he had a cut on his forehead that caused blood to drip down his face.
The young man with tousled black spiky hair this one put his right foot on the armor joint.
"Like I'm going to listen to you, you idiot," DarkRock said with a mocking tone as with a single jerk he completely ripped the arm off the large robot of the superb count.
Olivia covered her eyes with her hands at the brutal scene happening in the coliseum arena.
"Relax, that doesn't affect the pilot," Angelica commented to the scholarship girl, but she wasn't too sure because she witnessed that those Furensō attacks were brutal and she wondered if Greg would be conscious still inside the machine.
The young man with eyes as dark as coal watched the piece of metal in her hands, but got bored and ended up throwing it behind him where it made a dull thud when it hit the ground.
"Now your right leg," DarkRock said with the same level of amusement as always as he moved to a certain spot.
The crimson-eyed count watched angrily as the peasant mangled his prized armor.
"You wretched peasant! Do you enjoy tormenting me? You're only beating me because you're cheating!" shouted Greg with much frustration because he couldn't do anything to crush the filthy cheat.
Our beloved protagonist was already getting tired of the count's comments.
"Stop complaining and accept defeat!" said DarkRock loudly as he ripped off the leg of the big robot and followed by throwing it like a piece of trash behind him.
The red-haired count formed a grimace as he saw that his armor was no longer good for further battle, so he pressed a button and the chest of the big robot opened up.
"Damn! Damn! Damn you, peasant!" growled Greg very angrily as he stepped out of his armor. "I won't lose! I'll fight to the death, even if it's melee!" he exclaimed, while at the same time grabbing a metal pipe from the parts of his armor as a weapon.
The young Saiyan who was already back in the center of the coliseum area again (magic xd) let a sigh escape his lips at the shouts and insults of the high royalty guy.
"Fine. If that's what you want... Come," DarkRock invited in a mocking manner as he waved the index finger of his left hand.
The crimson-eyed count tightened his grip on the metal pipe and with a war cry charged at the arrogant adventuring commoner, where once he was within reach he began to deliver a series of blows with the melee weapon.
"Damn you! Die! DIE!" shouted Greg with bloodshot eyes as he saw that he missed even one of his attacks.
The black-haired young man was dodging the attempts of the high royalty guy with no problems, until he reached a point where he got bored and decided to end this pointless fight for him.
"I got bored of this... Goodbye," DarkRock said as he used his left hand to deliver an accurate blow to the count's neck, which left him rolling his eyes.
The coal-dark-eyed young man caught the red-haired rich man just in time to prevent him from falling to the ground and hurting himself even more than he already was.
The winner is Furensō!
Our beloved protagonist threw the unconscious body to the referee closest to his position to be taken to the infirmary.
No way... Greg also lost...
Both Angelica and a certain woodcock girl watched in amazement at the commoner adventurer's second victory.
"Wow... Furensō won again," Olivia commented with a happy smile.
The blonde nodded her head just as surprised as the light brown-haired girl.
"Yeah... He really is amazing." Angelica agreed.
Marie gritted her teeth in frustration at the second victory of that damned meddling second wheel...her plans were in grave jeopardy.
Third round!
The young Saiyan looked boredly at the large robot of the third rich man he would face, Count Chris Fia Arclight.
The young man (17) known as 'Chris Fia Arclight' has a fair complexion and his height is 6' 1''. He has semi-short light blue hair and eyes the same color as his hair. His attire consists of a combat suit so he can wear his armor, but he usually wears the standard male uniform of Holfort Academy.
"Furensō, unlike the others I won't slack off. I will attack you with everything from the start," Chris promised with absolute seriousness.
The young man with tousled black spiky hair raised his left eyebrow at the words.
"Really? Then so will I," DarkRock said with a small smile as he grabbed the Kacchin steel shovel from his back.
The young nobleman analyzed in his head a viable strategy to confront the monster in front of him.
"I hope you're serious," commented Chris with the same seriousness, while at the same time adjusting his glasses in an elegant way. "This is going to be difficult..." he thought with a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead, a clear sign of his nervousness and discomfort.
The young man with eyes as dark as coal nodded his head to confirm to his opponent that he would go all out... Well, just a little.
Challengers... Get started!
Once again, the first to attack was the blue-haired count who quickly charged with his big robot.
"You're just as slow as the others," said DarkRock with a bored and somewhat disappointed expression as he dodged the onslaught of his enemy.
The young man of the high nobility gritted his teeth at the arrogant peasant's words.
"Furensō!" exclaimed Chris very angrily, so that he then brought down his sword with all his might to cleave his enemy in two.
The young Saiyan saw an opening in the attack of the third rich man, so using his kacchin steel shovel in hand he hit his opponent's sword with some force... although he didn't expect to break only the sword but also to tear off the big robot's arms.
"...Why, why did I lose?" muttered Chris as he fell to his knees in his armor with no chance to continue fighting. "Yes I tried harder than anyone else!" he cried out with crystal clear eyes on the verge of tears because for a moment he visualized Marie's happy expression.
The young man with tousled black spiky hair shrugged his shoulders at the nobleman's words.
"Maybe you didn't try hard enough," DarkRock replied as he readied his paddle to deliver the final blow to win this third round.
Those simple words hit the blue-haired count hard, but he couldn't say anything because before falling unconscious the last thing he saw was a black-colored shovel crashing against the cockpit of his armor.
Hey... Chris too? ... No way! ... I bet my fortune on them! ... This can't be happening!
Both the prince and the green-haired viscount were shocked by the third fallen in the battle to 'death'.
"This is going bad... Even if I lose and die, I must protect His Majesty," Jilk said with his fists clenched with different emotions varying from fear to anger. "No matter what methods I must use," thought he with a frustrated, but very determined expression.
When Chris was taken away along with his armor, a certain viscount approached with armor the same color as his hair.
"You are very strong. My respects," complimented Jilk sincerely, but very attentive and focused on his battle.
The young man with eyes as dark as coal was taken aback at the first sincere comment from these annoying nobles, especially this viscount named Jilk Fia Marmoria.
The young man (17) known as 'Jilk Fia Marmoria' has a fair complexion and his height is 6' 1''. He has long hair to the middle of his back of forest green color and eyes of the same color as his hair. His clothing consists of a combat suit so he can wear his armor, but he usually wears the standard male uniform of the Holfort Academy.
"Well... Thanks, I guess," DarkRock said without giving it much thought showing it by shrugging his shoulders.
The green-haired viscount smiled confidently inside his armor because he had already put together a strategy in his mind to defeat his enemy.
Fourth round! Challengers... Begin!
Again, the first to react was the member of the crown prince's entourage who jumped back and then threw something large at the feet of the peasant that almost exploded like a bomb.
"... A smokescreen?" deduced DarkRock somewhat puzzled at the strategy of the fourth rich man he was to defeat.
The green-eyed viscount used a spell on his armor to levitate until he reached about twenty or thirty meters above the coliseum.
"Your life ended the moment you defied His Majesty... I know you are strong, resilient and fast, but you are not invincible... At least I will give you a dignified end," said Jilk to himself as he aimed his magic rifle and then charged with all his power with the intention of wiping his enemy from the face of the planet.
When the shot hit its target there was a huge explosion that shook the whole place and undoubtedly scared more than one, especially Olivia, Angelica and Furensō's friends.
"Damn... Did I hit it? I think using that smoke made my aim a little difficult..." muttered Jilk with a grimace at that rash choice on his part, but he was confident that the explosion would vaporize that superb peasant from the coliseum arena.
Once the smoke dissipated everyone in the coliseum was in total shock to see that the commoner adventurer was without a scratch on his body, save for a bit of soot on his face... which seemed a bit comical from a certain point of view.
"What!" exclaimed Jilk with eyes wide as saucers at the sight of his unharmed opponent. "Th-That magic bullet had the power to pierce through thick armor with ease. Besides, I put all my magical power into it... And it didn't do anything to him..." he whispered in great fear of the monster he was facing and which he had no chance of defeating.
Our beloved protagonist brushed the dust and soot off his body in a dramatic fashion in front of onlookers who watched him with a mixture of emotions; fear, surprise, anger, disbelief and even amazement.
"That was a good attack... At least for someone like you," DarkRock admitted once he finished cleaning the armor the talking ball had done to him. "My turn," he said and then disappeared from sight in a blur of speed that left everyone blinking and not understanding what was going on.
The green-haired viscount got into a defensive position to try to fend off an attack from his opponent, but he never expected the following from his enemy.
"Hey!" greeted DarkRock with an amused tone from his position.
The young man of the high nobility watched in shock as the peasant was above him... FLYING?!
"W-What? H-How-"
Jilk did not get to finish his words because he was cut short by a forceful blow of the black shovel of the commoner adventurer on the head of his robot, this caused it to be sent crashing hard in the middle of the arena of the coliseum, causing a tremor in the place and raising a lot of dust.
"Four defeated. Only the big fish is left", said DarkRock with amusement when he saw that he was the center of attention of all those present, who watched him dumbfounded.
The green-eyed viscount was still conscious inside his armor, but not for long.
"Y-Your Majesty... this guy is very dangerous... you must not... confront him..." Jilk muttered only to be claimed by the darkness.
Everyone in the coliseum watched in awe and fear as the commoner adventurer floated forty meters above the ground.
"Jilk..." muttered Julius the name of his friend and adopted brother with clenched fists.
Marie in her mind cursed this cursed peasant with unknown powers for ruining her plans with his intervention... her only hope was the crown prince to the throne, but with everything she had seen she didn't have much illusions that the latter could win.
"Are you all right? The four of you lost easily without being able to do anything," Kyle commented with a strange tone that one could mistake it for mockery.
Viscount Fou Lafan's daughter rolled her eyes at her servant's words.
"Marie. Don't worry. My armor was made with the best technology in the kingdom, I will win," Julius assured her with a charming smile because no matter how strong and resilient his opponent was he would not let himself win easily.
Marie said a 'Yes!' with a happy smile, but inside she wasn't so hopeful after seeing what that damned commoner adventurer was capable of.
"Okay, I'm leaving now," Julius warned with a smile as he turned around and immediately started walking in the direction of his armor.
Viscount Fou Lafan's daughter watched the prince's departure with a grimace.
"Yes, I'll be praying for your victory," Marie commented with a crooked smile. "I'm exhausted... it's so hard to imitate the innocent fool of a leading lady," she thought to herself with a depressive aura as she saw that things didn't go as she had hoped.
The young Saiyan watched silently as the armor of his latest opponent approached his position.
Prince! Good luck! Shoot that cheating peasant!
The young man with tousled black spiky hair watched in amazement as the crowd once again began to cheer for his latest opponent, the crown prince of the Kingdom of Holfort. Had they not seen what he was capable of or were they just idiots?
"Wow... Apparently they're still in the mood to cheer after what happened to the other four," DarkRock commented with mild interest from the hostile crowd, but put this aside when he saw Julius approaching their position.
The young man with eyes as dark as coal had to admit that the armor of the heir to the throne had a style that caught his attention a bit.
"Honestly, I didn't think it would come my turn to fight. Though after seeing all that you're capable of... You have my respects for all your effort." The prince congratulated his enemy with complete sincerity.
Our beloved protagonist nodded his head at the words of the big shot, Julius Rapha Holfort.
The young man (17) known as 'Julius Rapha Holfort' has a fair complexion and his height is 6' 1''. He has semi-short dark blue hair and eyes of the same color as his hair. His clothing consists of a combat suit so he can wear his armor, but he usually wears the standard male uniform of the Holfort Academy.
"Thank you. Now you're next," DarkRock said with an amused smile as he clenched his right fist tightly in the nobleman's direction... from another point of view it looked like he wanted to squeeze him like a worm.
For some reason, the blue-haired prince swallowed saliva at the commoner's words and his body language that gave him chills.
End of Chapter Three
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