The Absolute Godspeed of Infinite Worlds

"Huh? Why doesn't it hurt?"

The lackey holding the crossbow instinctively closed his eyes, only to open them again in confusion after a while. He still felt no pain.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Several more gunshots rang out.

This time, the crossbow lackey didn't even have time to close his eyes before the gunfire startled him again.

But then he suddenly realized that there was no need to close his eyes.

Because none of the bullets Eiji fired hit him. They all missed, completely lacking any lethal force, with an impressively poor accuracy rate.

Meanwhile, the lackey on the ground, clutching his chest, looked equally confused as he tried to get up.

It was just... weird.

He had clearly been shot point-blank in the chest, instinctively screamed, and collapsed to the ground. Yet, incredibly, his chest didn't hurt at all.

Even though Noble Arts in their illusionary form have zero destructive power against the physical body, the pain should still be there.

And the sound of the gunshot that hit his chest didn't seem quite right either... it had a bit of a misfire vibe to it.

Eiji lifted his foot and gently placed it on the lackey's chest.

The lackey's face twisted in anger, but he quickly came to terms with reality and obediently lay still on the ground.

"Be grateful. I'm a merciful person, and even my gun has become merciful, which is why it didn't hit you!"

That's my gun.

The lackey on the ground silently thought to himself.

Also, your aim is just terrible. Stop trying to make yourself sound noble by calling it a "merciful gun."

Of course, he didn't dare say this out loud, fearing another kick.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Eiji glanced at the lackey under his foot and the tall and burly classmate, then turned his sharp gaze toward the crossbow-wielding lackey standing not far away.

Thud!

Without hesitation, the lackey threw his crossbow to the ground and raised his hands high above his head in a gesture of surrender.

Laughable.

Two of their three-man team had been taken down in an instant. There was no way he could win alone. It was better to just surrender now and avoid any further pain.

"Good."

Eiji nodded, then retracted his Bling Blade back into his body.

Noble Arts are essentially ultra-dense mana crystals, incredibly hard, and can withstand even a direct hit from a tank without damage. They can also appear and disappear at the will of the Blazer, making them extremely convenient.

"I've recorded everything you just said, including your slander about me being a playboy and your decision to attack me first. If I report this to the Director, you'll at least get suspended. You understand that, right?"

Eiji pulled out his student handbook and opened the recording interface.

In reality, Eiji hadn't recorded the part about being slandered as a playboy because he arrived a bit late. But the three of them didn't know that and assumed Eiji had recorded the entire incident, their faces filled with panic.

Student knights are not allowed to summon their Noble Arts casually.

Unless they have permission from a teacher or are in a designated area like a training ground, any student knight who summons their Noble Arts without authorization will face disciplinary action from the school.

Depending on the severity of the offense, the lightest punishment is suspension, and in more serious cases, they could even be expelled.

Not only that, but their unauthorized summoning of Noble Arts would be recorded in their files and registered with the International Mage-Knight League, becoming a lifelong stain.

"If you understand the seriousness of this, don't bother me again in the future. Otherwise, I'll leak this recording, and you know what will happen. I don't need to emphasize it further."

Seeing the three of them visibly cower, Eiji nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way, do you have any money on you?"

"Y-Yes, a little..."

"Good."

Eiji grinned, his face lighting up with a bright smile.

"Hehehe, justifiable self-defense! Hand over all your money!"

The three of them: "..."

Who's the bad guy here, us or you?

The three didn't dare resist and quickly pooled their money together, handing it over to Eiji.

"Oh, by the way, what was the name of that novel you were reading earlier?"

Eiji pocketed the still-warm 20,000 yen, then suddenly remembered something and asked the tall and burly classmate with a serious expression.

"Battle Through the Heavens."

"..."

"Uh... is there a problem?"

"No, of course not!"

Eiji shook his head solemnly, his face full of admiration.

"Just from the title, I can tell it's a very interesting novel. I wonder what kind of author could write such a great book. It must be someone with excellent taste! In this chaotic era, works like this that can instantly calm the noise in one's heart are rare. You should cherish it!"

But it's already been abandoned.

And didn't you just call it a third-rate novel by a failed author? Why the sudden change of heart?

Before the tall and burly classmate could say this, Eiji had already turned and walked away.

***

"What the hell!"

Eiji let out an exclamation of surprise in his native language.

He truly hadn't expected that the low-effort fantasy novel he had translated and brought over to make money, only for it to flop, would still be remembered by someone to this day. And that person had even gotten so immersed in it.

Thinking about it carefully, he had indeed added many famous scenes like "You came," "You shouldn't have come," and "But I still came" to that translated novel. Elements like "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—don't bully the young for being poor" were also plentiful. No wonder the lines felt vaguely familiar earlier.

He felt a bit moved.

Next time, I'll rob him a little less... no, I mean, I'll engage in justifiable self-defense against him a little less.

Eiji pinched the freshly acquired 20,000 yen, his face beaming with joy.

To be honest, he had been short on money for a whole week. Although he had collaborated with Kagami to take a lot of model photos for her to sell, it would take some time for those photos to sell. Having some emergency cash was great.

"However, the representative selection battles are about to start, right?"

Eiji walked out of the forest path and returned to the school building area, his face quickly falling.

The selection battles require preparation, so they officially start in the second week of the semester, which is three days from now. The matchups are completely random, with the executive committee randomly selecting the opponents and announcing them just before the matches.

Today is Friday, so barring any surprises, the first-round matchups will be announced by Sunday at the latest.

Eiji was very worried about this.

The reason goes without saying—his "luck."

Why did the gun misfire earlier? Why did he step on a branch? Of course, it was all because of his 1-point Luck stat.

And as expected, in a random matchup system like this, Eiji's luck would show him what true cruelty is!

First-round opponent: Ikki Kurogane? Or Stella Vermillion... or even worse, facing his senior sister right off the bat?

"No, I need to find a way!"

Eiji shuddered and made up his mind.

Whether it was Ikki Kurogane or Stella, Eiji wasn't afraid. At worst, he'd go all out and make them beg him not to die.

But facing his senior sister was the one outcome he didn't want to see.

***

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