Rogue Villain-Chapter 214: Stormcaller Showing Off

A lone raindrop, the first of the many to come, sailed down through the air. It sparkled like a diamond in the fading sunlight and the flickering torches that lit up around the colosseum’s edges.

The time in the arena slowed down as the drop of water approached the ground.

Then, as if hitting a lever, the sky came falling down at the same time the drop crashed and burst against the ground.

Unbelievable amounts of water showered the city in a torrential downpour. Gathering water from a previously cloudless sky was not a problem for Stormcaller when wielded by Ackster.

Rain wasn’t the only thing sent by the heavens as bolts of white lightning competed with the water to flood the earth. Even with the dark grey, almost black clouds blotting out the sky, it was brighter than day.

’Holy shit.’

Ackster squinted while shielding his eyes with his forearm. It was more than he had expected. He looked at Stormcaller in his hand with an astonished expression. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Good work, Stormcaller."

But now wasn’t the time to be amazed by the storm he had conjured. He still had things to do.

Ackster scanned the crowd, including the announcer, with sharp eyes. He quickly caught sight of the announcer despite the heavy rain obscuring his vision like a shower curtain. Like most others, he was looking for cover from the rain. It was just that, unlike the spectators, he had a party tent stuffed inside his inventory.

The crowd had to retreat for the day to escape the bad weather. They were already soaked, but they could at least get out of the worst of it by hiding inside the arena or hurrying home.

The announcer, on the other hand, just had to find a place to set up his tent and a portable campfire before he could continue spectating. He gestured at something on the ground, and Ackster saw how Tetraxia flinched and curled her neck in displeasure.

’Right. You first.’

Ackster couldn’t ignore the hulking behemoth charging toward him even if he wanted to. It would also be easier to deal with the announcer after taking care of his pet.

He raised the trident and pointed it at the sky while running his mana through it, establishing a current.

Ackster had gotten some experience in Myrrhia. It wasn’t enough to reach enlightenment, and it wasn’t as much as he had gotten from Matar. But he wouldn’t get anything from stalling the fight and trying to defeat Tetraxia using technique alone. Given enough time, he could probably find a way for his Unimportant Whatever Arts to pierce Tetraxia’s defenses. But that would risk losing the Sun God Token, which was unmistakably much more important than a paltry amount of experience.

With the current in Stormcaller finished, sparks of lightning flickered between the three prongs, creating a simple net-like structure of lightning. Ackster turned his gaze to the sky, where he saw white light gather in the depths of the clouds.

Ackster sent out a burst of mana into Stormcaller as he swung it down and pointed it at the charging Tetraxia. Less than a second later, a lightning bolt as thick as an arm imprinted itself in the air, leaving behind a flickering shadow in the eyes of everyone unfortunate to look at it directly.

The lightning bolt also left behind a scorch mark on Tetraxia’s thick neck.

However, while Tetraxia had earned another scar, she had lost something else.

Thanks to Ackster’s aim and the fact that her collar used electric shocks to keep her in check, the bolt had struck her collar dead-on. The power and electricity stored in the bolt were more than enough to overload and shatter the collar, turning it into smoking metal fragments blasted into the colosseum walls.

The bolt had also made Tetraxia’s front legs bend as she pressed her body against the ground.

But Ackster could see on her that it was more from the shock and fear than from actual damage.

He exchanged a glance with the stiff Tetraxia before dashing away.

The announcer was quick on his feet once he realized Ackster was here to cause trouble and not to win fairly, not that there was any way to win against the undefeatable tank Tetraxia. As soon as it looked like Ackster was about to win, something would change, Tetraxia would go berserk, or someone else would join the fray. That someone would, of course, have been someone from the Gladiatoreum.

But now, the announcer had to get rid of all those plans and high-tail it the fuck away from there.

It looked like Ackster had relied on the trident to summon the storm. But that didn’t change the fact that Ackster had changed the weather, and he had done it to an extreme.

The announcer left his platform, giving up his tent and campfire. He didn’t lack treasures, so he could just get new ones later once he escaped Ackster, who had kept his eye on him the entire time. The plan was to lose Ackster in the crowd, which had yet to leave the colosseum’s narrow walkways. Maybe sacrificing stairs and corridor space to seat more viewers hadn’t been such a great idea during emergencies.

Still, the announcer made it down to the hustle and stinking bustle. He frowned as screaming and yammering livestock pushed against him, but he restrained himself so as not to expose himself.

However, when one lousy fucker actually grabbed him by the neck? The announcer snapped as he turned around and was about to show him why he had remained up top all this time. He had mostly relied on schemes, scams, and tricks to get there. But with the money from the Gladiatoreum and the city lining his pockets, the announcer had no trouble growing his own personal strength.

But the announcer froze mid-slap as the gaze, deep and cold as the ocean, belonging to the red-haired and one-armed fighter, pierced what felt like his soul.

"Ouhe..."