Endless Path : Infinite Cosmos Chapter 2127: Size Isn’t Everything

Chapter 2127: Size Isn't Everything

Though some considered it shameful to lose in your own Gift Game, Vahn just laughed off his disqualification with a smile. It wasn't like he stood to gain anything by obtaining a gold medal, so, after promising to meet with Ziros after the competition had ended, he helped to repair the arena before returning to the waiting room.
"I can't believe you were disqualified! That damned Black Rabbit! How could she!?"
Patting Seraphina's head, Vahn replied, "Relax. She was just doing her job as Judge Master. I'm the one who created the rule stating that anyone who destroyed the arena would be disqualified. Since it was destroyed as a result of my attack being reflected by Ziros, we're both at fault. She made the right choice."
Puffing out her cheeks, Seraphina wanted to complain but ultimately decided against it. Instead, her amethyst eyes began to glisten as she mused, "Well, look on the bright side. You're now free for the remainder of the competition. Wanna join me in the jacuzzi? I still have my swimsuit...though, if you really want to, I don't mind going without..."
Since it had only been an hour or two since Seraphina was on the ground with the whites of her eyes showing, Vahn couldn't help issuing a soft chuckle in response to her invitation. Succubi were truly insatiable, so, after wiping away a stray tear from his eye, he hooked his hand around her thin and willow waist before guiding her towards their Community's recreation and relaxation area...
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Though the matches following Vahn and Ziros weren't nearly as exciting, the crowd still got a kick out of them since they could actually tell what was going on. More importantly, the final event of the day was the Women's Pankration. This really got the crowd going, as, for a variety of different reasons, Usalia pretty much refused to wear anything but a bunny suit. Thus, while the uniforms for women in other events were relatively tame, everyone participating in the Women's Pankration was outfitted with multi-colored bunny suits, complete with stockings and a tail.
Fortunately, most female Players were already accustomed to such requirements. Popularity in the Little Garden was extremely important, and, as shameless as it sounded, showing a bit of skin was one of the easiest methods to get people to remember you. This was one of the reasons Vahn had warned Asuka and Yo not to get complacent. If their enemies learned they were bashful by nature, they would not hesitate to exploit them...
"What is a little kid doing here? You do realize this is a competition of strength and skill, don't you?"
Craning her head to look up at the woman who had addressed her, Usalia's expression remained unchanged as she remarked, "It isn't nice to go around insulting other people, plip."
At 227cm in height, the ashen-skinned woman towering over Usalia was a few centimeters short of being twice her size. She also had a mane of wild red hair tied into a careless ponytail, four arms, and blazing blue eyes that reflected a confident yet slightly concerned look. The white bunny suit she was wearing perfectly suited her, as, despite visible abs, she had large breasts, wide hips, and full thighs.
Despite all of these things, Usalia didn't even flinch as she gazed up at the woman with her reddish-pink eyes and eerie white pupils. Instead, it was the ashen-skinned woman who began to feel a little uncomfortable as she crossed two of her arms and said, "I'm saying this for your own good, kid. You really shouldn't be out here."
Since she didn't detect any genuine animosity from the woman, Usalia decided she would simply ignore her. This caused the ashen-skinned woman's brow to twitch, but, as she didn't really have a say in who participated in the Pankration, she just shook her head before walking off to talk to yet another youthful-looking contestant.
Following the woman's departure with her eyes, Usalia's gaze briefly lingered on the woman's ginormous bottom as the notion that she was just worried about the younger participants briefly crossed her mind. At the same time, however, Usalia couldn't help wondering where the woman had come from. The power radiating from her body was comparable to an Overlord, and, as far as she could tell, the woman was holding back quite a bit.
"Hmmm..."
Though she had witnessed the battle between Vahn and Ziros, it never crossed Usalia's mind that the four-armed redhead might have some connection with him. She had never been the brightest, so, even though the woman was wearing the exact same insignia on her chest, Usalia failed to take notice. Instead, she shifted her gaze towards the sky and muttered, "I'm hungry, plip...I wonder what Vahn is going to make for dinner...?"
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After momentarily pacifying the insatiable Seraphina, Vahn was going over the list of participants with a marginally amused smile on his face.
In hindsight, Vahn realized he should have included a clause stating that participation was limited to Players who had already been a part of a Community prior to registering. Because he hadn't, quite a number of Communities had fallen prey to Factions and Alliances located within the 4-Digit Gates.
By promising to let the higher-digit Communities become an extension of their far more powerful organization, many of the personalized Gifts Vahn had prepared had already fallen into the hands of people intending to oppose him. He actually found this rather amusing, but, at the same time, he couldn't help shaking his head at the short-sightedness of the people who had given up their Gifts to pander to people who regarded them as little more than peons.
Shaking his head, Vahn just so happened to stumble across the same four-armed woman that had attempted to dissuade Usalia from participating. She had the same six-armed insignia that Ziros had been wearing, but, instead of being emblazoned on her back like a banner, it was pinned above her breast like a standard flag badge.
"Pweamma the Protector? Hmm...this could be troublesome. If she also has access to the Law of Erasure, her opponents are going to suffer..."
Since the rules of the Game Board prevented death, Vahn wasn't too worried. Sure, there was a chance that she had been sent to eliminate Usalia, Fenrir, or anyone else who had been sent to participate from his side, but that wasn't very likely. Rather, even if she were as powerful as Ziros, her chances of victory against Usalia wouldn't exceed 10%.
Pulling up the brackets, Vahn saw that Usalia and Pweamma wouldn't be competing against each other till the third and final day of the event. This was probably for the best as it was going to be hard for people to remain hyped after witnessing his and Ziros's battle on the very first day.
"Let's see who Usalia is going to be fighting today...Ona Lanka? That's an interesting name..."
Immediately after those words left his lips, Vahn's expression froze as he pulled up the profile of the woman named Ona Lanka. She was a literal mountain of a woman, and, based on the curved horns protruding from her scalp, she either had demon, dragon, or oni heritage.
Under normal circumstances, Vahn wouldn't have been surprised by someone else's appearance. He had literally interacted with eldritch entities and creatures most would consider abominations based on appearance alone. In other words, it was pretty difficult to catch him. Ona Lanka in a bunny suit? That was apparently more than enough.
"I should have taken racial characteristics into consideration when I was making my decision...not that she looks bad..."
After recovering from his momentary stupor and getting a better look at her features, Vahn realized that Ona Lanka was actually quite the beauty. Sure, she had a different kind of beauty than normal but she was still a remarkable woman. If he were 300cm tall and had a physique similar to Heracles, they would probably make a good match.
Hearing Vahn compliment another woman, Seraphina's eyes immediately opened as she raised her body to get a better look. Unlike Vahn, however, her expression didn't change in the slightest. The Demons of the Netherworld didn't actually care all that much for beauty. At least, not in the sense that they would judge people as being ugly just because they were different. Thus, the only things she focused on while looking at Ona Lanka were the woman's complexion and hair.
Despite having a physique that would make a Samoan warrior blush, Ona Lanka's complexion was fair. As for her hair, possessed an ashen-blue sheen, and, despite resembling a mane flowing away from her scalp, there wasn't a single split end in sight. This, combined with the fact her horns were neatly polished caused Seraphina's views to fall in line with Vahn's. There was no way the horned woman would be able to compete with her but she was clearly a beauty.
"Are you going to make her yours...?"
Rolling his eyes the moment he heard Seraphina's words, Vahn flatly replied, "No." before waving his hand to generate a large display showing the ongoing competition. Usalia's match was second from last but that didn't mean they couldn't watch the rest. After all, he was still the host, and, while he wasn't nearly as enamored as the rest of the crowd, he would be lying if he said he didn't find the sigh of beautiful women brawling in bunny suits appealing...
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Hearing her name called out by Black Rabbit, Usalia awoke from her nap before bashfully rubbing the back of her head with her paws. Then, before the befuddled Judge Master could call her name a fourth time, she flashed to the top of the arena in a burst of speed that very few contestants, much less the members of the crowd, could follow.
Seeing the giantess standing on the opposite of the ring, Usalia's apathetic expression morphed into one of surprise as she muttered, "Whoa...you're pretty big, plip..."
As she was already annoyed by Usalia's tardiness, Ona Lanka's brows furrowed as she adopted a grappling stance and growled, "I will crush you like a bug..."
Puffing out her cheeks, Usalia adopted a stance of her own. When the crowd saw this, a mighty roar shook the Colosseum, as, despite being remarkably petite, Usalia still possessed a certain appeal to her. Seeing her lower herself into a quadrupedal stance with her bubbly butt sticking out was more than enough to get the crowd riled up. As for Ona Lanka, she just raised her foot, a majestic war cry emanating from her throat as she dropped it like a hammer.
Though Ona Lanka's attack was only strong enough to produce a shallow crater, the entire arena trembled as if it were influenced by a powerful earthquake. Unfortunately for her, Usalia's stance was remarkably stable. In fact, had she been at home taking a nap, this level of trembling wouldn't have been enough to wake her kittens, much less her.
Recalling that she needed to get home to make sure her babies were okay, Usalia's brows furrowed nearly a whole millimeter as she charged forward to meet Ona Lanka in mid-air. The mountain of a woman had jumped the three-hundred-meter distance between them as if it were a joke, arms high over her head with the intent to carry out her promise of crushing the comparably small bunny.
"Usagi Punch~!"
Demonstrating that size was not a qualifier for strength, Usalia left the crowd speechless as she gave Ona Lanka a furry uppercut. It didn't appear to pack any power at all, but, the moment her paw made contact with the woman's jaw, Ona Lanka's head snapped back like a speedbag as she was sent smashing into the barrier like a projectile fired from a railgun. If it wasn't for the rules of the Game Board protecting against fatal injuries, she would have splat like a bug the moment she made contact...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Having multiple sets of arms seems kind of unfair in a boxing/wrestling match...','Oh lawd, she'a comin...','Saitama would be proud...')