Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 57: Fist Fight
Turning around, Zaroth saw a man with an average build, accompanied by two others—one shorter and the other chubby.
’How the hell are these three allowed in A-class?’ Zaroth asked himself.
"Who am I? I’ll tell you—I’m not some street rat who somehow got accepted into A-class without a good reason, like you."
"It’s better to be a rat than a parasite like you. Judging by your performance during training earlier, you were probably worse than average," Zaroth retorted.
"The fuck did you just say? Are you begging for a fight?"
"Yeah, sure, why not? Unlike you, I can fight. My score was the highest in the entire empire. Where was yours?" Zaroth’s voice was filled with sarcasm and mockery.
"Oh, that’s right, I wouldn’t know because I don’t even know your name. That’s how insignificant you are."
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"Insignificant, huh? But we’re three against one," the shorter boy interjected, trying to back up his friend, who was struggling to keep up.
Zaroth laughed and spat on the ground. "You’re pathetic ones, waiting until we were in the shower room to confront me. What? Too scared to get expelled like that fat fuck on the first day?"
"It seems you really are asking for a beating," the chubbier man growled, stepping forward.
Zaroth matched his step. "I’ll make you taste blood."
"You’ve started to get too arrogant," murmured a few nobles nearby who decided to join forces against Zaroth.
"What’s this? You’ve got three men already, and now you need even more?" He chuckled darkly, pointing at the shorter noble. "Afraid to act alone? Can you even call yourself a man?"
The short noble lunged toward him, but a loud noise startled him.
He turned to see Zack standing there, his fist embedded in the metallic locker, leaving a gaping hole.
"What’s this? A fight?" Zack asked coldly.
"How pathetic—so many against one," Roran added, massaging his right shoulder as he stepped into the room.
"Oh, have you called your boyfriends for backup now?" the chubby one sneered mockingly at Zaroth.
"Oh, punk… you’re going to regret those words," Zaroth growled, cracking his knuckles.
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"How much longer are they going to take?!" the bald instructor muttered impatiently, waiting outside the shower rooms.
Typically, no one was allowed to spend more than 15 minutes in there, but this time they were taking their sweet time…
"They’re breaking my rules already?!" The instructor could feel his blood boiling with rage.
Approaching the door, he slammed it with his fist, causing it to burst into pieces. Entering, he shouted in fury,
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
Inside, the room was chaos. Several people lay on the ground, bruises covering their bodies, and some were bleeding from their faces.
One particularly chubby man seemed to have taken the worst of it, his right arm clearly broken.
In the end, since the academy couldn’t hold anyone accountable for what had occurred in the shower room, everyone involved was let off with a warning.
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"Ah, that was fun!" Zack praised as he massaged his left fist.
"Alright, I have to agree," Roran nodded with a smile.
"Ah, whatever. At least that should make them think twice before bothering us," Zaroth said with a sigh.
"Hey," he added, "after the academy, want to go to that bar again? My treat."
Roran suddenly grinned like a child in a candy store, while Zack raised an eyebrow. "Where did this come from?"
"Think of it as a thank you for helping me in the fight," Zaroth spoke, slightly embarrassed.
"No problem!" Roran approached him with a smile, putting his arm over Zaroth’s shoulder.
"What took you so long?" Lily had wasted precious minutes waiting for them, but her eyes widened slightly when she saw the state the three were in.
"What happened?"
"A small fight broke out in the shower room," Roran responded with a warm smile.
"Are you guys alright?"
"Yeah, you should have seen the others," Zack replied.
The clock was ticking, so everyone headed to the cafeteria.
Of course, due to Zaroth’s unique look, he was recognized almost immediately, and as a result, there were a lot of eyes on him and his friends. But they tried to pay no mind to the hostility as they sat at a table and began eating.
Meanwhile, Zaroth used his bracelet to check his balance.
[54 credits in possession]
’The only time I spent credits was when I went drinking with Roran and Zack, and it seems that time I used 46. This means it won’t be enough to treat everyone today.’
Left with no choice, he messaged Elysia.
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Zaroth: Could you send me some more credits?
Elysia: Getting drunk again?
Zaroth: I prefer to call it team building.
Elysia: Before that, I heard there was a fight in the shower rooms, and that you were involved.
Zaroth: Is there a problem?
Elysia: Did you kill somebody?
Zaroth: No, just broke the arm of one guy who annoyed me and roughed up a few others.
Elysia: Then there is no problem.
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[You have received a transfer of 500 credits.]
Seeing the generous amount, Zaroth couldn’t help but grin.
"Hey, I’m not sure—how much is a credit worth? Before coming here, I only knew how coins exchange worked."
"Well, seeing as you’re familiar with coins," Lily began to explain, "think of it as one credit being worth one silver coin."
’Wait… this means that when we went out before, I used 46 silver coins on alcohol alone?’
Zaroth suddenly placed a hand over his stomach.
That was an amount he would never have been able to save, even if he worked his whole life. And now he was able to spend so much on alcohol alone?
"The capital sure is different from where I grew up in ," he muttered under his breath, both frustrated and in awe.
After their lunch was finished, it was time for more lectures, and then the Live Combat Practice class was about to begin.
Roderic, the instructor of the class, threw a glance at Zaroth, no doubt remembering the way he had seen him before—smiling with one hand cut off while holding a severed head in the other.
But Roderic didn’t show any change in his behavior so the class proceeded as usual.
"Finally," Zaroth sighed as he entered the combat room.
During his previous fight with Eryndor, he was pretty sure he’d learned how to enter peak flow state on command.
Now, he was eager to test it.
