I wish I could fight with my brother in the arena but out of the two of us, he was clearly the stronger.

Heh, the difference in strength was so immense that I wouldn't even think of participating in the arena tournament.

The fights are to the death but the prices are riches, fame, and a wish personally granted by King Drach himself.

...

Oh well, I was too late already, I couldn't register anymore.

It was today, at least I could wish him good luck.

I took a sip of the tea I ordered from a stall close to the Colosseum. I guess some dreams will stay just that, dreams.

While enjoying the view, letting the sun hit my face I took another sip when a young woman approaches me. I thought that she was very pretty.

Tall with short black hair but there was something wicked behind the smile she had.

"Hello there, Bovin," she said. I felt like there was something ungodly about to happen.

"Excuse me but do I know you?" I asked with genuine puzzlement.

"Well, maybe under another appearance maybe but who cares about that. Listen, I'm gonna need you to fight in the arena for me, alright?"

I sighed, "well. I would like to but I'm not very strong you see."

"Don't you want to fight?”

She then jumped on the table and looked to the sky, and shouted as loud as she could,” Tatakai! Tatakae!"

"Tata-what?" I furrowed my brows.

"You'll fight!" She stomped around on the table, "Fight and win! And you know why you're gonna fight?"

"..no?"

"Cause if you're not then you're gonna die because of the curse I put on you," she exclaimed.

"WHAT?!" I spit out my tea.

"Check your status menu if you don't believe me."

I open it up and looked. There was 1 spell on me.

[Certain Struggle]

I knew that skill. My brother had it. Normally after 12 hours, it would deal 10% unavoidable true max HP damage.

My brother trained it so that after a few hard-earned levels it dealt about 15%

But this one was different.

"After 12 hours the targeted unit will receive 81347% unavoidable true max HP damage."

"Why did you do that?! HOW did you do that?!"

"For you to fight that is," she laughed.

"So, let's see. You're Bovin Arre. 22 years old. Quarter-Elf-Quarter-Dwarf-Half-Human. Got almost no skills and you're level... 36? Oh, come on. The first rule of an RPG-based world is too grind, my man. Did they never teach you that? And your unique skill is [Viridescent Thumb], it lets you grow plants 7% faster. Wow, no wonder you’re not strong with an ability like that."

"Grind? And how do you know all this information?"

"Shut up. You're not strong on your own but no worries. I'll just give you a ton of skills."

"You can just do that?"

"Course I can. Who do you think I am."

"I have no idea."