LRAB Chapter 55 Samba Sang: I've got this in the bag!
Chapter 55 Samba Sang: I've got this in the bag!
Chapter 55 Samba Sang: I've got this in the bag!
Esdeath's arrival was not surprising, as Broly had already told his friends about it beforehand.
He won't play along in the semifinals; he'll defeat Esdeath and bring her back. Nahash and the others hold a welcome party for this new addition.
Since embarking on her journey after her village was destroyed, this is the first time Esdeath has been accepted by a group. Of course, she had opportunities to integrate into some groups before, but she simply didn't accept them, focusing instead on traveling to become stronger.
It only stopped after Broly defeated him and officially became his possession.
However, Esdeath was still somewhat unaccustomed to the enthusiasm of this group.
"Thank you." Esdeath thanked Akame for the juice, then leaned close to Broly's ear and asked, "Are all your companions as strong as you?"
This is a problem that she cares about.
"Ha, Broly is the strongest. How could we possibly have the same strength as him?"
Before Broly could answer, the chubby Lausanne answered the question.
"So how did you two get together with him?"
Esdeath, curious, pressed for more details.
"We were children sold by slave traders. We met our older brother by chance in the Gifunola Sea Tree Forest, and after being rescued by him, we started following him."
Nahash explained that since Esdeath was a companion personally brought back by Broly, there was no need to hide it.
"They were with us before, and I was helped to join later. I used to be a homeless child named Mine. It's nice to meet you."
"I am Akame, and this is my sister Kurome. We are like you and Mine, people who want to become wings."
"Wings?"
"A nickname for wife".
Esdeath: "..."
Just then, Broly was eating a chicken wing next to him.
"This is Bonnie, and I'm Cornelia."
"Are you wings too?"
"No, it's only Akame, Kurome, Mine, and you."
At this point, Cornelia became somewhat disappointed. Although they all followed Broly, Broly was initially closest to Akame and Kurome. Even Mine, who came later, was someone Broly took care of.
"By the way, if Bonnie gives you mushrooms, you absolutely shouldn't eat them."
Beside her, Tsukushi offered a reminder.
"mushroom?"
Esdeath looked at the girl whose head was being forced down.
"I already said, these mushrooms were bought from a street stall, they're definitely not poisonous."
Bonnie admitted that the mushrooms he picked in the past were problematic, but this time they were dried goods bought from a street stall in the city. Surely other people's mushrooms couldn't be problematic too.
As she spoke, she took out a mushroom from her pocket. Esdeath looked at it and pointed to the one in the middle, saying, "This one has a mild hallucinogenic toxin, but it can be used as a painkiller when you are injured."
"Huh?"
Everyone looked at Esdeath in surprise.
Do you know what a mushroom is?
Cornelia asked.
"I've been traveling abroad for three years and have eaten quite a few mushrooms, including quite a few poisonous ones."
Esdeath said calmly.
She was born in the north, and after her people were massacred, she traveled alone, but always circled the outer perimeter of the empire.
"First I went to the east, then to the south, and the border between these two places is rich in all kinds of fungi and mushrooms. I've been poisoned quite a few times, but I've survived them all, and that's how I got to know these things..."
Esdeath spoke of her past journey in a casual manner, but everyone listened with great interest.
"Esdeath, you're amazing!"
Akame, Kurome, and the others were amazed. If Broly was the pinnacle of combat power they had ever seen, then Esdeath was a master of wilderness survival and hunting.
Even if she falls into a swamp, is bitten by vicious insects, or is chased by dangerous beasts in the wild, she can overcome all kinds of adverse factors brought about by the environment by relying on her wisdom, experience, and courage.
Compared to Esdeath, they were rather weak, as they were only thrown into the Gifunola Sea Tree Forest and were already in danger.
"I am indeed good, but you are not bad either."
Esdeath initially thought Akame and her group of children were a burden, but then she learned that they had also spent time in a forest teeming with dangerous species.
I have also fought against some highway robbers, but considering that their average age is around six or seven, I changed my opinion.
After all, at the age of six or seven, she could only hunt some medium-sized dangerous species on her own, such as the Frost Lizard and the Red-crowned Giant Eagle.
These children in front of her could not be treated as weaklings. After realizing this, Esdeath quickly accepted that she would be doing things as companions with these children who were younger than her.
If these children get proper training, they can grow up and become strong.
Within the time it took to eat a meal, Esdeath successfully integrated into the group.
While Broly was having a joyous welcome party, Sambazan, who had declared victory for tomorrow's match on the field, disguised himself and brought a gray cloth bag to a gambling den.
"Eight million, all in on tomorrow's martial arts tournament finals."
He put the money on the counter and said.
"Who should I bet on to win?"
A sound came from inside.
"That would definitely be Broly."
Sambasang said without hesitation.
"Broly's odds are very low, only 1 to 1.3. Why don't you consider Sambassador? His odds are as high as 7.6."
The staff at the counter, following the owner's instructions before the afternoon opening, began recommending another contestant who had made it to tomorrow's finals.
"No, Broly was so strong today that he even dismantled the ring. So many people in the stadium saw it. Who would still think that Sambasan can win tomorrow?"
The staff continued to persuade him, even citing Sambassador's analysis and assessment of Broly's situation on the damaged ring that afternoon, as well as his confident declaration of victory, seemingly trying to convince the high roller to change his mind and gamble on the higher odds against Sambassador.
But Sambassang, disguised, remained unmoved. After all, as a finalist tomorrow, how could he not know whether he could beat Broly?
As for the analysis and victory declaration he made in the ring that afternoon, it was all nonsense to fool others into betting on him to win. It was all to raise Broly's odds so that he could then bet on Broly himself.
Sometimes, the outcome of a match isn't necessarily reflected on the surface of the arena, but rather in the betting markets outside the arena.
For example, right now, Sambasang has put most of his savings into betting on Broly to win. Although Broly's odds are a bit low, even if he loses tomorrow, he will still receive 240 million in betting money.
"Keep the receipt safe. We only recognize receipts, not people."
The casino owner, with a dark expression, handed Sambassador the receipts. Broly's sudden rise to prominence was causing distress for many casinos, as most gamblers were constantly betting on Broly to win.
Fortunately, there's the official betting agency to cover the losses. If their bettors are betting on Broly to win, they can transfer the bets to the official betting agency to reduce their losses.
"Thank you, I'll have someone come and collect the money tomorrow."
After saying this, Sambasang ignored the casino owner's darkening face and left.
Clutching the betting slips on Broly's victory, Sambasan was already looking forward to his grand exit tomorrow. Although it would damage his reputation, Broly, that monster kid, was so strong that if he misjudged and was defeated, it couldn't be his fault.
Haha, what's this called?
This is called losing the game but winning the prize money.
I'm sure I'll win tomorrow.
Sambasan returned to the hotel in a good mood, and happened to run into Broly and the others in the dining hall, whose welcome party was still going on.
"Broly, let's do our best together tomorrow."
Sambasang, in a good mood, leaned over and said this with a smile.
"Uncle Sambasang, is the championship really that important to you?"
Broly asked out of curiosity.
"Of course. There's no first place in literature, but there's a second place in martial arts. I'm here to participate in the martial arts tournament to win the championship, and there's even more prize money after winning."
Sambasan said with a smile, still looking very confident, but he didn't dare to have a deep conversation with Broly in public.
What if this monster boy suddenly reveals that he didn't actually use the harmful secret technique he made up on the spot? Wouldn't Broly's odds on the betting ticket he just placed a bet on drop even further?
Therefore, before the outcome is decided tomorrow, he must maintain enough confidence to inspire more people to bet on him. Only in this way can he win more money even if he loses.
"I never imagined that winning the championship would be so important to Uncle Sambasang."
After Sambasan left, Broly was moved.
"Brother Broly, you want to give up the championship?"
Nahashu noticed his thoughts and couldn't help but ask.
"Well, Uncle Sambasang was the only one (contestant) who spoke up for me when that bastard who cheated me got beaten up during the round of 16."
Although I was beaten because I trusted that liar, I still remembered that Uncle Sambasang spoke up for me.
"The prize money for second place is 80 yuan less than that for first place. Adding the reward given to the first place winner by the Rabbit Collector Association, the difference in prize money is 160 million yuan."
"Um……"
Broly was somewhat troubled. The championship seemed very important to Sambassador, and he also wanted to repay the favor the other party had done for him.
"However, Broly, you forgot about your performance today. I checked it when I got back. Your odds were extremely low, while Uncle Sambassador's odds were extremely high."
A sly glint flashed in Nahashu's eyes at that moment.
"I originally thought you would care about the championship, but since you don't care about the championship, we can win another prize."
"Huh, really?"
"Of course, not only will you not lose money, you might even make a fortune!"
"Very good."
Broly was overjoyed. He could repay a favor by giving the championship to Sambas, and he and his friends could win a large sum of money. It was a win-win situation.
"However, even if you lose tomorrow, you still have to put on an act."
Mine warned that openly throwing a match would definitely cause problems.
"But I'm already like this today, how am I supposed to continue acting?"
Broly was troubled again. Today, in order to increase Esdeath's happiness level, he had used a lot of power that was beyond the reach of ordinary people in this world.
A punch can create a deep crater, a kick can split the ground—this is not the kind of normal strength that a martial artist in this world could achieve through arduous training.
"It's simple. Didn't that Sambassador say you used a secret technique that damages your body to unleash such power? Well then, let's play along..."
(End of this chapter)