Cursed Villainess’ Obsession

It was an event beyond comprehension.

A weapon materializing out of thin air in my hand?

But what was even harder to believe was how familiar this sensation felt.

As though I’d done this countless times before—over and over again.

[I-Incredible━━!!]

While I stood there, overwhelmed by these bizarre thoughts and breathing heavily in tension, the commentator’s excited voice echoed over the previously hushed spectators.

“Uwaaahhhh━━!!”
“He won━━!!”
“No way!! Kreados lost?! The same Kreados who could rip apart B-rank monsters with his bare hands?! This has to be rigged!!”
“Hahahahaha!! A miracle bet!! Drinks are on me tonight, you bastards━━!!”

The crowd erupted into chaos, their voices filling the arena in a cacophony of disbelief and celebration.

[Unbelievable! The victor is the western gladiator━"The Twisted Helmet" Pheasant! With a magically crafted sword, he has defeated Kreados━━!!]

‘…Magic?’

Hearing the commentator’s explanation, I glanced at my hand.

Magic… was what I’d done considered magic?

Thinking back, the woman who gave me this helmet had also summoned it from thin air.

Maybe it was something similar to that.

But such details didn’t matter right now.

What mattered was simple:

‘I survived.’

Gripping my hand tightly, I raised my arm high into the air in triumph.@@novelbin@@