Chapter 254: I Love Women!

The next day was exactly as the others had been. Jacob moved through four more floors as though it were nothing to him, defeating all his enemies without breaking a single sweat. As expected, Romstad and Elyssara watched the young man with keen eyes—one of which was not just keen but also an extremely lustful gaze.

Jacob had finally reached the middle point of the tower. But it was unclear to him that from this point on, the tower would start to shift.

He stepped onto the 50th floor with moderate expectations. He had expected to find the same landscape and setting, only to be surprised for one of the few times in his life that he had stepped into a different arena entirely.

The young man blinked his bluish-gold eyes, his white lashes fluttering as he gazed upon the massive expanse of light that spread out before him. He could but only grasp that the game had changed from this point on, and so did the scaling.

The space looked like a ruined expanse of land, awash in red concrete and nothing but a thick breeze that filtered through his snow-white hair. The gravity in this arena felt as though it was stronger; he felt heavier with each step he took towards the middle. He still remained calm as he watched on to see who his next opponent would be.

The crowd was gone. All that Jacob could see as far as the eyes could reach was nothingness. There was neither dust nor water. There was only red ground and gravity-filled space.

…

The viewers, constellations, along with the Meereens, and the Grand Regent all watched from an intangible point of view, which meant that the crowd was still there, but they could only view the battle from a sort of realistic 9-dimensional point of view. Jacob huffed and puffed as even the air grew thicker. Luckily, he had full control over the air element, so his breathing problem was sorted rather quickly by breaking apart the molecules of the breeze around him to filter more easily through his nostrils.

Elyssara’s violet eyes gazed infatuatedly at Jacob as she watched from the imperceptible stands, her seat below her rear lay completely covered in her wetness as she was pleasuring herself below where no eyes could reach. Even she herself could not believe how much damage Jacob’s rejection had done to her.

Romstad, however, had already developed extremely high expectations of this young man, and as such would want to see what he could accomplish now that the battle standards had changed. The god slightly adjusted a monocle on his face, completely oblivious to the wild act that the perverted goddess was indulging in not too far from where he sat. Frankly, he did not quite care.

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Jacob stood there for a while to wait for his opponent, but upon realizing that it might take a while, he squatted and ran his index and middle finger along a line on the earth, and brought it to his nostril so he could smell it.

This land was barren, which was why nothing could be done on it, and therefore, it was used as a battleground. Surely something that was already damaged could handle a little more destruction.

Just as Jacob sniffed the earth, a bright wave of purple lightning struck before him. It was large, so much so that it nearly opened a moon-sized hole in the ground.

The effect of it left the earth crackling, with bright streaks of purple lightning flickering around the crater that had been left in its wake.

A large black smoke was created as a result of the flash of bright purple lightning. Jacob could already tell that his opponent was here. The smell of the air had changed, and there was a strong presence that currently occupied the space.

Normal people would frown or be worried. Jacob smiled. For him, the stronger the opponent, the better, and purple lightning? What an awesome skill to have, if not powerful enough, then at least it was aesthetically pleasing.

The crowd gasped inaudibly—Jacob could neither see nor hear them, which in his mind was better. He could at least focus on not having to feel the sting of Elyssara’s ravenous gaze on his back.

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The smoke eventually began to clear, and left in the middle of it was a girl. She stood at about 5’5″, and her light purple hair flowed all the way to the ground in two braided pigtails. Attached at the end of these pigtails were knives that almost resembled the scythes that Morbius equipped.

This girl stood there, her gaze fixed on Jacob with a sinister smile on her face. She had a peculiar feature, one that Jacob had not quite seen before, but one he thought was unnaturally cool. The girl had silver blades as teeth, about 30 of them in total, all lodged in her mouth as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

The girl also had on a shirt dress made entirely of light purple, just like the color of the lightning she produced, and her eyes also flowed in the same color.

Even though Jacob could sense a different energy emanating from her, he found her wildly interesting.

“Leena…” Jacob uttered, the words escaped his mouth as though he had no control over them. He almost punched himself in the face as soon as he had said the girl’s name.

“Oh?” The smallish girl tilted her head to the side, maintaining her sinister smile. “He knows my name…. He KNOWS MY NAME!”

She yelled so loud, her voice echoed through the particles of oxygen that circulated in the arena. Jacob looked at her with listless eyes as he responded: “Yes, I know your name. I never expected to fight a girl here. You know.”

“What do you mean!?” She exclaimed. For a fighter, her voice was incredibly high-pitched, making her sound more like a little girl than a warrior. It was no matter; if she was here, then she had earned her spot. “Are you trying to say that girls do not deserve to fight? You crappy misogynist! Woman hater! You deserve to burn in hell for your crimes!”

She pointed at him while yelling a plethora of things that he had eventually lost count of. Her face was burning with rage as her mouth refused to slow down.

“Whoa! Whoa! I love women, very much. I just meant—I have only faced male warriors so far.” Jacob cut her murmuring off, and her expression immediately changed. She now wore an expression of uncertainty as she stared into Jacob’s eyes.

“Y-You love women?” She inquired, a faint glint in her eyes. The main reason for her sudden outburst was justified, as she was someone who had been underestimated all her life. And her world—while futuristic—was one filled with women-hate. The men had conquered the world completely and forced women to be slaves, and she, being Leena, had vowed to never allow herself to be a slave to a man in her life.

She came from a world where a man could get killed by his fellow men for falling in love with a woman, and women were treated less than animals. There was a scar that ran subtly along the lining of her back to prove so.

“Yes. I love women very much. I have a mother, a friend, and a girlfriend that I adore.” Jacob placed his hand on his chest as though he were reciting a speech. He could notice the changes in this woman’s expression as he spoke, suggesting that she had never heard such words uttered in her life before. She had an expression of total stupefaction, and she listened to Jacob and looked directly at him.

“I have never heard those words uttered in my life…” she muttered, her voice even softer now as her gaze fell to the floor almost weakly. “My world could use much more men like you, who know how to treat a woman. We need love…”

She wiped a tear that was beginning to form in her left eye and opened her hand. “Which is why I… Leena Banjaqui, have been charged to heal my world, Stromanovia, and save women like me from captivity.” A sword materialized in her hand instantly. Its handle was made of ash leather material, and the blade was a translucent shade of purple.

“Stranger… since you have displayed nobility, and your love for women… I have decided to not kill you. That is how I will show my appreciation.” Leena pointed the sword at him.

Jacob was almost amused by the gesture that this girl had just made. He looked at her, eyes flashing with the same excitement that she had in hers. He could not wait for the fight to begin, and as such, he said the only response that was warranted. Raising a single eyebrow, he said:

“I’ll take that as a challenge…”