Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

"You are right." Lenari nodded, and then changed the subject, "The premise is that our strength is equal."

"You are S-class, I am super-class, there is nothing unequal." The voice and tone of the Dark Lord are very distinctive, low and slow, and it is hard to tell whether it is a man or a woman. There is a kind of gentleness that makes people with impatient temperaments anxious.

"You are wrong. There is a very wide range of levels above S-class and super-class." Lenari, who had a good initial impression of the Dark Lord, explained seriously, "As far as I know, there are only three people on the Green Star."

"..." The Dark Lord, who was wearing a hooded cloak and a full-face mask without revealing a trace of skin, was silent for a moment, and said with a sudden realization, "And you are one of them."

"Yes." Lenari nodded affirmatively.

"..." After another moment of silence, the Dark Lord sighed, "Since I bear the name of 'Dark Lord', I will not allow myself to not be the strongest in the dark system... Let's do it."

After the words fell, the deep dark power surged in the Dark Lord's body, as if he was about to turn into darkness.

"It's a Purifier?" Lenari was quite surprised.

Previously, the Dark Lord was more like a person with different blood, a person with different powers, or a magician in her perception. She didn't expect that he was a Purifier...

However, this did not affect Lenari, the embodiment of the concept of "darkness", to suppress the "lower level of the same attribute".

Without seeing her do anything, the power surging in the Dark Lord suddenly stagnated, and then it died down unstoppably, and it was no longer possible to mobilize it.

"..." Feeling the power of his own "silence" one after another, the Dark Lord laughed bitterly, "Isn't he even qualified to fight..."

"According to the Purifier, the concept level is 'God'." Lenari said calmly.

"...Is that so...It's actually like this..." The Dark Lord muttered to himself, and there was a bit of trance and enlightenment in his slow and hoarse voice.

"...Although I don't know much about your situation," Lenari tilted his head, "but my goal is the arena itself, and by the way, I want to make myself known on the dark web... If you are willing to cooperate, you can get out alive."

"..." The Dark Lord barely focused on the present, "This is the Scarlet Arena, and at least one person is destined to die on both sides of the fight."

"This rule will change soon." Lenari said.

"..." After pondering for a moment, the Dark Lord agreed, "What should I do?"

"Don't do anything." Lenari said, "It's best not to watch or listen, completely cut off perception, and find a corner to stay quietly."

Lenari was not sure what it would be like if she and the Scarlet Arena fought...

She was no longer a novice, and she understood that the essence of conceptual power was that it would "contaminate" the "ordinary things" below the conceptual level.

This kind of pollution is essentially the radiation and infiltration of higher-level "information". The more "observation", the more serious and rapid the pollution.

The Dark Lord was silent, then simply said "OK", sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and bowed his head in meditation.

Lenari was too lazy to confirm whether the other party had cut off the perception as he/she said. Anyway, if he/she did not listen to the advice and "peeked", he/she would be the only one who would be unlucky.

Pure darkness spread from Lenari's feet, tentatively infecting the ground of the arena that seemed to be compacted with gravel and soil.

Simple "infiltration" did not seem to arouse the vigilance of the Scarlet Arena... or the degree of "infiltration" was not enough...

Closing his eyes to sense the situation where the darkness passed, Lenari dyed the entire "arena" black step by step.

After a pause, the Scarlet Arena was still silent and did not give any unusual response.

Seeing this, Lenari took a breath and pulled the "output power" to the maximum.

Absolute black, like a flood that broke through the dam, suddenly flooded the "audience seats" and then spread towards the "sky" with fangs and claws.

…

The moment the invisible barrier that wrapped around the edge of the audience seats was broken by the black, the seemingly dead scarlet arena trembled violently.

The darkness that seemed to be just black before finally revealed its hideous nature.

The invisible dark tentacles clung to the "stomach wall" of the scarlet arena, and Lenari struggled to resist the sudden repulsion to prevent herself from being "vomited" out and falling into some bad place.

The resistance of the scarlet arena was far more violent than Lenari had expected beforehand, but her own strength seemed to be far greater than she had expected...

——You can win.

Intuitively coming to this conclusion, Lenari gave up her body that was in the way, turned into darkness and merged into the darkness, indistinguishable from each other.

…

The darkness was like the roots of weeds, stubbornly taking root in the hard and barren soil of the scarlet arena.

Not enough, not enough...

While Lenari struggled to resist the increasingly strong repulsionand digesting it, while struggling to summon the power of the dark realm.

More, I want more...

...

In the gap of the fierce confrontation, Lenari vaguely sensed a familiar power.

That was a power very similar to the unknown source that still replenished the Death Scythe endlessly, making it difficult for it to be swallowed up by darkness. It was the root of the Scarlet Arena.

——If it is eroded together with that source, the Scarlet Arena will become her plaything.

Such a realization flashed through Lenari's consciousness that was tired of fighting.

Then, do it.

The desire to win was completely aroused by the high-intensity confrontation, and Lenari decided to give it a try.

Come on.

I am darkness.

I can be stronger.

...

In the ancient city of Feffer, the back garden of a monastery of the Church of Light.

During the lunch break, Lucia found Fitz, who was sitting quietly in the pavilion, not sure if he was admiring the flowers or just daydreaming, and asked worriedly, "Do you know where Lenari went? I haven't seen her for two consecutive days..."

Fitz, who was always slow, lowered his head and picked up the black cat squatting at his feet: "... Don't worry, she is cleaning up the Scarlet Arena, it will take some time."

——It's cool but not cold, so comfortable!

This was Lucia's first reaction.

After coming to her senses, she shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of this sudden and very impolite thought.

"..." Fitz silently rubbed the black cat's head, and a pair of airplane ears appeared on the spot.

Because the feeling was too comfortable, she was inadvertently immersed in it for a moment. When she came to her senses, Lucia quickly broke free from Fitz's arms and jumped onto the stone railing that could be used as a bench. She forced herself to focus on the business: "Scarlet Arena? Did she receive another Scarlet War Letter?"

"Yeah." Fitz nodded gently, "Don't worry, after this time, it's once and for all."

"Is that so... Thank you for telling me, I still have to go to class, I'm leaving first." After saying that, Lucia disappeared into the flowers as if she was escaping.

"..." Fitz was silent.

——You just got out of class and haven't even had lunch yet...