Extra Chapter: The Stadium Commentary (Or How the Audience Enjoyed the Show)

(Before Nick's Final Audit)

(Quick Recap. After surviving a skeleton janitor, corporate horrors, Dragon Slayer's redemption, and an encounter no sane adventurer should ever experience, Kaz's faction finally reached the executive lounge to recover. As they awaited the "final show," they discovered that even in the depths of madness, HR policies remained absolute... especially for one unfortunate blond mage. But now, something happened. A new wave of adventurers had arrived and immediately sat down. Yeah, the remaining adventurers who tried to go back. Nobody cared, except Kaz, who stood up from his sofa to ask some questions.)

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Kaz turned his head to check the rest of the absurd crowd filling the plush chairs. "Ok," Kaz muttered, his voice flat with profound, generation-defining exhaustion. "May someone with proper administrative clearance explain to me how exactly all of you arrived in this executive breakroom?"

Waterfall, the primeval water goddess, was already heavily slurring her words, leaning half-sideways over the armrest of a luxurious leather armchair while brandishing a massive glass of dark red wine that had literally appeared out of thin air. "A highly professional group of elite security-goblins wearing pristine tabards told us that the main northern wilderness exit was entirely blocked due to mandatory structural maintenance. Standard compliance protocol, you see."

Kaz blinked his eyes.

"Eh? Are you really speaking like a normal human being? What happened to you?" He asked, but the only answer he received was a "I don't know," before the goddess drank a sip of a glass of wine in front of him.

Meg, the explosive mage, sat right next to her on a leather love seat, staring blankly into the room while aggressively waving her wooden staff in small, dangerous circles. "I wanted to execute a high-impact concussive blast to clear the corporate barricade! I wanted to see the fragments fly!"

"But then," Waterfall continued, ignoring her completely and taking another long, slurring sip, "a very polite blonde elf with massive... multi-layered ballistic chest parameters appeared from the secondary corridor and guided us directly to this VIP lounge. She was extremely sympathetic. She gave us these complementary tubs of blue-tinted high-mana popcorn."

Kaz paused, his hand hovering over his own popcorn tub as his eyes drifted to the background. Niel, the corporate blonde elf, was currently standing next to the water cooler, systematically distributing chilled cups of blue carbonated fluids to a group of traumatized NPC clerics, smiling with the flawless efficiency of a senior customer service manager.

Kaz let out a long, quiet sigh. "Of course. Because why not? The human resources department of Ravenloft Holdings is terrifyingly thorough."

Suddenly, a massive, translucent holographic screen materialized on the main drywall of the lounge. A deep, mechanical tone echoed through the room as a prompt flashed in bright neon purple text:

[LIVESTREAM ACTIVATED: EXECUTIVE VIEWING OVERLAY. AUDIO ENVIRONMENT: ACCURATE DOLBY SURROUND 7.1].

Instantly, the sounds of the lower boss chamber filled the room with terrifying physical fidelity. The crisp, rattling breath of Nick down below, the dripping water, and the crushing, bass-heavy resonance of Kaito’s voice bounced off the drywall with perfect cinematic direction. It felt exactly like sitting in a premium theater, watching a high-budget tragedy unfold in real-time.

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While Kaz was adjusting to the sudden activation of Dolby Surround, Lucretia was desperately attempting to align her body with an empty rolling armchair near the central sofa.

She took a step back, her long, flowing wizard robes catching the edge of her wooden staff.

The premium armchair, responding to a localized anomaly in her luck parameters, slid backward with a harsh squeak across the thick beige carpet.

THUD.

Lucretia hit the spotless floor with a magnificent, uncoordinated splash of fabric and limbs. "Oof!"

"Are you functionally operational back there?" Jin asked from the sofa, not looking away from the screen as his single visible eye checked the cushions for any hidden yellow rubber gloves.

"C-Completely intact!" Lucretia announced, her face turning red as she scrambled back to her feet. She adjusted her glasses, dusted off her skirts, and approached the rolling chair a second time with extreme caution. She began to lower her center of gravity, keeping her eyes fixed on the seat.

The chair, operating under the rules of maximum slapstick efficiency, rolled backward exactly four inches.

THUD.

Another total, unmitigated collapse. "Oof!"

Kaz stopped chewing his popcorn, staring at her in absolute, motionless silence. "Lucretia. That is officially the third consecutive time you have failed to complete a basic 'sit down' command sequence."

Lucretia pulled herself up, her jaw set with a desperate, clumsy determination that defied the basic laws of physics. "The third time is a statistical guarantee! Watch me!"

Then she lunged forward, landing her torso in the center of the plush leather seat, and this time the chair groaned but held its ground.

"Victory". She smiled triumphantly, reaching over to grab a large paper cup of blue carbonated soda from the oak table.

The moment her fingers brushed the cardboard, her wide sleeve caught the edge of the armrest, and the cup tilted instantly, discharging three hundred milliliters of sticky, high-mana blue fluid directly into her lap, causing her to slip out of the leather padding and hit the floor once more.

THUD.

"Oof!"

Kashime didn't look back, his arms crossed tightly over his trench coat as Yeu adjusted herself on his knees. "Leave her alone, Kaz. The entity is performing at the absolute limit of her current mechanical capabilities. It’s an involuntary passive debuff."

The ancient vampire loli remained seated on Kashime’s lap like an immovable, hyper-dense statue of porcelain and dark fabric. Her small, pale fingers were tightly wrapped around her box of tomato juice, the silver straw crinkling as she inhaled the dark red liquid with a rhythmic, mechanical suction.

Slurp.

Yeu slowly lowered the juice box, her large, crimson irises fixing onto the massive Dolby Surround screen, looking at the kneeling, weeping figure of Nick down in the combat zone.

"Kashime," Yeu whispered, her voice carrying the absolute, chilling flatness of a primeval predator.

Kashime didn't alter his posture, his artificial eye whirring as it performed a rapid sweep of the lounge's furniture density. "Yes, Yeu?"

"The man down there," Yeu said, pointing a tiny, pale finger at the Chosen Hero on the screen. "He is disgusting."

"I am aware, Yeu," Kashime replied calmly. "His system boundaries have collapsed."

Yeu then took another slow, calculated sip from her straw, her small chest rising and falling against her dark dress. "Should we descend and terminate his file allocation immediately?"

"No," Kashime said, his tone entirely neutral. "There is no budget requirement for our intervention. The chosen one is already in serious trouble due to a complete lack of structural validation. He is literally deleting himself."

Yeu shortened her straw, her expression completely serious and analytical, and returned to her tomato juice with a quiet, regular slurp. "Yep. He must die." She said, adjusting herself on his lap.

The poor edgelord then felt a shiver of fear down his spine as he looked at the ED mage inside that cage.

"Yeah, right, but please, Yeu, get off me. I don't want to end like that mage in that cage." Kashime said, gently pushing her away.

Yeu pouted, clearly annoyed. "Right." She said before sitting in the chair to his right.

To their left, the Bunny Girl was leaning completely back in her leather chair, her right leg raised in an impossibly flexible angle as she casually used her foot to scratch behind her long, velvet left ear. She reached into Kaz's ethereal popcorn tub without asking, tossing three blue kernels into her mouth.

"These crispy white things are remarkably high-tier," the Bunny Girl remarked, her long ears twitching in a rhythmic sequence. "What exactly is the flavoring agent used in this batch?"

Kaz stared at her foot, then back at his tracksuit. "Mana, unpatched bugs, and deep, generation-defining economic depression."

The Bunny Girl chewed thoughtfully, her nose twitching with absolute, post-raid contentment. "Approved. Give me more."

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Further down the central seating arrangement, Light was leaning so far over the back of a plush leather couch that her heavy iron chest plates were making a harsh, grinding sound against the structure. The crusader was staring at the Dolby Surround display, her face flushed a deep, unhealthy shade of crimson, and breathing heavy and resonant beneath her steel gorgets.

"Look at how he treats him..." Light whispered, her hands trembling as she gripped the hilt of her greatsword with enough force to warp the leather wrapping. "The absolute, unfiltered depth of his clinical contempt... He is completely violating his professional dignity..."

Then, another masochistic orange-haired crusader named Dusk, who had appeared out of nowhere before the Dolby Surround, let out a low, shuddering sigh, her eyelids half-closed as she watched Kaito's shadow expand across the screen, the subwoofer in the corner vibrating to his footsteps. "Yes... The severity of his posture is completely optimized... The way he commands the temporal flow without a single verbal trigger... He is so incredibly severe, so dominant..."

"I wish..." Light breathed, her visor fogging up with her rapid breathing. "I wish I were currently occupying Nick's position on that combat grid. I want to be audited down to my frame data."

"I wish..." The other crusader countered, her fingers clawing at the leather padding. "I wish I were currently occupying the position of the masonry beneath his boots. I want to be compressed by his structural launch velocity."

Kaz slowly turned his torso around in his chair, his expression a mixture of profound concern and absolute, un-mitigated exhaustion. He stared at the two crusaders for five consecutive seconds.

"Ok," Kaz said, his voice dropping into a flat, administrative register. "Stop it. That's cringe. Both of you need to terminate this specific behavior module immediately. It is a massive violation of the platform's safety guidelines."

Light turned her pink face toward him, her visor clicking open by two inches. "Not even a single, high-velocity kick to our defensive barriers, Kaz? Just for a calibration test?"

"No," Kaz snapped.

Then, Dusk leaned closer, her fingers trembling against her greaves. "What about a single, heavy-handed administrative slap to our armor integrity? To check the durability metrics?"

"Absolutely not," Kaz said.

Light hesitated, her shoulders dropping. "A cold, unyielding gaze of total corporate disgust from the top of the dais? A temporary reduction in our narrative value?"

Kaz checked his own system interface, popping another kernel into his mouth. "Maybe. That might be within acceptable operational parameters."

The two crusaders immediately exchanged a swift, intense look of absolute triumph. Victory. Their breathing remained highly non-compliant, but they turned back to the screen with renewed focus.

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Waterfall had already managed to empty her massive glass of wine. She raised her hand, waving her fingers frantically to catch Niel’s attention near the water cooler.

The blonde elf immediately stepped forward, refilling the glass with a pristine, customer-oriented smile before gliding back to her station.

"You see," Waterfall slurred, her blue hair dipping directly into the red fluid as she leaned against the leather armrest. "I am a literal primeval deity of the celestial water stream. I have an immortal status registry. I should not be sitting on a comfortable leather sofa tracking the financial bankruptcy of a shonen protagonist. I should be inside a high-volume tavern. With an infinite supply of undiluted fermentation products." (Yep, she's a brand new character. Lol. Thanks, Brenda. Thanks, Ravenloft Holdings. Thanks, Kaito's influence.)

Meg, who had been sitting completely motionless next to her, was staring into the space of the room with wide, unblinking eyes. Her fingers were wrapped around her wooden staff, her knuckles white. "I just want to execute a localized concussive explosion on a significant piece of infrastructure. That is my only current objective."

Waterfall took a long, messy sip. "That’s everything? No grand ambitions regarding the celestial sphere?"

"That is everything," Meg confirmed, her voice dead and monotone. "I want to see things detonate in accordance with proper animation frame-rates."

On the Dolby screen, Nick’s desperate, unhinged scream bounced through the audio channels with incredible surround-sound positioning: "I’m the victim here, you know! And I'm supposed to slay the evil without any particular difficulty!"

Meg’s eye flashed beneath her leather patch. She instantly raised her staff, the tip glowing with a jagged, unstable red spark. "Kaz. Can I perform a terminal blast sequence on his head? Can I make him go boom right now through the screen? Pleeeeaseeee~!"

"No, Meg," Kaz said, not looking back as he reached into his tracksuit pocket.

"A small, low-budget explosion with minimal smoke render-distance?" Meg pleaded, her voice cracking slightly. "A minor audio effect?"

"No," Kaz said firmly.

Meg slowly lowered her staff, her shoulders slumping into an expression of deep, unmitigated disappointment. She stared at the beige carpet. "I absolutely loathe this specific sector. The administrative restrictions are tyrannical."

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Luna, the dark elf, was the only entity on the central leather couch who was not participating in the consumption of high-mana snacks.

She sat perfectly straight, her legs crossed in an impeccable, professional configuration that suggested a high-tier military background. In her left hand was a small, leather-bound notebook; in her right, a silver fountain pen that was moving across the parchment with a harsh, scratching velocity.

Her sharp, purple eyes had not detached from Kaito’s figure through the observation screen for a single frame since the phase transition had begun. It looked as if she were witnessing the most important event of her life.

Kaz tilted his head, leaning over from his seat to peer at the page. "Luna. Are you... Are you currently drafting a fictional narrative down there? What is that script?"

"I am documenting," Luna replied, her voice completely devoid of emotion, her pen not slowing down for a fraction of a second. "I am compiling a comprehensive performance portfolio."

"A portfolio of... what?" Kaz scratched the back of his head.

"Everything," Luna stated coldly. "The exact decimal intonation of his vocal delivery. The duration of his psychological silences between sentences. The microscopic movement of his fingers precisely 0.4 seconds before he triggers a meta-grade system restriction. It is a masterclass in structural optimization."

Kaz stared at the neat rows of cursive script covering the parchment. "Are you... Are you taking notes for a future job interview with the dark guild?"

Luna paused her pen for exactly one frame, and her sharp, elegant face turned toward Kaz, her purple eyes holding a terrifying clarity before she returned to her writing. "Yes, of course. A professional entity must always optimize its market mobility. His time-management metrics are completely flawless. He does not waste a single kinetic movement. He does not utilize an unnecessary syllable. He understands precisely when to inflict psychological degradation and when to deliver a physical strike. Moreover, he is so damn hot."

In that moment, a dry chuckle escaped Kashime's lips. "You sound remarkably in love, dark elf."

The temperature in the executive lounge instantly plummeted by several degrees. Luna’s pen completed a sharp, aggressive vertical line on the parchment.

"I am not only in love, mercenary. It's way more than that," Luna hissed, her voice dripping with an absolute, icy precision that could pierce mid-tier leather armor. "I am... thoroughly impressed. There is a massive structural difference between an emotional attachment and a mechanical evaluation of a senior supervisor."

Then, her pen resumed its hyper-velocity scratching across the paper, the lines forming a perfect diagram of Kaito's casting trajectories. "Extremely impressive. His administrative ceiling is unprecedented. And he is the only entity in this world who managed to create proper toilets."

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Down below, Nick’s frantic gaslighting reached its ultimate peak as his voice drifted through the audio-comms interface in crystal-clear Dolby Surround: "...I was finally saving the most beautiful girl from her pathetic, miserable routine! Lucy wanted me! She chose my lifestyle over his poverty!"

After that, everyone kept listening to his 'tragic' backstory, until the moment Mordecai said: "Did she know about your erectile dysfunction when she 'chose' you?" Followed by the revelation about how the chosen one had drugged her.

Luna’s pen came to an instantaneous, dead stop in the middle of a complex paragraph regarding Kaito's mana distribution.

"Interesting," Luna murmured, her crimson eyes narrowing as she analyzed the text data overlay on the wall screen. "The entity has just provided an explicit, uncoerced verbal admission regarding his historical attempt to utilize chemical substances to compromise a female entity's cognitive defenses for a non-consensual physical interaction."

The whole crowd fell silent after hearing that revelation.

Luna’s pen clicked against the parchment as she began a new section in her notebook. "This is a significant data point for the asset evaluation. I am logging it under the primary index."

She wrote with a swift, sharp cursive: [SUBJECT: NICK. RE-CLASSIFICATION: FAILED PREDATOR.]

"KILL HIM, DARK LORD! KILL FART BOY, PLEASE! HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO LIVE!" Kaz shouted, munching his ethereal popcorn in pure rage.

"Killing him would be a gift. He deserves even worse things." Kashime said, his hand reaching for his magic revolver.

"I'll personally ask my shadow army to rip his limbs without anesthesia," Jin said, his voice filled with disgust.

Everyone completely hated the Chosen One.

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Meanwhile, Waterfall took a massive, unsteady gulp from her third glass, her blue hair now completely soaked in red wine. "Y-you know... speaking of chemical non-compliance... I once got entirely drunk on divine nectar and attempted to annihilate a high-tier freshwater fish forcefully. *hic*"

Meg blinked her one exposed eye, looking over. "How exactly did that narrative arc conclude, goddess?"

Waterfall let out a long, tragic sigh, her forehead slamming against the polished oak coffee table with a hollow clunk. "The fish won the engagement. Its aquatic physics outperformed my coordination metrics. It was an absolute humiliation."

—

The blue holographic overlay flashed through the observation screen: [UNSKIPPABLE VILLAIN CUTSCENE (META-GRADE)]. Nick was instantly frozen three inches off the ground, locked in his awkward lunging posture, while Kaito began his slow, precise circle around his frozen gear parameters.

The Bunny Girl tossed another handful of popcorn into her mouth, her long ears tilting forward as she stared down into the grey, monochrome plane through the display. "Why exactly has the Chosen boy ceased all kinetic movement? Is his interface encountering a high-latency server error?"

Kaz adjusted his posture on the couch, leaning his head back against the leather padding. "No. He is currently undergoing a forced administrative audit regarding his structural safety parameters."

The Bunny Girl’s nose twitched in confusion. "What exactly is an audit? Is it a high-tier holy magic spell?"

"No," Kaz explained, his voice flat. "It is a form of pure, unadulterated bureaucratic torture designed to systematically destroy an employee's mental stability through the application of rules, regulations, and frame-data reviews."

The Bunny Girl chewed slowly, her long left ear dropping to the side. "That sounds remarkably tedious and devoid of entertainment value."

"It is," Kaz said, pointing at the comms feed. "That is the entire point of the skill. It inflicts psychosomatic damage through pure, unmitigated annoyance."

The Bunny Girl nodded once, completely accepting the logic, and reached back into the oak table for another handful. "Ok. That is a very solid strategic choice. I approve."

—

The grey mist rolled across the arena floor, visible through the glass window, and the system notification boomed in surround sound: [SKILL ACTIVATION: GHOSTING: LITERAL EDITION]. The high-school phantom appeared, its smartphone face flashing as it delivered the ultimate, unmitigated psychological strike: "Nick? What's wrong? Oh... do you remember when you pooped yourself in middle school, and everyone called you 'Poopy-boy' for the next month? Do you remember when you brought your mother to your first date with a girl?"

Down in the pit, Nick let out a terminal, world-shaking shriek of pure existential agony that rattled the lounge's subwoofer: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Up in the lounge, Kaz swallowed some saliva after witnessing such a terrifying skill. "Holy sh*t..." Kaz muttered.

Meanwhile, Yeu slowly inhaled the very last drop from her tomato juice box, the silver straw letting out a long, dry gurgle that signaled it was empty.

Slurp... crunch.

She systematically folded the cardboard box into a neat, compressed rectangle using her pale fangs and fingers, then turned her tiny head to look up into Kashime’s face.

"Kashime," Yeu whispered, her crimson irises completely still.

Kashime looked down at her, his trench coat rustling softly. "Yes, Yeu?"

"The Chosen Hero of the prophecy," Yeu said, her voice carrying the absolute, freezing weight of an ancient executioner. "He has just been historically confirmed to have experienced a total bowel-compliance failure during his early educational phase. He even pooped himself."

"It appears the data is unpatchable, Yeu," Kashime agreed.

"An entity that possesses that level of structural aesthetic deficit," Yeu stated, tossing the flat cardboard box into Kaz’s spilled popcorn tub, "deserves to die solely for that specific baseline metric. His existence is an insult to the visual layout of this realm."

The silence on the leather sofa was heavy and absolute.

Kashime slowly nodded his head once. "I cannot provide a logical counter-argument to that assessment, Yeu..."

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[SKILL ACTIVATION: PLOT HOLE STRIKE]

The system buzzer sounded through the Dolby speakers with high treble focus, and the red holographic circle flashed around the hilt of [Sword of the Righteous Echo]. The moment Kaito exposed the logical plot hole regarding its goblin landfill origin, the legendary blade's golden runes blinked out, replaced by thick, rusty patches of scrap metal.

From deep within the audio feed, the weapon’s internal voice let out that high-pitched, nasally panic: "I'm scrap iron?! I'm not a fallen star?! My whole life is a lie!"

Waterfall burst into an uncontrolled, howling roar of laughter, her wine glass spilling dark red drops over the beige carpet lines. "HAHAHA! *hic* Even his own weapon completely loathes his character parameters! The steel is rejecting the contract!"

Meg shook her staff aggressively, her one exposed eye gleaming with intense, destructive joy. "Even the sword! Even the legendary artifact understands that its structural integrity is zero!

Lucretia, attempting to lean over the couch to see the monitor feed, once more completely miscalculated her balance. Her long robes tangled around the leather cushion, and her rolling chair flipped entirely upside down.

BOOM.

Lucretia hit the masonry head-first, her legs waving in the air near the ficus tree. "Me too! I loathe his character design as well!"

Nobody looked back at her. Jin's single eye continued to trace the room lines, and Kaz kept watching the pixels dissolve.

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