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"I don't know why I accepted that weird old man's proposal…"
Manationia stood there in the arena, watching the entire place there was a red-feathered guy right in front of her holding a red and black spear with his tentacles. He looked like he was insane, laughing at her.
"Geheheh, little girl, why did you get in here? You'll get killed! Forfeit now if you don't want me to stabby stab you!" he said. His beak was red and black, and he seemed to be a psycho.
"Ugh…" Manationia sighed.
The man was holding a spear that was infused with magic, although he wasn't even that talented himself, she could barely feel any mana from him, which his spear constantly drained from him.
"Is that a cursed weapon?" she wondered.
