Chapter 7: Puffy and flat.

Crunch.

The sound of grinding teeth accompanied Goddess Adikia’s swift kick to her contractor, Malcolm.

Crunch.

The same sound, but from a different source.

Malcolm’s side caved in where Adikia’s foot struck.

“S-Sorry… Urk…!”

“While I’m humiliated in front of that trash, you just stand there?”

The irony of a 190cm giant being dominated by a barely 160cm woman was stark, but with Adikia’s divine power binding Malcolm’s body, it wasn’t surprising.

Each kick, infused with divine energy, broke something new—ribs snapped, liver ruptured, lungs collapsed. Malcolm, unable to bear the pain, passed out and died, but this was the arena where no one truly dies.

There was no escape.

Reviving only led him deeper into hell. Trembling in fear, Malcolm groveled on the floor.

“I’m sorry, Lady Adikia, I’m sorry, Lady Adikia, I’m sorry, Lady Adikia…”

“F*ck, I picked you up as an SR, and you couldn’t last a second? Did you fake your rank?”

Adikia fumed, vowing to recheck his rank after the tournament and turn him into compost if she found any lies. But Malcolm could do nothing.

Adikia’s divine power had complete control over him.

Her power had been the sweet temptation that led him to betray his original goddess, Dike, for a chance at awakening his talents… but this wasn’t a chance.

It was a cliff he’d been pushed off.

Ughhh.

As Malcolm’s wrung-out neck snapped and he revived again, Adikia kicked him away.

“Get out of my sight!”

Watching him scramble to gather his gear and flee only fueled her rage.

“Dike… Dike… Dike… Dike…!”

Everything had been going perfectly.

Stealing Dike’s contractor, who was teetering at 130 points, and using a lackey to sell her a junk reincarnation truck for an inflated price.

A 250 million ether isekai truck?

Worth maybe 25 million at best—a piece of garbage with barely any contract potential.

She’d jacked up the interest rate to bury any chance of Dike’s comeback, but somehow, Dike had landed a real monster.

Adikia had dismissed it at first, but now it was clear: a genuine SSR.

From physical movements to mindset, Yoo Da-hee was on another level from ordinary humans.

Adikia stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall.

By human or even goddess standards, she was stunningly beautiful.

Her body… smaller than Dike’s, but…

Crunch.

When she walked the mortal world, no one could take their eyes off her. Yet Yoo Da-hee’s gaze didn’t waver.

All she got was a chop from Parashu.

At first, she thought it was the dwarf’s axe, but no.

It was purely Yoo Da-hee’s power.

Why did trash like Dike get such a contractor?

It had only been a few days since she’d pawned off that junk truck.

If she’d waited a bit longer, she could’ve stripped Dike’s participation rights and erased her completely.

Dike’s sanctimonious act—pretending to be just, merciful, and wise—could’ve been exposed, but the plan was already ruined.

At this rate, Dike’s contractor, Yoo Da-hee, was likely to secure mid-tier or higher.

The only silver lining was the penalty limiting her main weapon to one use, but Adikia’s gut told her that wasn’t enough to rely on.

Her original goal was to block Dike’s participation entirely, but she wasn’t unprepared.

A hologram flickered before Adikia’s eyes.

A list of divine gatherings appeared, including some with shadier purposes.

Sniping someone in the arena, for instance, was entirely possible.

Most gods, prideful to a fault, wouldn’t dream of alliances or targeting someone specific, but…

With enough points, plenty of gods in the arena would do it without hesitation.

-ADK: Put out a sniper contract for this tournament. Condition: eliminate before 50th place. Final blow gets 20 arena points.

ㄴWhoa, 20 points is huge! That’s like 20 free wins~

ㄴWho pissed off our goddess so bad…? Oops, my bad~

ㄴPass, skipping this tournament for personal reasons.

ㄴMe! Me! Me! Let me do it!

The sweet lure of 20 points tossed to the point-hungry fiends of the arena.

ㄴSo who’s the target? Top 10 contractors are tough as hell.

ㄴLmao, last time I took a bad contract, my contractor got one-shotted into fried chicken. Revived him with extra divine power, but the enemy just stood there watching;; Creepy as f*ck. Didn’t even break even.

-ADK: Dike Astraea’s contractor, Yoo Da-hee.

ㄴWhat? Searched her up, some no-name goddess… Oh sh*t, the naked axe guy? [Photo] Tube link: https://~

ㄴHoly f*ck, those moves are insane. SR couldn’t even react, just sliced up;;

ㄴChopping a goddess while scanning for interruptions, those eyes are f*cking terrifying. Madara vibes?

ㄴI’m a martial god, and just her physical skills are beyond SR. Early to mid-SSR, depending on her goddess’s abilities. That axe work is pure combat instinct, no fixed style, adapting on the fly.

ㄴDefinitely not a normal human… A returnee? Are there still ones like her? That kind of instinct makes it hard for even assassin-type contractors to get close.

ㄴBut it feels like she’s a one-trick physical fighter. This tournament’s U.R.F theme~ Grab a good spot, farm items, and you can drop meteors in 10 minutes, ez clap.

ㄴU.R.F mode? Full AD builds can block approaches with spatial rifts and soul-rape enemies lol.

ㄴWhere do you even hear this stuff?

ㄴAlmost said I know an angel in the Administration lol…

Moments later, the arena’s broadcast blared.

[The 221st Earth Arena Tournament begins now!]

[This tournament’s theme: Ultra Rapid Fire]

Knowing the arena’s theme in advance was no small feat—definitely not an ordinary group.

-ADK: Two minutes till start. Any gods in?

ㄴMe! Me! I’m in!

ㄴDon’t trust this guy. He’ll just feed the enemy XP and trigger a king’s return lol.

ㄴInterested ones are probably all poking around. Shared it in other rooms, and tons of gods are biting. Usually scraping 2-3 points, so a 20-point job’s got everyone’s attention.

-ADK: How many?

ㄴAt least 20? This match has a ton of snipers. Since the target’s got a penalty, even the ones who hate sniping are sniffing around.

ㄴF*ck, don’t steal my meal! Let me have it!

ㄴ20 points, yum! Thanks for the feast~

At least 20 out of 100 gunning for a snipe.

It was a big loss upfront, but if it could take Dike down, it was worth it, Adikia thought.

She smirked as she deposited the points.

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U.R.F.

Unlimited mana, near-instant spell casts, doubled physical abilities, and item drops boosted by over 500%—a true cheat mode.

Crushing early?

Give the enemy a moment, and the guy running with a pistol comes back driving a tank.

That chaos unfolds across the entire field… according to the guide.

Yoo Da-hee’s plan to thin numbers early before others powered up was now impossible.

A Dragon Slave highlight from the last match could fly at her while she’s spacing out.

“Hieee!”

As Dike’s face paled staring at a suspicious hologram, Yoo Da-hee needed a plan, fast.

ㄴThanks for the points, yum~

ㄴMine, mine, mine, mine.

ㄴHeard this is a 20-point buffet?

ㄴSango Beam~ This goddess’s points look like her last shot lol.

The scrolling alerts looked bad.

“A bounty…! There’s a bounty on us…!”

“That’s illegal, right?”

“Not in the arena… Teaming up is a valid strategy…”

“So targeting someone for a kill is fair game?”

What a f*cked-up situation.

On Earth, this would’ve gotten a mass ban wave, but why do gods seem even pettier?

No need to guess who placed the bounty.

Only one person had that much malice toward them.

“That Adidas or Akidia b*tch.”

She was right there earlier, but now not a hair in sight.

Next time they met, Yoo Da-hee vowed to chop her into sashimi, not just pieces.

“…Why’s that goddess so obsessed with you?”

Adikia’s actions were unusually venomous.

Like sworn enemies on a narrow bridge, determined to crush her.

Dike scratched her cheek.

“Hehe… Well, I kinda… stole her golden apple…”

“Golden apple?”

What’s that? Dike explained.

“It’s something that determines a god’s avatar growth… like height, body shape… You can only eat one, and it’s super rare!”

Yoo Da-hee’s gaze scanned Dike.

Curves in all the right places, a statuesque Western ideal, and tall—175cm or more.

Then she recalled Adikia.

“Oh.”

Pretty face, but… compared to Dike, her body was lacking.

160cm…

A fight between an adult and a child. One side can’t see their feet looking down; the other sees their ankles.

Adikia tried to compensate with accessories, but…

A battle of busty versus flat.

“Worthy of a bounty.”

Yoo Da-hee nodded.

Stealing someone’s growth plate? She’d have no defense even if shot in the head.

The root of all this was this goddess.

“Shouldn’t you go back, grovel, and finish that dogeza?”

Too late for that.

The deed was done, and like it or not, Yoo Da-hee was tied to Dike.

Only 10 seconds left.

“I… I believe in my contractor! F-Fighting!”

Dike clenched her fists, cheering unconvincingly, her anxious eyes betraying her.

Sighing, Yoo Da-hee glanced at the light enveloping her, closing and opening her eyes.

The scene shifted to a lush forest clearing bathed in sunlight.

[00:00]

[The match begins now.]

“Haa…”

Yoo Da-hee sighed.

This f*cked-up match just got f*cked-er.

…

[00:01]

Barely a second in, a dagger shot toward her neck.

The attacker, a man in frog-like camouflage—green, brown, black, khaki—blended into the forest.

A silent strike, invisible to most… but so what?

“Attacking with the sun at your back? What a dumbass.”

His shadow was plain as day.

Faster than the dagger, Parashu buried itself in the assassin’s head.

“First one down.”

The axe blade drank blood.