Monica Ricci’s opponent for the European Super Cup semi-final has been determined to be Aaron Krüger from Germany.
The matches will be held once at home and once away.
Silently perusing online articles in the hyperloop heading towards the Olympiastadion Berlin.
[Arrest of suspects in the invasion and terror incident at the Ricci training center… Investigation into ‘contract killing’ possibility]
└ What the heck ㄷㄷ
└ Didn’t Na-me get hurt while training?
└ Controlling the crystal sphere is Evan’s job
└ Wow, the mafia’s involvement makes Italy’s security a serious matter
└ Right? No matter how much NoName is, it doesn’t make sense for a 6-circle barrier to be pierced as if it were paper
└ Is it you again who foresaw the incident and wrapped it up with minimal damage?
As the assassination case of Monica Ricci was revealed, training centers around the world began emergency checks.
A dangerous technique that could disguise an accidental death during a duel.
If the parties involved didn’t take sufficient precautions, such incidents could happen anywhere, anytime.
And at this moment, the most vexed person would undoubtedly be Duke Ricci.
Here’s how the incident unfolded.
Duke Ricci, who had quietly intended to identify the culprit while keeping it under wraps.
It was a crucial time before an important match, and news of investigations into a celebrity would undoubtedly leak into the media…
He requested an investigation through the police anonymously, but ended up being grossly ‘sidelined.’
Eventually, the chief of the Milan Police came under investigation for bribery and endured the humiliation of being interrogated day and night.
With the public authorities, which should protect life and property, failing to function properly, the Italian people could not hide their dismay.
However, the aspect that caught the attention of the foreign public was something else.
“Hey, you were on the news.”
“Oh! Where?”
The girl next to me, who had been spacing out, leaned in.
[Video of the mafia hostage situation at San Raffaele Hospital released… ‘Overwhelmed’ by being the hostage-taker]
[Italian mafia gun hostage situation… “Heaven Saetbyeol quickly subdued the hostage-taker”]
└ Go cat!
└ What’s King Della doing over there? LOL
└ Was she from the Innocent Strength too? The external manifestation strength is terrifying
└ She just choked that guy out with her aura
└ That’s so cool LOL I’m rooting for Heaven Saetbyeol
└ Even having a gun is powerless before her tail…
“Just getting the last hit.”
“That’s a skill too, ahem.”
Saetbyeol’s nose was raised high in the air.
As a result, the status of the mafia plummeted to the ground.
In the mafia’s stronghold, this farce of being put down by a girl who hadn’t even reached adulthood took place.
The honor they painstakingly built was tarnished overnight.
“Don’t tell me they’ll take revenge?”
“There are so many eyes watching. Do they really want to take on the Luohan family?”
Those petty thugs, who are only muddling through at a local level, surely couldn’t afford to turn such lunatics like the Mudang Sect into enemies.
The once devoted member of the organization could only forget quickly and continue doing whatever they were doing.
“Na-me Unni, look! I got an ad offer. Should I try it out?”
“A cat food commercial…?”
“Uh-huh. I think it would be super fun. If the food makes you burst with tiger energy, you know?”
“Hey, then that’d be a big deal…!”
Saetbyeol grinned mischievously.
“If you were to be an ad model, I can’t even imagine what script they might give you.”
“I’ll say yes to anything. Action, comedy, romance, all nonsense included!”
“You’ve never even experienced love, what romance are you talking about?”
“Hey, I can totally do it without knowing!”
“Then maybe try shooting a Dream Stone ad next time.”
“Oh?”
I nonchalantly gazed at the hologram screen.
“I won’t interfere with whatever you do, but… I’d rather you did your first ad at Janjeol.”
“Ugh.”
“Will that be okay?”
Right now, Heaven Saetbyeol is still in high school, so she’s under my company.
But once she turns an adult and gradually rises to fame, she’ll probably move to a bigger entertainment company.
Thinking that it’s less than a year we’ll be traveling the world together makes me feel a bit bittersweet.
I closed the hologram window and quietly closed my eyes.
“Of course, that’s my job. You’re not thinking of anything else, are you?”
An unexpected reply returned.
“No, that’s not it. I just didn’t know you were interested.”
“Of course, I’m interested! Do you have any idea how much money Janjeol makes in a year? Of course, they’ll pay hefty model fees, hehe.”
“Oh, was that it?”
Is money really that great?
I smiled wryly seeing Saetbyeol’s happy face.
What matters is that there’s a connection, whether it be money or anything else.
She looked at me and gave a thumbs up.
“If you pay a lot, I could be an underwear model exclusively for your company.”
“Ugh, go away. I don’t want that. What’s Janjeol, Maxim?”
“Ah! I’m still a little shy about being a nude model…”
“Just die.”
Bam!
“Ughhhh!”
I flicked Saetbyeol on the forehead and got ready to pack my bags.
Finally, we arrived at Berlin, where the European Super Cup semi-final first leg is taking place.
As we got out, Professor Cheon looked wide-eyed at Saetbyeol’s forehead.
“Saetbyeol, did you bump your head while sleeping? You’ve got a big bump on your forehead.”
“Daddy! Na-me Unni hit me again!”
“Na-me, didn’t I tell you never to use violence against family, no matter what?”
“Tch, why do you always do that to me… Uh-oh, no! No blowing hot air at family!”
While one injury occurred during the transfer, anyway.
*
Internet broadcasting is always a battle for content.
The agony of wondering how to present something new to the viewers accompanies it.
And from my experience, collaborations through connections have never been wrong.
[NoName]
[Just Chatting – I’m here to support Monica Ricci! (Berlin Stadium)]
[Broadcasting Time – 0:31:07]
[Number of Viewers – 2,392,589]
In Monica Ricci’s waiting room.
“Hmmm, it’s late…”
Unfortunately, the main participant is absent.
While waiting for Monica, I read the chat window with Giselle Fischer.
-🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝
-Transform Monica Ricci into tomato spaghetti!
-Reminds me of World War II, oh Germany
└ You guys lost too, dumbass LOL
└ The average intelligence of Italians is just like that, huh? LOL
-There’s a mana bath in the waiting room, cool!
-Na-me or Na-me, did you not notice there’s beer in the fridge?
-Na-me, the sunglasses suit you well!
-Where the hell is Ricci? Why hasn’t he shown up yet?
-Guess Aaron Krüger ran away because he was scared LOL
Currently, about a million Italian viewers are logged in.
And a million more viewers from Italy fervently hoping for their victory were vying to watch.
Click!
A blonde girl hurriedly enters the waiting room.
Lying on the sofa, I raised my arm to greet her.
“Took you long in the bathroom. Did your stomach hurt a lot, Monica?”
“Hey! I, I didn’t go to the bathroom!”
“There’s nothing there except the storage room besides the bathroom.”
“Anyway, I didn’t go to the bathroom! You shouldn’t say such things to a lady, NoName!”
Monica vehemently denied, her face turning bright red.
Teenage girls really have their sensitive moments.
Monica huffed and conducted a wand inspection with a flourish.
Whizzing-whizzing-whizzing…
Three small magic circles of the 1st circle continuously intertwined like snakes.
Then she glared at Giselle’s outfit adorned with the German flag and said.
“Wait, what are you doing, Giselle Fischer! Why are you wearing Krüger’s uniform? Aren’t you here to cheer for me?”
“They said your uniform is out of stock.”
“Oh… Then I guess there’s nothing to be done… But when you’re in the audience, could you at least take it off subtly?”
Giselle shyly wrapped her arms around her chest.
“There’s only a bra inside.”
“Ha. Then wear it or don’t. It’s up to you…”
– What’s with the quick acceptance? LOL
– If Monica felt good since the uniform was sold out, that’s a plus
– No way LOL Are you messing around?
– Both of them are so cute LOL
– Are these kinds the last resort…?
– Is she trying to mentally attack me? LOL
– AAAAAAAAAAAA NoName, you bet on Germany, didn’t you?!
Jokes aside, I stood before Monica with a serious expression.
“Whew.”
She gulped in understanding that it was time.
Has Monica finally overcome her trauma?
If memories could easily be forgotten, I wouldn’t have had such struggles myself.
Perhaps she might never break free from her mother’s shadow.
“If I can’t forget it, I’ll have to face it.”
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Being defeated in a match is the most shameful thing.”
“Let me know when you’re ready, Monica.”
“Phew. Ha. Phew. Ha.”
Monica’s rough breathing filled the broadcast.
– Whoa!
– What’s with the moans?
– This is really too suggestive!
– Fwaaaaah!
– What is she trying to do?
“I’m totally ready! NoName, let’s go! Right now!”
Swish!
Gritting her teeth, Monica turned her cheek toward me.
Bam!
With her aura enwrapped, I delivered a powerful slap to her cheek.
It felt like waves of aura emanated from the center of her cheek, creating an optical illusion.
– ??????
– ????
– Wait, wait, wait, what?
– ?????
– NoName, what are you doing????!!!
For a moment, Monica lost her balance and staggered, screaming even louder.
“Are you kidding? That didn’t even hurt! Hit me harder!”
BAM!
Blood spurted from the other cheek this time.
Monica caressed her bruised cheek and resolutely rose again.
The thin barrier wrapped around her face shattered like glass.
“Want to hit harder!”
“Yes! It doesn’t even itch!”
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Three consecutive slaps delivered with force.
Unable to withstand the final blow, Monica’s body flew to the corner of the waiting room.
She collapsed into a pile of empty boxes.
Her condition was absolutely deplorable.
If Duke Ricci had seen it, he would have clutched his neck and fainted.
Monica dunked her face into the steeling pool to somewhat heal her bloodied cheek.
“Phew, this taste of blood… This is my transition.”
She wiped the blood flowing from her mouth with her arm.
What Monica Ricci needed was not composure but surging adrenaline.
Having transformed from a graceful lady into a warrior crazed with slaughter.
I grabbed her head with both hands and shook it back and forth.
“Listen well, Monica.”
“I’m listening!”
“Aaron Krüger will always try to disrupt your force field. You can’t back down in spirit!”
“I will NEVER back down!”
“You have better magic. Your casting is faster. But if that guy, like a madman, rushes in believing his turbulent force field is good, then you also show him what you’re made of. Let him know who won the Europa this year.”
“Of course I’ll show him! That bastard’s dead!”
Continuing her monologue, Monica exited the waiting room.
“Super disruptive…”
She chewed her bothersome hair and then bit it off.
Thu-thud!
A shiny clump of golden hair was roughly ripped out.
[Italy, Monica Ricci.]
“Waaaaahhhh!”
As Monica Ricci entered the training arena, a thunderous roar erupted.
“Whew… I hope she does well. She’s definitely skilled.”
I picked up a mop and started cleaning up the blood stains that Monica had spilled on the floor.
Giselle didn’t seemed particularly surprised at my storm-like self-brainwashing.
“Looks like you prepared too?”
“It’s basic.”
“Honestly, Monica has a tendency to be meek. She needs a stronger resolve when competing.”
“I think she was raised delicately.”
– D-d-d-d-d-d-d
– What, what did I just see?
– I thought she was dead from a slap.
– NoName is scary; I can hardly breathe…
– Her skin is literally shredded raw; she’s not fazed at all?
– NoName is not human… like, seriously not…
– Today’s lesson: Don’t mess with magic duel athletes.
– Look at her gaze; she’s truly ready to kill.
*
While waiting peacefully in the audience, I was quietly anticipating the match.
[Monica Ricci(Italy)] [100% | 100%]
[Aaron Krüger(Germany)] [100% | 100%]
“I have no interest in being hit, Unni.”
Heaven Saetbyeol suddenly began saying something weird.
“I’m not into hitting either.”
“Liar.”
