Don't Mind Me Living In Another World Certainly Not As The Hero

When i left the arena i met with the pit master who informed me that my rank had increased I was up from being a newbie and was now a 'fighter' the rank just meant I'd get to fight later and later in the day and against other experienced persons.

Just like in MMA the structure was the same.

I was no longer an amateur fighter, but I also wasn't quite a professional fighter.

Before I returned I asked when my next fight would be and again I was told "next week"

So started the next round of my life.

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And life carried on like this for months and then years.

I rose from being a fighter, to the point I was at now which was a true Gladiator.

I was fighting in the afternoons, and my opponents were tough as hell.

But as I grew older my dives into the dungeon also became harder, since I was still diving alone but if anyone heard that a fourteen year old kid was diving alone and on the twentieth floor they'd probably be trying everything in their power to recruit me.

After finishing the first ten floors the monsters I faced on the eleventh floor was the boss of the first floor the Gooler's.

And from the seventh floor on, I was encountering groupings of two monsters at a time, which meant I needed to keep my investment in my armor on lest I receive damage from the second while striking at the first.

And during my years of checking in at the guild I learned that the numbers would be increasing again after I cleared the twentieth floor.

The numbers would go up again with three monster groups starting to appear.

The greatest advantage of time was with my excellerated growth a number of my jobs had ranked up, and others had hit the level cap.

[Carter]

Job: Swordmaster 12 | Knight 22 | Hero 24 | Assassin 17 | Bounty Hunter 17 | Explorer 45

Unselected Jobs: Villager 50 | Senior Villager 50 | Village Chief 10 | Monk 4 | Herbalist 4 | Alchemist | Bandit 1 | Merchant 4

Special Points: 0 Ability: [Reset] | Appraisal | 6th Job | Exp x20 | 1/20 Exp | Sword 4 | Shield 2 | Helmet 2 | Armor 2 | Arms 2 | Legs 2 | Feet 2 | Accessory 2 | Chant Removal |

Overall my total SP had dropped since I had started taking on the more advanced job but the buff I received from having these higher jobs more than made up for the loss of points that would allow me to increase my xp gain rate but still even with Advanced jobs growing slower than the beginner or even intermediate jobs it didn't matter all to much for me, after years of being a combatant in the arena my following had grown and I even got a nickname thanks to the announcer, but my earned money from fighting and experience was also falling behind the rate of my growth within the arena from slaying humans.

And today was the day I was going to announce my retirement from the Arena.

I had lived here as a fighter for the last four years, and under my blade hundreds of men and women had met their end, their blood nourishing the sands of the arena.

I didn't fight every single week but still the rate at which I fought was certainly a very accelerated pace but given healing magic existed even when an injury was sustained a quick payment could get it fixed for you almost in an instant.

Having left the pit behind taking all of my belongings with me inside of my item box, I left the door unlocked, and reaching the main floor, walked to the counter.

"Welcome, oh if it isn't 'The Butcher' himself, what can I do for you?"

"Oh come on, enough with that nickname, I need to see the arena manager."

"Oh? One moment please I'll see if their available."

The arena manager was the one who ran the show, owned the arena and held all of our contracts.

As for my own, my contract terms were completed long ago and the only remaining step the terminate the contract was my announcing my retirement to the manager.

At first the malice in me thought they'd try to pull a fast one and declare the manager was out, preventing me from ending my contract.

But instead when the official returned the manager came with him.

"Goodday young man."

"Goodday manger."

This was not the first time I had met her, in fact I met her just a few days after my 2nd death match when she tried to take me on as a personal favorite by offering up items, equipment and training but I refused preferring to remain my own man.

"I take it this is why you're looking for me today?"

Raising her hand she held a rolled up scroll.

"That's right, i'd like to retire as a fighter, I feel I've done all I could and now it's time to go out and find a party whom I can fight with and try my hands at fighting monsters instead of men."

"He ha ha, don't worry kid you've already done enough of both, but I would offer a tidbit of wisdom to you, don't trust regular people in dungeons, go find a slave trader and make a party of fighters with your winnings that is the best way to advance in the dungeons at least until truly trustworthy friends can be found."

"Thank you manager, and thank you for letting me fight all this time."

"Oh ho ho ho don't worry, we made more then enough money off of your swords so no hard feelings, we expected you to quit long ago after you started making 'real' money."

"Ah."

Scratching my cheek as her words were not about the money I was making in the arena but instead about my placing bets on myself for my own matches.

Technically frowned upon but hey if it was done through a broker I myself was not making the bets and it wasn't throwing the matches either so who cares.