Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?

"Good to see you arrive in one piece, beast tamer. Apologies for the sparse sleeping conditions, I'm not used to having guests."

"Uh..."

"Ah, if you're curious as to why I am now speaking Hoof Speech to you, it's because I remembered having a [Language Scroll] in my vaults."

"Of course."

...

'Clearly lying, but let's not bring any attention to that.'

...

When Zhen Liu was brought to the "Kaijin Lord's" private box, he was expecting to find the man surrounded by an entourage of monsters or pleasure slaves whose whole purpose in life was to do nothing but cater to his whims.

Instead, Zhen Liu found that the private box was more or less a single, opulent stone throne with some small end tables with refreshments on them.

Right next to this ensemble, Zhen Liu could see a hastily constructed chair made from the local trees.

One could assume that this was a negotiation tactic of some kind, a display of obvious dominion over the other. However, in Zhen Liu's eyes, this display just seemed...oddly lonely.

...

'Sympathy for the devil seems applicable here,' Zhen Liu mused. 'But let's just play the part before doing anything further.'

...

"I didn't mind at all," Zhen Liu lied while taking on the role of a humble servant. "I would often have to sleep with my master's pets in places conducive for their growth, so I know a couple of tricks that can make even the stiffest of floors quite comfortable."

"That's good to hear," the Kaijin Lord nodded in understanding. "Feel free to eat some of the refreshments here by the way, they're just some simple things that I had one of the more educated slaves whip up."

"Oooh."

The refreshments in question consisted mainly of small baked goods, some local fruits that had been thoroughly purified and...ice cream.

"Huh..."

Evidently, Zhen Liu's staring at the ice cream was quite obvious to the Kaijin Lord, to the point that the latter decided to ask about it.

"Is this your first time seeing ice cream, Mister Beast Tamer?"

"Not exactly, I'm just trying to figure out where you got the milk. I didn't see any cows or goats around here," Zhen Liu honestly observed.

"We actually keep a small flock of sheep on a nearby pasture. Can't have the slaves getting any ideas in regards to their living conditions."

"Ah...makes sense."

...

'Note to self, try the sheep ice cream...assuming it's not poisoned.'

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"Anyways, what did you think about your roommates last night? Did you bond or was there friction?" The Kaijin Lord asked Zhen Liu, soon after the latter settled into his seat and grabbed something from the table.

"Uh...neither really? We just sort of looked at each other, lightly conversed and called it a night."

"Ah, then you won't mind seeing them appear in this upcoming fight."

"Oh?"

...

'Fuck.'

__________Down in the arena...____________

[AND THE WINNER OF THE CHAINED DEATH MATCH IS...THE BLOODLINER!]

[WOOO!]

[PLATYPUS PRIDE!]

[AWWWW, LOOK! THEY'RE CRYING!]

"..."

On the blood-caked floor of the arena, a platypus Bloodliner stared numbly at the corpse of the person he was chained to just moments ago.

The two of them were friends, but the Kaijin and their creator had decided to pit them against each other after they were caught attempting to steal extra food.

The duo didn't initially want to fight at first, but fear and [Chaos] did wonders in making people do utterly terrible things to each other.

The numb expression on the Bloodliner's face did absolutely nothing to discourage the cheering Kaijin. If anything, they looked invigorated by the forlorn expression.

The Kaijin acting as the MC for this horrid affair, a skunk-howler monkey hybrid, began to shoo the Bloodliner out of the arena so that he could prepare for the next match.

[ALRIGHT, YOU REPROBATES! NOW THAT THE MORTALS HAD THEIR FUN, NOW IS THE TIME FOR US TO HAVE OUR FILL OF BLOOD! WHO WANTS TO COME DOWN HERE AND HAVE GO ON TIME KILLER?!]

As soon as this question was posed, dozens upon dozens of vicious voices cried out to volunteer.

[ME! ME! ME!]

[LET ME FIGHT! LET ME KILL!]

[IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE MY LAST MEAL OF MEAT!]

The skunk-monkey pointed their finger towards the crowd and waved it all about until finally settling on a particular Kaijin.

[FAT FACE, OVER THERE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!]

[FUCK YOU, MY NAME IS SPLATTER!]

Saying Splatter was fat, was like saying the sky was blue or that fire is hot.

A Kaijin born from a giant toad that managed to defeat and swallow an elephant Kaijin's core alongside that of a goose Kaijin, Splatter was a lot to visually take in. Even in comparison to other kaijin of similar builds.

Regardless, the oversized Kaijin leaped from his spot in the arena's stands and landed on the arena floor with an echoing stomp that shattered it.

Several corpse pieces jutted out of the ground as a result of the force, alongside pools of squeezed blood.

[NOW THEN! YOU ASSHOLES KNOW THE RULES! SPLATTER HAS ONLY FIVE MINUTES TO KILL AS MANY AS THESE WARRIOR SLAVES AS HE CAN,] the MC Kaijin shouted at the crowd. [AND HEEEEREEE THEY ARE!]

From off to the side of the arena, several cage doors opened one after the other and allowing the occupants behind them to exit into the main stage.

These warriors appeared to come from all walks of life...and yet they all shared the same look of fear.

Well...most of them, anyways.

...

^Okay, I'm not going crazy. These Kaijin have a noticeable accent that Zhen Liu's Kaijin lack,^ Lythero told Olstenna while doing his best to stop the ringing in his ears.

^Fascinating,^ Olstenna rolled his eyes. ^Also, the kid said that we had to smash those cores in order to fully destroy these guys, right?^

^Yeah...^

^Excellent,^ Olstenna muttered while he started warming up by stepping in rhythm. ^Think I can punch a clean hole in the middle?^

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[Alright, Splatter, you ready to go?]

[Yeah!]

[You ready to harm?]

[Yeah!!]

[YOU READY TO KILL?!]

[YEAAAAH!]

[GO,GO,GO!]

Motivated by the MC's words, Splatter sprang into action.

Motions mimicking a gorilla, the toad-elephant-goose Kaijin charged towards the released fighters with bloodlust in his six eyes.

"No, no, no! Stay away! Stay away!"

^FUCKING RUN MAN!^

~Why? Why?!~

These fighters, despite some of them being warriors of note in the past, started running like rabbits being chased by a fox.

And like those unfortunate rabbits, some of them didn't make their escape in time.

Splatter had managed to leap atop one of the fleeing warriors, a musclar slave and proceeded to stomp their head into paste on a single motion.

[HEY, NO RUNNING!]

^No!^

~Damnit!~

Immediately after killing his first target, Splatter extended his arms to his left and right in order to grab the other two fights that were running away.

To be more precise, Splatter transformed one of his arms to mimic an elephant's trunk, while the other arm transformed to mimic an angry goose.

Unlike the splattered slave, these two fighters were actual warriors that could use aether to defend themselves. Unfortunately, this defense amounted to being a little more effective than rice paper.

The warrior to Splatter's left was crushed by the elephant's trunk, her aether popping only after her bones and innards had been crushed into a bloody pulp and that escaped from her mouth and nose.

Meanwhile, the warrior to Splatter's left had their heart punctured by a goose's head. Once it had fully penetrated the chest and exited through the back, the neck began to wiggle in place, causing even more damage to the man's internal cavity.

[AND THAT'S THREE POINTS TO SPLATTER! CAN WE SEE JUST HOW MANY HE'LL GET BEFORE TIME RUNS OUT?!]

[BAHAHAH!]

[AINT NO WAY HE'S BEAT STOMPER'S SCORE!]

[Yeah, ye—huh? What's up with the dancing bastard?!]

After killing three warriors in rapid succession, Splatter's eyes were caught by a rather unusual sight.

That sight being a purple-flamed Aetherii stepping in place in a oddly rhythmic manner while having their fists raised like he was preparing to fight.

This sight was all he needed to know that this Aetherii was a recent addition to the pit...and one who had no idea what kind of hell he was just tossed into.

[Oh, now this is a treat! A fresh warrior who doesn't understand the terror of Chaos! How quaint!] Splatter roared in three distinct voices.

[I'm kind of curious to see what kind of attack you're preparing to use! And I can't wait to see the expression of despair that'll appear once your attack fail to do a single thing!]

Joyful at the thought, Splatter proceeded to drum their round belly with his mismatched limbs.

[Come on, little thing! Hit me with your best shot!]

[Don't worry, I plan to.]

[Wait, what?]

Moments after registering that the dancing Aetherii spoke perfect [Chaos] speech, Splatter found the purple bastard in punching distance.

And the feeling of fear burning in his belly.