Chapter 56: Take it, this championship!

Main is a person with ideas, and Broly brought the prepared tools onto the stage the next day.

After a hardcore advertisement interlude, the finals of the Western Martial Arts Tournament began.

Broly fought dozens of rounds with Samba-san on the ring.

Just as Samba-san, who was equally scheming, felt strained and was preparing to lose accordingly, Broly suddenly bumped into his fist and performed an extortion scam.

"Pfft~"

Broly flew out, spat a large mouthful of fresh blood from his mouth, and fresh red color seeped from the places where bandages were tied all over his body; this was a prop blood bag made of sheep intestines wrapped around fresh sheep blood.

And Broly, while covered in blood all over his body, confirmed to the stunned Samba-san the analysis he had spoken on the ring yesterday using secret techniques.

In one sentence: that he, Broly, had truly used a secret technique that caused extreme damage to the body yesterday, thereby erupting with powerful strength.

And today, precisely because of the side effects of this secret technique, he was completely no match for Samba-san in perfect condition.

Although it was a pity, he could no longer fight.

The message 【jojo, this is my last ripple, take it】 appeared in Broly's mind, and he looked at the bearded man whose body was gradually trembling and seemed somewhat moved with the gaze of 【Samba-san Adult, this is my repayment for you speaking up for me, take it, this championship】, then fell straight down.

On this grand stage of the Western Martial Arts Tournament, there was no longer a role for this performing ape.

Samba-san watched Broly fall to the ground, his body trembling incessantly.

He now really wanted to rush over, kneel before the boy, and beg him to stand up and punch him once.

This punch, no matter how slow, he would not dodge.

No matter how light, he would fly out himself, showing the appearance of a severe injury.

Then tilt his head and fall into a complete coma.

But he could do nothing now, because even if it was match-fixing, there had to be the process of fighting.

And if he didn't fight at all and just slid to his knees to admit defeat like that.

That was something no one would recognize, and even the tournament organizers would not let him off.

Life is unpredictable, intestines wrapped around intestines; sometimes victory or defeat is indeed not reflected on the surface ring, but reflected in the betting ticket that had already become a blank sheet of paper just now.

Samba-san raised a hand, suppressed the grief of wanting to cry over losing eight million in capital, and roared out in a suppressed voice: "I won!"

The audience in the main venue's audience seats, after a moment of silence, after digesting the fact that Samba-san's judgment yesterday was actually correct, gave the final winner Samba-san, who won by sheer luck, not very enthusiastic cheers.

"What a pity, if Broly could recover..."

"Sigh, I should have bought Samba-san to win."

Although today's turn of events was unexpected, everyone could accept this result; the reason was actually very simple—people are always more likely to accept things they can cognize.

The strength Broly showed when fighting Esdeath yesterday was like a monster's; now it was proven that he used some secret technique with side effects, which made people accept it much more easily. Except for the gamblers who lost money, not many people continued to dwell on this matter.

As for the merchant guild that ran the gambling game, they were even more surprised, but could only sigh that plans couldn't keep up with changes; they never expected that after Broly won an upset in the semifinals, Samba-san would also win an upset in the finals.

But they had no choice, after all, Samba-san had given the correct analysis yesterday; it was just that no one believed him at the time.

And this no one believed included Samba-san himself.

"How much money did we win in total?"

After Broly was carried down, he asked Nahashu.

"Including the tournament prize money and the Jitu Chamber of Commerce's remuneration, it's estimated we can take home twenty-seven million."

Nahashu said excitedly; Broly gave up winning the championship and directly made the team's betting winnings multiply by more than seven times. This sum was already a terrifying amount for a group of children like them.

It took one week for the team's assets to go from over one hundred thousand to over twenty-seven million; this was much faster than waiting for good people to deliver supplies to their door. "If we could fight a few more matches, we wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of our lives."

Main said; the children who weren't trying to go home but just followed Broly all nodded, agreeing very much with this.

"Pity, I have to leave in a little over a month."

Broly also sighed.

"Eh, Broly-san, where are you going?"

Heiyin asked.

"Back to my own world."

Broly answered as a matter of course.

"Huh?!"

The children looked at each other.

"Eh, didn't I tell you this?"

Broly saw the little companions' reaction, scratched his head, and asked.

"No."

The children shook their heads and all said they had never heard of such a thing.

"Maybe I've been living too comfortably and forgot to tell you this."

Broly continued scratching his head; after coming to this world, he had indeed become somewhat forgetful of home.

The little companions around him came and went, but there were still many.

And right from the start he found two wives, Chitong and Heiyin; the two girls' Happiness Values had already broken five hundred points.

He picked up Main midway; although she joined late, Main's points were now over two hundred. And Esdeath, whom he defeated yesterday and became friends with, was an even more heavyweight wife character; just yesterday's fight with him broke her Happiness Value past one hundred points.

Now it was only twenty or so points lower than Main's Happiness Value of over two hundred, showing a posture that could overtake Main's Happiness Value at any time; it could be called the strongest meal ticket stock Broly had ever seen.

Back at the inn, Broly gathered everyone and said that he would be forcibly repatriated to his own world in 34 days; after hearing this, the group of children following him felt somewhat lost.

"Broly-san, if you leave, what will we do?"

Luosang had tears in her eyes.

"It's okay; before leaving this world, I will definitely build a Happy Home for everyone."

Broly said seriously; after sending the children who wanted to go home back home, he would take the remaining little companions to some places suitable for living, then leave a large sum of money so everyone could live a happy life.

"Broly-san, I can't bear to part with you."

Pony's eye sockets brimmed with glistening tears; no one would eat her mushrooms — only Broly-san accepted all her mushrooms without refusal. He was a good big brother who understood mushrooms.

"I can't bear to part with you all either, but I have no way to take anyone away from This World."

Broly also felt somewhat helpless.

"Wait, Broly-san, the meaning of your words — you wouldn't be leaving us behind too, would you?"

Main, who had been listening calmly until now, suddenly lost her composure and asked directly.

And upon receiving the confirmed answer from Broly's mouth, the Happiness Values of Akame, Kurome, Main, and the newly joined Esdeath — four girls — hit the daily limit, and even the first three's Happiness Values showed a trend of decreasing.

Fortunately, Broly said they were different; they were Capture targets recognized by the Crystal Palace, and after the Crystal Palace completed its upgrade (a hint from the Crystal Palace), World Traversal could be realized — only then was this miserable case of Happiness Value Decrease averted.

(Chapter End)