The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 11: How to Hunt down an Immortal

The promised day came faster than Issei would have liked it, and as such, Rias' peerage gathered in the ORC clubroom.

Akeno and Rias drank green tea elegantly — just as expected from the two great Onee-sama's of the school. Even under pressure, they showed no sign of concern.

Koneko sat not far from them, reading a book, wearing what looked like martial artist gloves that allowed her delicate fingers to be seen — looking pretty intense on a girl of her stature.

Kiba, like a knight equipped with a gauntlet on his hands and some armor on his lower leg. He stood near the window — damn playboy, even Issei had to admit he looked cool as the moon slightly lit the room.

As for Issei and Asia? They just sat on their chairs, waiting for the match to start in silence, their fingers clenched from the stress.

With the exception of Asia, who still wore her nun custom, everyone wore their school uniform.

Everyone was prepared. Everyone gave their best to use their limited time to increase their battle potential — Issei himself from time to time, even felt he would die from his sheer effort!

"..."

Yet, in this tension-filled atmosphere, something was still amiss. Looking up and around, Issei blinked.

"Buchou... where is Gillian?"

"I don't know..." Rias sipped from her tea elegantly, seemingly not bothered by the missing girl. "Whether she comes or not, we did what we could."

"Still, the plan..."

"She didn't share her plan. Which means whether she appears or not, we go along according to our plan." He was cut short just like that.

"I see..." Issei lowered his head, clenching his fist hard. It was barely visible, but Kiba did the same, ever subtly so no one recognized.

Time passed, and just ten minutes before the battle, the magic circle in the middle of the room lit up, revealing Grayfia, an unknown person with a sizable metal box near them.

"Rias-sama..."

The maid of the Gremory household bowed. But the guy in that heavily modified riot gear? He just stood silent with crossed arms.

"..."

The glowing red and green eyes of the full-face gas mask were just creepy! Not speaking about the tubes running along the arms, the torso, and the back..

They just gave this figure an entirely different light. They just made this gear look like creepy, bulky, science fiction armor, which made Issei remember one of the movies where the mutant exterminator specialist descended into the sewers to get rid of the monsters.

"Onee-sama, who is this?"

"Yo!" The armored figure raised his bulky arm in the end, waving sheepishly. This person's voice was heavily distorted by a filter, not resembling a girl or even a man. "Long time no see, Red!"

"It is Gillian-sama, of course." Grayfia said.

"What!? There is no way...!? Where did you get that fancy armor!?" Issei was freaked out, of course, jumping up and pointing at her.

"I made it! Want one?"

"Of course!"

"It will be a billion yen!"

"THE HELL!" Issei raged, stomping on the ground. "Even if I work until died, I can't earn that much!"

"Fufufufu..." His indignation only earned him an entertained laugh. Indeed, the player enjoyed messing around with others.