Tensura x fate:When The Time Reincarnated As Human

Rimuru get challenged in mobile game chapter 4

Satoru’s Perspective

After slogging through another boring day at school, I found myself at a friend’s place, just hanging out and talking about games. We were mid-conversation about the latest RPG when this guy from school strutted in like he owned the place. You know the type super cocky, always showing off his latest gadgets like they’re trophies.

"Hey, Satoru," he said, his tone practically dripping with condescension. "I heard you’re pretty good at games. Wanna put that to the test?"

I glanced up from my drink, more amused than anything. "What’ve you got in mind?"

"PUBG Mobile," he declared, whipping out his shiny, top-of-the-line phone like it was Excalibur. "Let’s see if you can keep up."

I casually pulled out my phone, an ancient relic that struggled to hit 20 fps on a good day. The cracked screen had seen better days, but it still worked… mostly. "Sure, why not?"

His grin widened, obviously thinking this was going to be a slaughter. "Let’s make it interesting, then. How about a bet? Winner gets 100 million yen."

I almost laughed out loud. This guy was really leaning into the rich kid stereotype. But hey, if he wanted to throw his money away, who was I to stop him? "Alright, you’re on."

We set up a Team Deathmatch (TDM), and I could tell he thought this was going to be the easiest 100 million yen he’d ever made. As the game loaded, I decided to have a little fun. I activated my probability manipulation ability—nothing fancy, just a little trick that let me nudge outcomes in my favor. It wasn’t cheating; it was just playing smart.

My plan? Simple. Turn my laggy, frame-dropping, prehistoric phone into a headshot machine. Every shot would be perfect, no matter how bad the connection got. If he was going to lean on his high-end tech, I’d lean on my powers.

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Opponent’s Perspective

Watching Satoru pull out that old, beat-up phone, I had to hold back a laugh. There was no way he could even play PUBG Mobile on that thing, let alone keep up with me. My phone was a powerhouse, running the game like a dream at 60 fps. This was going to be like taking candy from a baby.

When the match started, I grabbed my Groza and went straight for the kill. I’d put in countless hours of practice, and I knew every inch of this map. Satoru didn’t stand a chance.

Or so I thought.

Right out of the gate, Satoru started landing headshots. Not just lucky shots, either perfect, calculated, impossible headshots. It was like he had aimbot installed or something. His phone was lagging so hard it looked like a slideshow, but somehow, every time he fired, it was a headshot. How the hell was he doing this?

I decided to switch tactics, closing in with my UMP 9. There was no way he could handle close quarters with that lag and just a pistol. But no matter what I did, he kept nailing those impossible shots, like he was in my head or something.

My confidence was rapidly turning into frustration. This was supposed to be easy! I had the best gear, the best aim, and the best strategy. Yet here I was, getting absolutely destroyed by a guy using a phone that looked like it belonged in a museum.

By the time the match ended, I was seething. Satoru had completely wiped the floor with me, and every headshot felt like a slap in the face. I looked over at him, expecting some kind of explanation, maybe a confession that he was cheating. But all he did was smirk, that same infuriating grin that made me want to smash his phone.

"How...?" I started, but the words caught in my throat.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his tone almost mocking. "Just skill, I guess."

Skill? That wasn’t skill; that was some kind of witchcraft. But a bet was a bet, and I had no choice but to cough up the 100 million yen. I transferred the money, feeling the sting of defeat like a punch to the gut. "A bet’s a bet."

Satoru just pocketed his phone, already moving on like he hadn’t just humiliated me in front of everyone. "Better luck next time."

As he walked away, I was left fuming, my mind spinning with a mix of anger and confusion. He’d made a fool out of me, and there was no way I was letting that slide. He wasn’t just good at games he was hiding something. And sooner or later, I was going to figure out what it was.

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Satoru’s Perspective

As I walked away, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. Watching that guy squirm as he handed over the money was priceless. He thought he was hot stuff, but in the end, he was just another rich kid who didn’t know what hit him.

I’d have to thank him later for the easy money. Maybe I’d even buy a new phone with it. Or maybe I’d just keep using the old one, just to mess with the next overconfident sucker who challenged me.

Either way, I knew one thing for sure this was going to be a story I’d laugh about for a long time.