This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

Long white hair tied into a high ponytail.

Half of a black mask rested on the side of his face, but there was no sight of a string holding it in place.

Sharp eyes the color of blood.

A smile, cold yet confident. A smile of the strong.

A scar ran down his chin, from his neck to the center of his chest, leaving a deep mark on his pale skin.

The top of his black tunic was unfastened, showing off the muscles and the scar on his chest. His figure had bulked up compared to the almost androgynous look the older adventurers had seen two years back.

Tied around his right shoulder was a heavy, clunky chain of black. It coiled around his arm and reached to his scarred palm with a missing finger.

The man at the entrance of the guild house raised his brows, amused.

"Dusk...!"

"That's the bastard who we all apparently can't defeat."

"That little pretty boy? So what if he has a few scars... he can't be that strong."

The adventurers of the entire guild were one of heart. Their pride was stabbed in the center by the magazine after all. No one in the entire guild wanted to leave him be as he was right, quite a few were even more pissed to see him top the weird rankings in a row. How could one understand the emotions of an adventurer who acted crazy just to be a part of those rankings, and how would one understand the emotions of that adventurer when he doesn't even enter the list?

"Dusk," Sharky muttered. "Sorry, but could you please die for all of us?"

At that line, the man's cold smile grew wild. Fire kindled in his eyes as he raised his chin and glared at them all.

"What's got you piss babies acting up?" Dusk asked, then, he sighed and started scratching his head.

The head held her colleagues and pulled them all back, making them stick to the wall.

"Mam?" Rena asked, pointing at the adventurer. "W-wasn't Dusk a nice child?"

"Ah..." the head receptionist sighed. "I guess, the intense training cracked his head a bit? Or should I say, he was already cracked, he just became aware of it?"

Before they could continue, Dusk's voice resounded again in the guild house.

"Actually, the reason doesn't matter."

He cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck.

"I felt like kicking some ass anyway."

"..."

"AHHHH!!!!"

"Get him!!"

"Dusk! Fucking die!!"

"Are you still single!?"

An unreasonable battle between the Deep Down Town adventurer guild and Eugene, the youngest Platinum-Ranked adventurer began.

Eugene took a heavy step ahead as dozens of adventurers charged at him at once. For all the excitement and leisure on his face, like a machine, his eyes traveled all over the place as he stared at the adventurers.

"There are four gold ranks," A sweet voice only he could hear whispered.

With a grin, Eugene slammed his foot down.

"Weaklings out first!"

The approached adventurers were thrown off their path. An intangible condensation of energy formed blunt weapons mid-air and crashed into them.

"Woah!?"

"Ack!"

The more agile ones avoided while the slower ones were slammed by the phenomenon that appeared out of nowhere. With masterful accuracy, the reception counter didn't face any trouble as Wood and Iron-ranked adventurers were thrown away like confetti.

"I-Intent KI!?"

"Didn't you say he's a mage!?"

"He's a dual-core, dimwit! What kind of adventurer doesn't know their enemy--Ack!"

The shouting adventurer was punched and sent flying. Like a raging storm, Eugene dived into the adventurers and beat them up. His hands and legs were covered in his Ki, one attack and one adventurer, a very economic way of thrashing developed with a great amount of experience.

"Move back!"

"Magicians!"

A few of them commanded and the line of adventurers retreated.

"Oh?" Amused, Eugene raised his brow again.

He blinked.

Balls of flames. Spears of Ice. Trembling pellets and sharpened flowers of water, crescents of wind, daggers of lightning.

As if elements weren't enough, magical spells from other series from pure forms of mana to destruction and creation surrounded Eugene.

"Interesting," his lips moved, but no one heard his voice.

Any second, he would be hit.

He shook his hand, and the chains wrapped around his arm clunked.

"[Catene Di Adamas - Modo Difensa]"

The chains glowed with a purple light.

Not a single attack reached Eugene as the chains turned into a cloak around him. The long black cloak blocked all the spells aimed at him while hundreds of shields floated through the guild and stopped the spells going for an AoE around him.

"Tsk. Annoying fucks!"

Eugene threw his cloak up.

His figure stretched in front of their eyes as he dashed to the sides. The magicians were unable to react as he popped up in front of each of them and smashed them with a different spell of each element.

He was about to move to the last one when a wooden spear was thrown at him. Eugene tilted to the side, then ducked as another spear emerged from the first.

"Oh?"

A stream of lightning came gushing out of the second spear. Eugene turned and slapped away the streaks of electricity as he smiled at the mage.

"Iffy, you've added a layer!"

The same adventurer who had tested him two years back was facing him again.

"I was promoted to gold so," Iffy shrugged. "You're still as monstrous as ever, huh?"

"I'll go easy on you since we're friends."

Eugene declared a friendship that Iffy wasn't aware of as he grabbed her front collars and tossed her into the sky. Iffy crashed against the ceiling of the floor.

Dusting his palms, Eugene turned to the tanks and damage dealers with a smirk.

"You guys are trash if you let your mages get hit," he said. "No worries. I am a mage too, so you still have a chance."

"Ah?" One of them tilted his head in confusion.

"[Trinity Series. Destruction Attribute]"

The guild house quaked at Eugene's words.

"[Storm of Destruction]"

An extreme wind blew with Eugene as its center. The tide of air crashed into the adventurers coiling around him. The wind destroyed the Ki that covered their weapons and sent them all flying away.

Another of the gold ranks was taken along with the rest of the adventurers. Only Sharky and Zachariah, the last two gold ranks present in the guild remained standing.

They were aware of Eugene's consideration and stopped using their Ki immediately. The fine-tuned spell that Eugene used did not affect them since it only targeted Ki.

"You two," Eugene turned at them. The cloak floating around returned to his arms and turned into chains. "That one's half asleep, so you must be Zachariah and Sharky."

"It's! Fucking! Megalodon!!"

Screaming, Sharky dashed from the ground and ran toward Eugene.

"Modo Attaccio."

The chains contracted and expanded before forming a thick silver sword.

Sharky's hands turned into blades. He flicked his head and sent out his hair that became tiny needles before following up with his sword, but his target wasn't in sight.

A flash of lighting erupted.

Sharky turned back to see his lightning-emitting friend being raised by the blade of the crazed white-haired bastard.

Eugene grinned while lifting the sleeping blonde with his sword. He flicked his hand to the side and the blonde rolled on the ground.

"A-h...?"

Sharky blinked.

The last thing he saw was a grinning face.

He was smacked square in the jaw as he flew through the air and landed in front of the reception.

"Haah, fun."

Eugene stretched his hands above his head and walked up to the reception.

"Ouh," Sharky groaned as Eugene stepped on him.

He tapped the empty counter with a smirk.

"Miss 'Number One Receptionist who if you ask out you're sure to reconsider your life choices,' would you have time to catch a coffee?"

The head receptionist smiled at Eugene's words.

She sighed and shook her head.

"You bastard... you're on the wrong counter again."