Volume 2 Chapter 29 Carlos Strong ('Just a bit strong') Appears! (I)
The guy in front of me—who had just activated my "Otherworldly Skill: Automatic Translation"—was huge. Like, pushing 6'3" (190 cm) huge.
But what really caught my eye? His dark skin, ripped physique, massive afro, and a goatee so sharp it looked like it could cut steel. Dude had main character energy written all over him.
"No way... This is too much!" I thought. Then—
Poke. Poke.
"Huh?"
(W-wait... Omega-san!)
"Ayumi... san?"
Ayumi-san was frantically poking me in the side, whispering in full-on panic mode.
(D-Don't tell me... you don't know who this guy is?!!)
"Huh? Who?"
(Wait! Omega-san, not so loud—!)
"Ahh, so Omega doesn't know me, huh?"
A deep, rumbling voice. Smooth but powerful.
And then—
"I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Ayumi started apologizing like her life depended on it. "Omega-san just became a Seeker, so he's not familiar with Carlos-san or other famous Seekers yet! Ah—n-no offense, of course!"
Wait. Carlos?
Carlos... Strong?
A name I vaguely remembered from livestreams. His nickname was something like...
"Uh... 'Just a Bit Strong'?"
""""W-WHAT?! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"""""
The room exploded in screams.
"Huh?"
Did I... did I say something I wasn't supposed to?
"...Did you just call me 'Just a Bit Strong'?"
His voice dropped an octave, the warm, friendly atmosphere shifting into something cold.
"P-PLEASE CALM DOWN, CARLOS-SAN! He didn't mean it!!"
"Y-Yeah! Omega-kun just saw that nickname in the stream chat and—!"
"N-No, it's a misunderstanding! Omega-sama didn't mean anything by it!"
"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY—!"
The Valkyries all threw themselves into full-blown panic mode, bowing and apologizing like their lives were on the line.
But then—
"Diyo! I'm honored that the great Omega actually remembers my nickname! (Just kidding! But seriously, I'm honored!)"
"Huh?"
""""EEEHHHHH!?!?!?"""""
Wait... what?
I was bracing for a DO NOT CALL ME THAT or a HOW DARE YOU, but instead—he was... happy?!
"...Uhh, Carlos-san? You don't hate that nickname?"
Bravely, Yuki-san asked the question on everyone's mind.
Respect. This girl was fearless.
"It depends on the person!" Carlos grinned, flashing a set of pearly whites. "If it's someone I respect, I don't mind a nickname! Actually, I'd be honored to be called that by someone I look up to!"
"Huh?"
"""HUH?!"""
Valkyrie.exe had stopped responding.
"...Wait, Carlos-san, you mean you respect Omega-kun?!"
"Of course!" Carlos boomed. "Age doesn't matter! Strength does!"
"""STRONGER THAN CARLOS-SAN?!""
The room froze.
...Wait, hold up. This guy's an S-Class?!
"Hahaha, Yuki-chan! I ain't exaggerating, ya hear me?!"
Carlos waved off their disbelief with a booming laugh.
Then—
"So, if I phrase it differently... Omega-sama is strong enough to fight on par with an S-Class Seeker?! That's what you're saying, isn't it!!"
The words came from Kotono—Valkyrie's smallest, shyest member. Barely 4'11" (150 cm), baby-faced enough to pass for a middle schooler or even younger, yet somehow rocking an... impossible 35-inch chest.
Ahem. Legally Lolippai, as the internet would say. No doubt about it.
She stormed up to Carlos, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Huh? Uh... oh. Yeah, that's right."
The strongest old man in the room was suddenly looking a little overwhelmed.
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