Chapter 32

Arang, who loves feet but has none herself, approached another user without making a single sound, wielding a dagger smaller than a one-handed sword.

The user, who looked like a mage, didn’t even notice Arang, let alone cast any defensive or evasion spells, and ended up turning into particles and disappearing. The equipment the mage had worked so hard to farm scattered everywhere.

The poor mage, busy farming, didn’t even realize he had died and was eliminated.

Arang quickly picked out only the necessary items from the loot the mage dropped and moved on.

Every action she took was purposeful, from skill distribution to erasing her presence and perfectly targeting weak points. It was clear she was a pro.

I immediately went to the Leorelog site and searched for Arang.

“Wow, what the heck?”

She was ranked first among all Grim Reapers, the assassin class. Every raid meter showed her as the top DPS, an all-star no-deal dealer.

“She’s not just good—she’s the best in her class.”

“She’s not Horolo anymore, but… what should I call her now? Anyway, she’s really good. I knew her personality was a bit unique, but to have a nickname like that…”

Arang used the assassin class traits to swiftly dominate the battlefield.

This time, her target was a three-person party aiming for the top three.

Arang first targeted the female knight who was farming slightly apart from the other two.

“Assassination—!”

Before the knight could even draw her sword, Arang closed the distance and stabbed her neck multiple times with her dagger at a speed I could barely see.

In an instant, the knight’s HP plummeted.

The healer behind her desperately tried to heal, but the knight, already dead, couldn’t recover from the stun and fell to Arang’s relentless attacks.

“Darn it! How did she move so fast? How much farming did she do?!”

The tank, seeing his comrade die in an instant, lost motivation but couldn’t give up. He unleashed his ultimate skill without hesitation.

The tank swung his greatsword in a wide-area attack, but then he froze.

“Wh-what the heck?!”

The tank blinked repeatedly, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

The greatsword user’s ultimate was parried by Arang’s short dagger.

And only the tank was stunned.

In a normal PVP, this would be impossible, but this was Battle Royale. There were tiered equipment and bizarre options here.

Arang, who had been farming to the max, had stats that surpassed even the greatsword user’s strength despite being an assassin.

That’s why the parry worked, and Arang left the stunned tank behind, rushing toward the healer supporting him.

The healer frantically tried to cast a protective spell, but Arang was much faster.

Unable to block Arang’s attack, the party was wiped out.

“That person is really amazing…”

Even Pinkubelly, who had been restless about what I had done, was impressed by Arang’s skills.

Arang’s overwhelming strength quickly eliminated players, and now the top 10 were decided.

With only seven players left aiming for the top three, everyone was trying to avoid fights and gauge the situation when Arang raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.

A black shadow appeared around the necks of all remaining players, stabbing them.

“Ugh!”

“Ahh!”

“Darn it!”

WINNER!

The game was supposed to end when three players remained, but Arang eliminated everyone in an instant, securing a solo victory in the 100-player survival Battle Royale mode.

As soon as the game ended, Arang and I, who had been spectating, entered the winner’s room.

Arang, dressed in a full-body suit with holes here and there, let out a cheer and then teleported over to me.

“Hi! I won, so I can have the interview now, right?”

The woman who had been ruthless and emotionless while killing people now looked like she’d be wagging a tail if she had one.

Does Arang really love feet that much? I feel bad. I can’t fulfill that dream.

Well, that’s for later. Right now, the guild interview is important.

“First, Sunchoo. Was there any issue in the party?”

When I asked Sunchoo, who had been in the party with me, Arang swallowed hard and looked at Sunchoo.

“Yeah. I thought she was a real assassin. She didn’t say a word unless it was for feedback. She only spoke briefly during party tactics or feedback discussions. And her skills were top-notch.”

“Phew…”

“But that Horolo—no, I mean… why did she change her nickname to that?!”

“Ah, well, I really, really love cute things.”

I tilted my head at Arang’s words.

“What does that have to do with being a foot wiper?”

“Ah! It’s because I love small, soft, and squishy things… Oh, I probably shouldn’t say this…”

She’s a pervert. This girl is definitely a pervert.

So, she chose the nickname “Arang’s Foot Wiper” because she thought my feet would be small, soft, and squishy.

“Arang’s Foot Wiper.”

“Yes…”

“You won’t do anything weird to others, right?”

“O-of course not! Only Arang catches my eye! That’s why I really want to join the guild!”

“Arang, that person seems dangerous.”

Pinkubelly stepped between Arang and me, blocking my view.

“No, no! I’m not dangerous! I just… really love cute things…!”

“Arang. That person, despite the nickname, isn’t a bad person. She was really reliable during party trials.”

“S-Sunchoo…!”

“Hmm…”

Honestly, it’s not a problem.

The nickname is a bit unsettling, but she’s a top-tier dealer, ranked among the best in Leore.

She definitely showed her impact in Battle Royale.

And she didn’t seem malicious—just pure, like a child.

She just has a weird fetish.

But what if she finds out I don’t have feet? Will she go dark?

Still, for now, she’ll be helpful to the guild and won’t cause any harm, so I decided to accept her.

I opened the guild menu, went to settings, and promoted Arang’s Foot Wiper—Foot Wiper—from a reserve member to a full member, then kicked out all the other reserves.

“Gasp! Th-thank you! Um… if it’s not too much, can I… hug you…?”

As Foot Wiper cautiously approached me, Pinkubelly blocked her.

“How about not hugging? You can touch her feet instead.”

“Ah, Arang! You can’t do that!”

“Huh? It’s fine.”

It’s not like they’re real feet anyway—just fake ones the game automatically generated.

“Gasp… Th-thank you!”

I sat on the couch where I had been sitting with Sunchoo and unequipped my shoes.

My non-existent feet were revealed. Even in reality, I’ve never seen my own feet, but here they were, small and delicate.

‘Pretty.’

Even in Leore, where they’re just polygons, my feet were pretty.

“Th-this is Arang’s feet…! You said you didn’t change any of your character customization, so… gulp.”

I didn’t change any customization. It’s just what Leore automatically generated.

“H-how do they fit in my hand…!”

Foot Wiper carefully touched the illusory feet generated by Leore’s AI system, smiling blissfully.

Sunchoo shook her head, and Pinkubelly looked at me with concern, going “Ugh…”

After the first survival Battle Royale ended, I gathered 100 guild members again, explained the rules, and started another Battle Royale.

We kept filtering through people and ended up adding eight more members, bringing the Munchkin Cat guild to 12 members.