Pit two LN characters (doesn’t have to be protagonists but “Protagonist Deathmatch!” for the title has a certain je ne sais quoi) against each other and then discuss who would win.
Pit two LN characters (doesn’t have to be protagonists but “Protagonist Deathmatch!” for the title has a certain je ne sais quoi) against each other and then discuss who would win.
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Instead of fighting they spend a day talking about their masters trying to convert the other to their side. In the end they end up fighting as the other won’t accept their master as being better and Harmut gets killed.
!writingprompt: Harmut from Ascendance of a bookworm and Demiurge from Overlord are in a death match. Instead of fighting they decide to have a rap battle, they rap about how great their master is (Myne for Harmut and Ainz Ooal Gown for Demiurge) until a victor is found.
The sun beat down on the empty field, a makeshift stage for the two unlikely opponents. Harmut, the stoic and loyal knight from the world of Ascendance of a Bookworm, faced off against Demiurge, the charismatic and cunning guardian of the Great Tomb of Nazarick from Overlord. The air was tense with anticipation, but instead of drawing their swords, the two warriors cracked their knuckles and nodded at each other.
“Let’s settle this with a rap battle,” Harmut suggested, a hint of a grin on his face.
Demiurge raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Very well, let us see who can extol the virtues of their master most eloquently.”
Harmut cleared his throat and began:
“Yo, listen up, I’m Harmut, the knight with flair My master Myne, she’s beyond compare A bookworm with a heart of gold Her knowledge and courage, never to grow old She’s the reason I fight, the reason I stand Myne’s the one who gives me a helping hand In the world of Ehrenfeld, she’s the light Guiding me through the dark of night”
Demiurge snorted, a sly smile spreading across his face. “That’s cute, Harmut, but let’s see if you can keep up.”
He launched into his own rap:
“Ainz Ooal Gown, the great one, my lord and my guide The Overlord of the Great Tomb, where I reside His power and wisdom, leave all else in the shade A master of strategy, with a plan well-laid He’s the one who brought me to this world Gave me life, and a purpose to unfurl In Nazarick, we thrive, under his rule Ainz Ooal Gown, the greatest, forever cool”
Harmut chuckled, unfazed. “Not bad, Demiurge, but Myne’s got skills too.”
He countered with another verse:
“Myne’s not just a bookworm, she’s a trailblazer In a world of nobles, she’s a game-changer Her love for books, and her courage so bright Inspire me every day, to fight for what’s right She’s the leader of the Holy Church, a beacon of hope Guiding those in need, with a heart that cope Myne’s compassion and kindness, shine like the sun Making her the greatest, my day has just begun”
Demiurge’s grin widened. “You’re good, Harmut, but Ainz Ooal Gown’s got the edge.”
He fired back with another rap:
“Ainz Ooal Gown’s not just a master, he’s a visionary Building a nation, with a careful eye Nazarick’s prosperity, is his ultimate goal With power and magic, he makes the impossible whole His strategic mind, a maze to unwind Leaves his enemies stunned, and left behind He’s the greatest Overlord, in this world and the next Ainz Ooal Gown, the one and only, correct”
The two opponents went back and forth, their raps growing more intense and creative. The crowd, which had gathered to watch the death match, began to cheer and chant for their favorite rapper. In the end, it was clear that Harmut and Demiurge were evenly matched, but one final verse would decide the victor.
Harmut took a deep breath and delivered a knockout blow:
“Myne’s the heart of Ehrenfeld, the spark that ignites A flame of hope, that burns through the darkest nights Her love for books, and her people too Inspire me to protect, all that she holds true She’s the one who makes me feel alive Myne’s the reason, I thrive and survive”
Demiurge’s eyes narrowed, but he couldn’t top that. The crowd erupted in cheers, declaring Harmut the winner. Demiurge bowed, a gracious loser.
“You win this time, Harmut. But Ainz Ooal Gown will always be the greatest.”
Harmut smiled, offering Demiurge a handshake. “Respect, Demiurge. Myne would be proud to have you as an ally.”
The two opponents-turned-friends walked off the stage, ready to spread the word about their amazing masters.