SSS-Rank Extra: I Got a Chaos System-Chapter 33: Diplomatic Disaster

The flames flared up.

Kazuki flinched, as he felt the heat on his face. The elves kept dancing, screaming, flapping their lips like maniacs, and occasionally pausing to hiss at him with unnerving enthusiasm.

He tugged at his restraints again.

No good, the vines were oddly, strong and durable, even with his strength he found it impossible to break through.

An elf with fish bones for earrings stepped into the firelight, thrusting a stick into the flames. The tip flamed up.

He turned to Kazuki with dead eyes, grinning.

Kazuki's eyes widened. "NO FU*KING WAY THIS LUNATIC IS DOING IT.!"

The elf stood two steps away from Kazuki

The staring down at him, with spark in his eyes.

Then—

He thrusted the stick at chest.

[Skill: Tribal Tap-Tap-Wiggle [Grade-E] Activated.]

Kazuki braced for impact.

But instead of searing pain—

His legs twitched.

Then moved.

Blinking.

"Wait... what?"

He was standing on his own legs. Which surprised him.

Vines still coiled around his arms, but thinking for a moment it made sense.

"...Yeah," he muttered. "They didn't restrain my legs."

Elf jerked, a beat latter frowning he thrust again.

Kazuki's hips jolted sideways.

His left foot did a little tap-tap.

His right knee wobbled with inexplicable sass.

"...What the actual hell is happening right now?"

The elf stepped back, blinking rapidly.

Curiously, he rushed and thrusted.

Kazuki's body responded like a professional artist, his seven-generation born for dancing...

His legs cha-cha'd. His hips popped. His knees trembled in fear—or rhythm.

"No, no, no—stop doing that!" he hissed.

But his body disagreed.

His feet glided in a flawlessly on the ground like a stage.

The elf gasped.

[+1 Tribal Affinity!]

[+1 Crowd Confusion!]

[+2 Pity Points!]

Kazuki froze mid-twirl. "Pity points? What the hell do you mean pity points?!"

But his body kept going.

He moonwalked.

He moonwalked forward.

"HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!"

The other elves doing the ritual and dancing around the fire now stared at him, question marks practically visible on their faces.

His body struck a final pose—legs split, one hand pointed skyward, the other on his hip.

The fishbone elf trembled, and his eyes flared up.

And then—

He let out a sound.

"BLRRRAAAAAAAUUUUH!!"

"Oh no."

The elf lunged, stick held high.

And he began thrusting.

One. Two. Three. Four—a flurry of hip-driven, full-body THRUSTS in a single breath.

Kazuki's eyes bulged. "DUDE, I DID NOT EVEN DID ANYTHING ?!"

He ducked.

A flame sparks flew above his head.

He cartwheeled.

Another thrust slammed into the ground.

He flipped backward, vines on his arms pulling him back.

The elf chased him like a sugar-crazed toddler with gun on his hand.

Kazuki leapt sideways, dodging a wildly aimed thrust that scorched the air beside him.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!" he screamed, twisting mid-air.

The other elves clapped rhythmically.

[+3 Tribal Excitement!]

[+5 Tribal Affinity!]

The fishbone elf heaved for breath, trembling like he'd just been bested in sacred ritual combat.

Kazuki, dazed, still half-possessed by rhythm, gave a bow. "Uh... thank you? I guess?"

The fire roared louder.

Kazuki straightened from his bow, arms awkwardly still bound.

The fishbone elf stared at him like a dead meat.

Then—

He flickered his lips.

"Wuh-wuh-wuh-WOWOWOWOO!"

A ripple spread through the tribe.

Dozens of elves mirrored the gesture, flapping their lips, eyes wide like a caffeine withdrawal.

"Wuh-wuh-wuh-WOWOWOWOO!"

Kazuki face scrunched, with a sigh he complained. "Not this shit again!"

Fortunately, it seemed he wasn't their dinner. They didn't throw him up on the flame to make roasted Kazuki chicken.

Instead, someone stepped forward from the front clearing—a figure moving slowly, supported by a crooked staff made of bone and bark.

An elder elf, stooped but sharp-eyed, with a wild mane of silver hair and a cloak stitched together from what looked like moss, feathers, and... were those raccoon tails?

Kazuki's legs trembled slightly.

And he couldn't help it, stifling a laughter he spoke.

"What kind of bird is this?"

The elder paused.

Then slowly, opened his mouth.

"I'm not a bird, human."

[-10 Tribal Affinity!]

Kazuki stiffened like he'd just insulted someone's grandma and the entire bloodline in one go.

The elder narrowed his eyes.

Kazuki's mouth moved faster than his brain could catch.

"Wait, wait—hold up! You can talk?! Like, actual sentences? With grammar? I thought you guys were more, y'know... unga bunga—I mean—not that you are unga bunga! Just that you were doing the—uh—wow, I'm shutting up now."

The elder inhaled slowly, as if tasting the stupidity in the air.

Kazuki swallowed. Loudly.

[Tribal Affinity: -15]

[You have unlocked a hidden title: "Diplomatic Disaster."]

"...Cool," Kazuki whispered, dead inside.

Elder moved, with his stick forward then foot, few elves followed behind. One of them helped the elder elf on a flat stone boulder.

The elder sat upon the boulder adjusting and sitting comfortably, well as comfortable as rock allowed, where our Kazuki's legs trembled with exhaustion, he also plowed down, with thud.

The elder tapped his staff against the stone.

Once. Twice.

Then pointed it at Kazuki.

"You...have committed a grave sin."

Kazuki scowled, offended.

"HEY! The dance wasn't that bad."

The fire crackled. Smoke wisps flew.

The elder... just stared at him.

Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open. Staff frozen mid-air like someone hit pause.

The entire clearing went silent. Even the other elves blinked, glancing between Kazuki and their speechless elder.

A cricket chirped in the background.

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Elder coughed and pretended he didn't hear that. "Your arm.... You are corrupted aren't you."