SSS-Rank Slap Skills Turned Me Too OP-Chapter 27: Brother, Slap Me Too!

The guild hall was dead silent again.

Not because of Raven.Not because of Levain.But because a girl who looked like she had just sprinted across the whole city was now clinging to Arthur with teary eyes.

Arthur blinked once. Twice. His brain lagged harder than a potato laptop opening ten Chrome tabs.

"...Excuse me?"

"Brother!" The girl’s voice cracked, her grip tightening on his sleeve. "It’s really you... I thought I lost you forever!"

Bounchiechomie twitched on his shoulder. Bloop? The sound perfectly translated to: Since when do you have a sister, dumbass?

The adventurers started whispering.

"Arthur has a sister?""No way. Look at her, she’s way too pretty.""Shut up, maybe it’s his secret backstory..."

Arthur’s mouth opened, but all that came out was: "Wha—"

Before he could even process, Raven’s shadow loomed over them. Her hammer tip scraped the floor with a menacing screech.

"Arthur," she said, voice low. "Explain."

Her eyes weren’t murderous... yet. But they carried the exact pressure of a teacher who just caught a student smuggling porn magazines into class.

Arthur’s brain screamed: I don’t even know her! Why is my life like a cheap drama plot twist?!

The girl suddenly buried her face against his chest. "Brother... don’t leave me again!"

Every single adventurer in the room collectively leaned forward, eyes wide.

Arthur stood frozen, cheeks burning, Raven glaring, whispers echoing everywhere—And deep inside, one insane thought crawled up his spine:

...Do I slap her to check if she’s real?

Arthur’s lips trembled. "I... I’m not your brother!"

The girl shook her head violently, tears sparkling in her eyes. "Don’t say that! I’ve always been with you, Arthur! Back then... when you trained until midnight, I was the one who cooked for you. When you collapsed from exhaustion, I was the one who carried you to bed. You left me behind only because you didn’t want me to be burdened—so why... why deny me now?"

The guild hall fell into a stunned silence. Even Raven, hammer still in hand, didn’t swing it. Her sharp eyes narrowed, studying Arthur and the girl with the focus of a predator sniffing out the truth.

Arthur, on the other hand, was dying inside.Wait, what the hell?! Original Arthur had this kind of girl taking care of him and he just—left?! Didn’t want to "bother her"?

His fists clenched.Damn it, Ori-Arthur, you absolute clown. You had a beauty doting on you, cooking, taking care of you, and you walked away? I transmigrated into your sorry ass life just to pick up your leftovers?

Bounchiechomie made a soft "Bloop," which somehow sounded like: Your past self was an idiot.

Arthur groaned under his breath, cheeks flushing as the girl clung tighter to his sleeve. Everyone’s eyes were drilling holes into him, waiting for his answer.

Inside, he screamed:Fine. Screw it. If you won’t take responsibility, Ori-Arthur... I will. And I swear, I’m never wasting a girl like this!

Before Arthur could untangle himself from the girl’s desperate grip, Casca suddenly slid into the scene like a tax collector smelling unpaid debt. Her sly grin was way too suspicious.

"Well then," Casca clapped her hands. "Since you’re so close to Arthur, you’ll have no problem covering his rent, right? He’s been staying in my house. Five gold a week." She tilted her head innocently. "And since you’ll obviously want to stay with him, that makes it... still five gold a week. A bargain, really."

Arthur’s jaw dropped. Oi! What the hell, Casca?!

The black-haired girl didn’t hesitate. Without even blinking, she reached into her pouch and plopped five shiny gold coins into Casca’s palm. Clink, clink, clink.

Arthur froze. "Wha—hey! Don’t just—"

Casca hummed happily as if she’d just sold premium tickets to front-row drama. "Pleasure doing business. Welcome to the family, Miss..."

The girl smiled softly. "Call me Elara."

Arthur’s soul left his body. Damn it, Ori-Arthur. You ditched a woman who not only cooked for you but also casually pays rent without thinking? Are you trying to speedrun the "dumbest man alive" title?

Meanwhile, Raven stood a little to the side, silent, hammer resting against her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed, watching Elara slip so easily into Arthur’s life. Then she exhaled through her nose and turned away.

"...Romantic drama. Pointless," she muttered under her breath. With heavy steps, she strode out of the hall, armor clinking, broad back radiating raw power.

Arthur’s heart sank as he watched her leave. Wait, no—don’t just walk out, Mommy Type! At least glare at me one more time!

He clenched his teeth, torn between the absurd rent scam, Elara’s too-easy acceptance, and Raven abandoning the stage like the side-quest heroine she technically was.

"...My life is officially a harem comedy," he muttered bitterly.

Bounchiechomie answered with a deadpan Bloop, which translated perfectly to: And you’re the punchline.

Vayne let out a long sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "I’m done. I need rest. And I’m finished working under Levain. Whatever he does from now on, count me out."

Lisha stepped forward, her lips curling into a playful grin. "Same here. I don’t give a damn about that spoiled brat anymore."

Her eyes locked on Arthur, sharp and hungry. "I’d rather stay with Arthur."

Arthur stiffened. "H-Huh?"

Lisha raised her voice, making sure the entire guild could hear. "Arthur, I want to be with you. I want you to slap me—on my ass."

The guild hall imploded.

Clang!A sword fell to the floor.Crash!Two mugs shattered at once.

Every single adventurer stared in horrified awe.

Arthur’s brain went blank. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS TIMELINE?!

Bounchiechomie almost fainted, squeaking a panicked "BLOOOOP?!" like a dying trumpet.

Vayne pinched the bridge of his nose. "...I should’ve quit this party years ago."

Arthur’s face burned red, fists shaking. "L-LISHA! Don’t just say insane shit like that in front of everyone!!"

But the damage was done. To the entire guild, the legend was sealed:Arthur wasn’t just the man who slapped poison out of comrades...He was the man women lined up to have their asses slapped by.

The guild couldn’t handle it anymore. After Lisha’s scandalous declaration, the crowd scattered in awkward silence, pretending they hadn’t just witnessed the most cursed confession in history. Chairs scraped, mugs were abandoned, and within minutes the hall was nearly empty.

Arthur staggered out, dragging his feet. Elara was still glued to his arm like a limpet, her warmth pressing against him.

"Brother, don’t leave me again," she whispered, smiling up at him.

Arthur clenched his teeth. Goddammit... why don’t I remember a single thing about her? Cooking, carrying me to bed, doting like a perfect wife—Ori-Arthur had all this and ditched her?

He barely noticed the world around him as they walked. His vision blurred. His head felt heavy. Then—

Darkness.

Arthur collapsed.

When he opened his eyes, the guild, the city, Elara—all of it was gone. He was floating in an endless white void. No ground. No sky. Just silence.

"...The hell...?"

Then a soft glow appeared in front of him. A floating white orb pulsing gently like a heartbeat.

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Oh... so it’s you. You’re the damn voice that’s been whispering in my head all this time, aren’t you?"

The orb thrummed once. A cold, metallic voice echoed directly into his skull.

[Correct.]

Arthur flinched. His throat went dry. "...Knew it."

The orb pulsed brighter.

[And now... you have unlocked Past Memory – Act One.][Please, witness.]

Arthur’s body froze as light swallowed his vision.

Past... Memory

Arthur floated in the void, his body trembling as the white light swallowed him.

God of Fiction never said anything about this...! His teeth ground together. What the hell is this "Past Memory" crap?

Before he could curse further, his consciousness was yanked forward—pulled like a thread being reeled into another world.

When his eyes opened again, he wasn’t in the void anymore.

He was standing on a dirt road, twilight bleeding across the horizon. And there—Elara.

Much younger. Her small shoulders shook as she crouched alone, crying into her hands.

Arthur’s chest tightened. "...The hell... she looks like a kid..." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

He took a step forward—then froze.

From the other side of the road, a boy appeared. Wooden training sword slung over his back, eyes blazing with reckless fire.

Arthur’s breath caught. Shit... that’s me? No... that’s Original Arthur.

The younger Arthur marched up to Elara, his voice clumsy but full of bravado. "Don’t cry! I’ll protect you!"

Arthur’s current self groaned in disbelief. Oh God... please tell me this isn’t some toxic teenage confession arc...

But then—rustling.

From the trees, a pack of goblins burst out, snarling, weapons raised.

Young Arthur jumped in front of Elara, gripping the wooden sword with both hands. "Come at me, bastards!"

He charged. Swing after swing, yelling, pushing, trying to look like a hero. But within seconds, his attacks broke form, the goblins overwhelming him.

The wooden sword snapped. He fell, coughing blood, goblin blades closing in.

Arthur’s adult self froze, horrified. Shit! He’s gonna die!

But before the killing blow landed—

Elara stood.

Her tears dried instantly. Her eyes glowed with unnatural light. She raised her hand and whispered words that didn’t belong to any human tongue.

The air ripped open. A wave of pale blue energy burst outward.

The goblins didn’t even scream—they disintegrated into ash, gone in a single flash.

Young Arthur lay trembling, staring up at her in shock.

Current Arthur’s heart slammed in his chest. What the actual... Elara... isn’t just some clingy childhood sweetheart. She’s... something else.

The void began to ripple again, dragging him deeper into the memory.