| “ | Pain is a good thing. At the very least, it reminds me... that I'm still alive! | ” |
Bio[]
The "Beast" of the Pit, Revelry's boxing ring. A lover of pain, the more he hurts, the harder he fights. But although he may fight like a madman, normally he's no different from any other youngster. If anything, he's even more innocent and naive. He loves delicious foods, especially sweets, and he loves stuffing whatever he sees into his mouth to have a taste. Because of his painful past, he doesn't like being by himself, so he'll often bug people into fighting him.
Food Introduction[]
Ganache is a chocolate born of failure. Legend has it that when an apprentice was making sweets, he accidentally poured in too much milk, causing his master to hurl the insult "ganache" at him, which in French means imbecile or clumsy. However, this failed sweet was unexpectedly delicious, and thus the ganache was born. The ganache-making process is extremely complex and intricate. It has a silky texture and combines the rich, aromatic flavor of chocolate with the sweetness of cream in a perfect union. Ganache is often used as the filling for chocolate truffles, and many cakes use it between layers or as ornamentation.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1904 |
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 Attack
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64 |
 Defense
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19 |
 HP
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611 |
 Crit Rate
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1099 |
 Crit Dmg
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989 |
 Atk Spd
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666 |
Skills[]
| Burning Bones | Basic Skill | |
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Ganache holds a burning fireball that blazes and grows, and he hurls it forward to explode and deal 100% (180%) ATK as damage plus 150 (1950) extra damage to the nearest enemy, while also lowering his/her DEF by 25%, lasting 3 seconds. | |
| Cyclone Deathshot | Energy Skill | |
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Ganache builds up his rage and goes into turbo-brawl mode, boosting his attack speed by 50% but lowering his ATK by 20%, lasting 4 seconds, and also adding 77 (1001) damage to his next three attacks. | |
| Super Cyclone Deathshot | Link Skill | |
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Ganache builds up his rage and goes into turbo-brawl mode, boosting his attack speed by 60% but lowering his ATK by 15%, lasting 4 seconds, and also adding 95 (1235) damage to his next three attacks. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
| JP | CN | ||
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| Contract | My Attendant?! Awesome! Quick, tell me, what do I do to get you to hit me?[1] | ||
| Log In | You're here! Yeah, hee-hee, the show in the Pit's already over. Let's go out and play! | ||
| Ice Arena | Ech... the ice here isn't good to eat...[2] | ||
| Skills | Hahahaha, c'mon, hit me back! | ||
| Ascend | I seem to smell something sweet... Aw, if only I could eat the air... | ||
| Fatigue | It's okay, I can take it. Even if it hurts a little more... it's okay... | ||
| Recovering | Oh... I still can't fight? Aw... but fighting in this condition feels the best... | ||
| Team Formation | Of course I'm going to lead the charge! Haha, so rain all those attacks down on me! | ||
| Knockout | Ah... still not enough... | ||
| Notice | Attendant! I know you said you don't like sweets, so this time I only added two bags of sugar! Come have a taste![3] | ||
| Idle 1 | Who's to say what's success and what's failure? Why... do I only want failures... want to be cast aside... | ||
| Idle 2 | "Don't eat the candles on the cake..." ...There, with this note, Attendant won't get a bellyache like me from not watching what I eat! | ||
| Idle 3 | Battle, pain, recovery, more battle... Is this all I exist for? ...Yeah, because outside of this, I can't think of anything else I can do. | ||
| Interaction 1 | This scar here is... uh... how'd I get this? Hee-hee, I plum forgot! | ||
| Interaction 2 | Haha, I like pain more than tickling, so do that again, but harder![4] | ||
| Interaction 3 | Mm... You know, I'm not too used to this cozy feeling, but if it makes you happy, then whatever. | ||
| Pledge | Huh? I-I can? Really?! Then it's a deal! Pinky swear! Abso-rootin'-tootin'-lutely no takebacks! | ||
| Intimacy 1 | That's strange. When it's from you, it's not only pain that makes me happy, but even gentle contact. | ||
| Intimacy 2 | Attendant, if you're into it, then you don't have to be gentle with me. Just be merciless from the get-go...[5] | ||
| Intimacy 3 | Huh? You want to tickle me again? Hee-hee, bring it! You can do anything you want to me! Just... just as long as you don't ditch me! | ||
| Victory | Huh? It's over? | ||
| Defeat | Attendant, can we go another round? | ||
| Feeding | It's good... but this feeling of happiness can be addicting... | ||
Skins
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| Best Wishes From Afar, Snow Flute | |||||||
Notes
- ↑ CN Contract: I have a Master Attendant now?! That's amazing!! Quickly tell me what I need to do in order to receive a beating from you!
- ↑ CN Ice Arena: Augh... The ice in here is inedible...
- ↑ CN Notice: Attendant! Because you said you don't like it too sweet, I only added two packets of sugar the time! Quickly take a bite!
- ↑ CN Interaction 2: Haha, as opposed to itchiness, I prefer pain! That's why it's fine if you put in more force!
- ↑ CN Intimacy 2: Attendant, if you're as fickle as them, then you don't have to be so warm to me. From the start, you should have been a bit more cruel...
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I. Honey
...Too slow!
Before the boxer had time to stop his hand, his exaggeratedly large eyes were almost stuck against my face.
The flames below the ring crackled, seemingly flinging their wax into his eyes, forcing that fear and hatred to cower in a corner.
Too bad... there was nowhere for them to run now.
"Are you playing with me like a mouse...?"
When one hit didn't do the trick, the rage in the boxer's eyes grew even more evident. Truly a strange fellow...
"I'm not messing with you. It's just your fists are too weak."
"...Damnit!"
He slugged out a left hook, but the whooshing breeze just swept past my ear.
Missed again.
If this kept up, the crowd would get bored...
I'll have to end this ASAP, or else Attendant will get mad. And I'm not...
—I'm not going to get any satisfaction either.
While these thoughts ran through my head, a familiar and intimate pain shot up from my abdomen.
And then everything spun around, and then my back crashed against the ropes, until I tumbled out of the ring.
Heh, this guy really had some power if he could throw me this far...
"Ow... that hurts... ugh..."
Uh-oh, I accidentally said that out loud... but, probably nobody heard it, right?
I hauled myself up using one of the ring's posts. When I looked up, the smile on that guy's face in the ring froze.
"You... why are you...?"
His voice trembled as he asked.
"Why are you... smiling...?"
I felt the corners of my mouth and sure enough, I could feel them curling upward.
What? You don't get it?
"Because..."
I put my arms on the floor of the ring and looked up at that winner with the terrified face.
Taking a punch. Giving a punch. Winning or losing.
New and old injuries piling on top of each other, pulsing with pain. But to me, the smell of a fight was like sweetest honey...
"I really enjoy, really like... this pain."
"Next time, please really try to destroy me, okay?"
Two gold coins fell into my palm with a lonely clink.
I flattened my mouth. As I cautiously observed my already impatient Attendant's face, I held up my earnings with both hands.
"Hmph. Failure though you are, at least you occasionally come in handy."
I put my hands behind me, obediently listening to him with my head bowed.
Ah. As icy as the words were that Attendant spat out...
"...Let's go home. This is enough money to buy some new instruments for the lab. I don't want to hang around this forsaken place."
"Today's experiment is going to surpass that guy's accomplishments... This is very important. Under no circumstances are you to fail again. Got it?"
...but feeling his voice so very, very close to me...
...at least right now, I was needed by him, right?
"Got it!"
And so, I picked up my bruised legs and cheerily followed Attendant down that gloomy alley.
II. Childish Pursuit
A white light. A scalpel gleaming silver. Slowly blurring vision.
And after, there's the body, paralyzed from the anesthesia. The wound still not sewn closed. And the filthy operating table...
Scared...?
No! I should be chomping at the bit for all of it!
Because that's Attendant's hope—a successful experiment. That's a very important thing for Attendant!
Being able to complete such an important thing with him would make me so happy!
Yep! That's happiness, alright!
"Tsk... there's probably not enough alcohol. Not that it matters if the wound gets infected, but it wouldn't do to interfere with the experiment results... Ganache, go to that underground clinic and bring back a bottle."
"Okay! Coming right up!"
At the sound of Attendant's voice, my body jumps up like an involuntary reflex.
He has a short fuse. When he gives an order, you better carry it out right away, or else when the next experiment comes around, he'll be extra rough on purpose...
Now, I like the pain, but... but...
...there is no but! I just like the pain!
The street after a rain was emptier than usual. I jumped into puddles big and small, then suddenly saw a piece of candy forgotten by someone next to a trash can.
"Today's my lucky day after all~"
After wiping the grimy water off the candy's wrapper with my sleeve, I slipped it into my pocket, then licked my sticky fingers.
"...Yum! Candy is the yummiest food on the planet!"
The sugar played a sweet waltz on my taste buds, and I followed the melody without thinking.
When the melody ended, I was at the entrance to some anonymous alley. I halted my steps uncertainly and pricked up my ears...
From deep in the alley came a strange noise.
"Is someone there?"
No one responded.
Uh... then I guess I'll just go see anyway!
Following the scent of human, I finally found a boy curled up behind a trash can in this labyrinthine alley.
I hesitated a moment, then picked up an abandoned plastic pipe. But before I touched the kid, he suddenly cried out:
"D-don't hurt me!"
"Eh? Sorry~ There are so many flies here, I thought you were already..."
...dead.
I blinked my eyes and refrained from saying that indelicate word out loud.
"...What do you want? I don't have a penny on me. It was all taken by that drunkard father of mine to bet on boxing with. And he's in trouble with a debt collector!"
Bet on boxing? So this was the kid of a customer!
As this realization dawned on me, I scratched at my hair awkwardly.
"I just happened to be passing by..."
Before I could finish, the boy's expression suddenly changed and he started pointing behind me like he'd seen a monster.
"Look out!"
III. Unfamiliar Road
I cocked my head, making it look like I just happened to dodge the staggering blow that came from behind me.
Seeing that their sneak attack failed, the several goons who suddenly appeared behind me shouted vile curses and brandished the metal clubs they were holding.
The metal crashing into the plastic trash can instantly made a severe dent.
Wow, if that had hit me...
"Does... it hurt? That metal club?"
"Kid, if you're scared, then scram. This ain't none of your business."
Scared? Apparently they didn't understand what I meant.
"How could a fight be none of my business? Besides... this is the kid of a customer!"
Puzzled looks came over the goons' faces, but they quickly got back into fighting stances, preparing to smash me with their clubs.
Haha, perfect! Another good ole fashioned throwdown!
But...
Five minutes later, I was waving my fist, still unsatisfied.
"Too weak! How's that supposed to make me feel pain!?"
"If that's all you can do, then you shouldn't even call yourselves fighters..."
After giving a goon crying on the ground a consolatory pat on the head, I flashed a smile at the kid staring in a daze.
"Customer's kid, you can go now."
"Why are you smiling? You're still bleeding!"
The boy rushed forward anxiously, expertly ripping his clothes to bandage my wound.
"Bleeding? Isn't that a good thing?"
I didn't know why he was anxious. All I could do was scratch at my hair.
There was an incredulous look in his eye.
"...What kinda weird thing is that to say?"
Weird?
But... Master Attendant... likes to see me bleed.
It's only when I'm laying on the operating table that he shows a rare smile.
And only when I put gold earned from boxing fights in his hand do his eyes have a moment of tenderness.
Attendant...
"Uh-oh!"
"...?"
The feeble rays of the setting sun in the distance made me suddenly remember that a long time had passed. If I delay anymore, Attendant will throw a fit!
And so, ignoring the astonished look on the boy's face, I scurried over the goons on the ground and ran to the underground clinic.
"W-wait! Wh-what's your name?"
"Huh? Because you want to bet on me at the boxing ring? But... little kids can't gamble!"
"Huh? No... I wanted..."
Some people...
With a reluctant sniff, I found myself running back. I hesitated a moment before tossing the candy in my pocket to the kid.
"You take it. If you eat it, remember to be a good little kid. Definitely don't grow up to be like these bad men!"
With that, I waved at him and ran off, not noticing that he kept his eyes on me for a long, long time...
IV. Failure
*Ding-ding-ding—*
The bell rang, and another boxing match began.
But this time, the boxer across from me somehow looked... a little familiar?
"...Strange. How do you still look exactly like in my memory?"
The boxer brushed the tip of his nose with his index finger as he muttered.
I cocked my head, trying to search for some corresponding scrap of memory, but unfortunately I got nothing.
"Have you forgotten? You... saved me."
Memories involving saving were all too rare, so I wracked my brain for a bit and finally managed to come up with something.
"It's you! The customer's kid!"
"You..."
A plastic bottle that a customer threw from outside the ring cut him short.
They didn't want to see boxers having a pleasant little chat. They just wanted to bet money on two cornered beasts trying to rip each other to shreds.
And so, the youth furrowed his brow and threw a fairly menacing punch at me.
For a human's limitations, the guy wasn't bad at all.
A steady barrage of fists rained down on me, and bruises overlapped into a confusion of musical notes.
My body shivered ever so slightly—I didn't mind pain, so...
...so that was excitement! It was happiness! It was my heart singing out!
"You're really something!"
I complimented.
However, although my body was still craving more pain, there wasn't much time left.
"C'mon. Time to knock me out the ring."
My opponent was a newcomer, so everybody would mostly put their money on me, the seasoned veteran.
And my thank you for this lively and delightful bout would be...
"This way, you can walk away with most of the purse."
It was the most natural thing in the world for me to think that, because money was a thing that bought humans happiness!
When glittering gold was exchanged for icy cold lab equipment, Attendant's eyes always glowed with a strange splendor.
He caressed a new surgical scalpel more tenderly than he would caress a person.
—Yep. Everything I did now was to make Attendant happy.
It was the value of my existence.
"...What nonsense are you spouting?"
He leaned away from the hole that I had exposed on purpose.
The customers outside the ring let out a volley of boos.
I cocked my head in confusion and realized my opponent had a strange look on his face.
"You mean... your fights are all rigged?"
"Yeah. You didn't know?"
And so, the erstwhile look of respect on the youth's face was swept clean away by bewilderment and contempt.
"...I only picked up boxing because I looked up to you."
"...After you saved me, I finally realized I couldn't always run away from reality. As scrawny as I was, I could still do everything in my power to protect others using my fists, like you. And not..."
In the face of his disappointment, I awkwardly wiped the sweat off my palm on my pant leg, so nervous that I could barely get out my words.
"Aww... Honestly, I don't even understand what you're saying."
"I'm not some great guy like you imagine. I only get in the boxing ring because..."
"...Hurry up and finish! I have an experiment! Tsk! You failure! Stop making trouble for others with your needless nonsense!"
Before I could finish, my impatient attendant waiting outside the ring cut me off.
"Yes, Master Attendant."
Obeying orders, I quickly dispatched the youth.
The crowd outside the ring all cheered, but sticking out like a sore thumb amidst those cheers was the youth lying on the canvas, not moving a muscle.
"You okay?"
I walked up to him a little worried and held out a hand to pick him up, but I was shoved away by him.
"You... vile monster."
The youth growled the words, then fled.
I stood in a daze in the boxing ring a long time before snapping back to the present. It seemed like something had bounced off my cheek just now...
With that thought, I turned my face in the direction of the attack.
—That sparkling, glowing object was none other than the thing I'd given to my opponent all those years ago.
I bent over and peeled off the tattered wrapper, then licked the sour, stinky candy inside.
The sugar played a variation of the waltz on my taste buds.
An emotion that I couldn't understand assaulted me. My numb body didn't react, but my heart trembled.
"...Monster..."
I muttered.
My senses began to reawaken, and the pain that I was intentionally ignoring now surged forward like a tide, along with a suffocating feeling, mild and yet that seemed like it would kill me.
Why...
How it hurt.
Why...
I could not be the Food Soul Attendant hoped for, and I also could not become a normal boxer. And now...
Now I couldn't even be a pain-tolerant test subject...
"...Is that all I can be, a monster, just a worthless failure...?"
V. Ganache
As a failed specimen, one ought to ingratiate oneself with one's master and avoid the fate of being unceremoniously cast away.
This was the survival lesson Ganache had learned from his Attendant's disgusted expression, before he had even learned his own name.
And because he accepted fate, he had to swallow the hardship that came along with it.
Through the window in front of the operating table, he saw dusk, saw daybreak, and saw an end to the endless night.
But Attendant's thirst for success, and the pain he thrust upon him, was endless.
In the end, Ganache learned to accept it, and to live with it.
Because pain was everywhere.
He was like a sugar-addicted child. He grew to love the feeling.
This is wrong—Ganache never realized the truth.
He is just a beast born in a cage, and his menacing fangs and claws were only for "taking care of" Attendant's enemies.
Attendant spent all his savings on countless experiments, and so he took to the boxing ring and used every dirty trick in the book to turn a dollar.
And when Attendant's soul grew twisted after countless failures, he had to take responsibility as the source of the "failure". To turn the knife at himself, as his Attendant did.
He was a failure.
And just like his love of pain, this lie of a curse got carved into his simple and stubborn brain.
So after that youth said what he did and stormed off, he thought as always that he himself had done something wrong.
People always blamed him for being foolish, troublesome, and even strange and despicable.
But no one ever taught him what he should do.
What did he have to do so that Attendant wouldn't get angry? So that those eyes that once held hope wouldn't fall in disappointment?
His thin body, numb from pain and riddled with injuries, still ran on in search of answers, but he never found any.
*Drip-drip-drip...*
An IV bag full of yellow medicine swayed in Attendant's shaking hand, like a drunkard trying to get the last drop of poison from the glass.
Ganache compliantly lowered his wrist, letting the thin needle break his skin and release its mind-numbing fog.
Flashing light lit up Attendant's disappointed face like a slideshow.
"...With a human's limitations, it's impossible to replace a god. Have you... realized that...?"
"The failure all along... was me..."
The man seemed rocked by this cold, hard truth. He threw down his scalpel and tossed aside a shattered Ganache, then charged out of the laboratory in a nervous breakdown.
Ganache lay on the icy operating table, feeling the blood flowing from his abdomen gradually lose its warmth. His sense of pain also stagnated.
A feeling of self-pity welled up in his eyes, along with reluctant tears.
Of course... when he didn't need to take the pain anymore, the world just discarded him.
He fell into a deep sleep... until he was awakened by the sound of birds and breeze outside the window.
His wounds had been meticulously stitched up, and a soft light at the head of the bed lit up an unfamiliar, yet cozily-appointed room.
Just as he was starting to feel uneasy confusion, a pair of butterfly wings entered his field of vision.
"...I... remember you..."
Ganache looked at those merciless eyes and muttered.
You're that... god that Master Attendant hoped to surpass.
He couldn't bring himself to say out loud the second half of this sentence.
He plunged into a dream again.
In the dream, there were Attendant's hateful eyes, and the young boxer's cutting words.
But there was also someone who looked evil and strange, and yet was willing to take the time to tell him "what he should do"—
Boxing and life should take different meaning.
Physical pain can temporarily numb emotional pain, but just like alcohol, it is just a slow-acting poison that ultimately will never cure pain.
But it still wasn't easy for him to accept this.
"Because this world needs people in charge of taking pain... so that I can live happily on, right?"
If this was not indeed the case—then, the basis of his existence, his core belief, would be shaken, wouldn't it?
But still, thankfully...
Thankfully the person by him wasn't like Attendant, obsessed with using lies to mold him into a failure.
And he gave him his time and let him grow on his own.
He was a beast trapped in a cage, a cage strong and solid that no one could open.
But if outside of the cage was warm enough so that his heart—so bruised and broken that it had been forced to freeze over—could thaw...
...then if he wanted...
...he could step out of the cage whenever he wanted and stand in the gladiator arena we call "the world". He can stand tall and shed the disguise of "failure", winning true success.