THIRD FLOOR – SUZAKOHeat. This was the first thought that came into Cielo’s mind as soon as he stepped out from the portal. The blood that drenched him immediately dried up the moment he entered the third floor of the dungeon.Beneath his feet was a surface made of granite. Every meter away from him, there was a wide stream of magma. One wrong move and he would surely be torched to his death.Like what happened to the second floor, the portal vanished which connected him to the second floor. In order to come out from this hellhole, he had to ‘find’ the portal which was obviously missing. Compared to the other two floors, there were no evident signs of the gleaming portal.Red and black. Red magma and black stony surface. These surrounded Cielo. Sweat trickled down his chin and nape as he leaped from one stony surface to another.“Where are you? Are you too afraid after witnessing what happened to your neighbors?” Cielo provoked the third floor’s boss which was still yet to be known.

“To lose is to gain,” mumbled Cielo.He lost the definition of life and became a living burden to his sister in his prime years, but Cielo had taken back time. In a sense, he had lost his life only to regain the precious time equipped with knowledge of the present and the original future. But the process of losing had changed him immensely.Looking back, Cielo could feel that it was not a lifetime away and that it was only yesterday. Every night he would walk into his mother’s and sister’s rooms just to convince himself that they were alive and healthy—that it was not a dream.This level of security and reality was the reason why Cielo wanted to master the God’s Eyes immediately. Nothing had changed except the fact that he had gained more time before his enemies would move against their family of three. Unless he mastered the art of the God’s Eyes, Cielo did not know when he would be able to sleep straight at night.“Why are you so willing to die by my hands? Death is a context that i

Elder Ruso fainted on the spot upon being subjected to the fearsome guardian beast. With bubbles around his mouth, his eyes rolled up. One mere hiss from the gigantic black serpent that almost covered half of the assembly area, Elder Ruso’s last thoughts before he lost consciousness was his life flashing before him. On the other hand, Elder Minron became pale but he did not lose consciousness in front of the jaws of death. Closing his eyes, he felt the hot breath and smelled the stench of blood and gore from the Black Serpent’s mouth. Clenching his fists, Elder Minron opened his eyes—though he dared not look into the Black Serpent’s eyes. “Lo-Lord Black S-Serpent, I am your loyal subject, Minron. Please listen to our humble request.” The gigantic snake slithered its way toward Elder Minron. The closer it got to the elder, the paler the old man had become. He had to hide his trembling fists under his garbs. Elder Minron immediately knelt, his head touching the wooden floor. “The Tri

The lanky Olrock man staggered from the turbulent energy that slammed his body. Even after the fact that they were the farthest from such a monster and that they were not the receiving end of the command, his body almost followed suit with the folks from the Free Cities.Aside from Alamin of the Olrock Tribe, Senya of the Roxas Tribe and the blonde man from the Hiperia Tribe beside Senya, all the other warriors of the three tribes were either moaning or fighting off their nausea.Senya wiped the sweat from her chin. “That young lad is the real deal.” She shifted her attention to the smiling blonde man beside her. “Right, Xerxes?”“Wait for that little lady to make a move. According to my sources, she is the strongest one among us. Next to her is that young boy.” Xerxes shook his head. “Really. The powers of the guardian beasts are incomparable to us mere mortals.”“Guardian beasts?” Alamin piped in. Though he did not care about information and intel sources, the raw strength he felt f

Unlike the opening ceremony, Cielo was sporting the traditional garbs of the Regalia Clan—a samurai hakama of pure black. Though he was not sporting any samurai right now, the dagger under his hakama was enough, and of course, Rito. The moment he stepped down from the car, what the people, who were waiting to see the warriors for the Trials of Eights, saw first was the pair of geta sandals—a complete contrast to the sparkling black shoes he had worn yesterday.With every step he made to the entrance of the arena, the sound of the wooden sandals resonated amid the clicking of cameras and rainfall of questions.Cielo was midway to the entrance when a Lamborghini arrived right after the Volvo drove away. Turning back to see Velicia in a pastel dress, he did not have some second thoughts and went straight to her.Smiling down at her as a way of greeting, he asked for permission. “May I?”Like always, Velicia nodded.-“You entered the entrance twice together? Are the two clans merging?”-“