At the night, Princess Sophia is kissing me hungrily, taking more life energy from my kiss.“I don’t know, Why Alex, but I keep thinking about you and I know we cannot have sex before my marriage but.” Princess opens her clothes.“If we do it now, you have to promise me you win the tournament, or you and I need to elope.”“Don’t worry. I will win the tournament for you.” I said confidently.“I don’t think I can control this craving of more.” Sophia says and our lips meet, igniting a spark that envelops both Sophia and me in a captivating embrace, leaving her spellbound and me completely absorbed in the moment.Following our intense kiss, I remove my shirt, displaying my chiseled physique complete with defined abs. Sophia admires this, gently tracing her fingers over my muscles, feeling their strength."I've longed for this moment," Sophia whispers softly while biting her lips."And I've always been captivated by your beauty," I reply, helping Sophia with her inner clothes, interspersi
I stand alone in the expansive arena, the weight of impending battles of tournament pressing down on me.Around me, the vast space buzzes with the anticipation of the crowd, waiting for any challenger to step forward.Soon after enduring twenty days and nights of relentless fighting alone on the arena, I am determined to emerge victorious in all the encounters.‘Yes, my initial plan was exactly that.’However, my new friend Procas, the organizer of this grand tournament and the mastermind behind its profits, disagrees with me.He argues, "Many people desire their local nobles to win the tournament and claim the kingship. They crave a competition among the nobility themselves."Thus, the event transforms into a true tournament—a one-on-one battle format that draws participants from across the Babel planet. Every noble, high or low, can either enter personally or send their finest knights to represent them.This unique tournament, now the only one of its kind, is set to span two months
In the morning, as I awaken, I find Princess Sophia and Mira still deep in slumber. The remnants of last night linger, sweet yet exhausting.With my fight looming just five hours away, I am looking something to waste my time.I decide to prepare breakfast for them while simultaneously accessing Sariel with my Rank 2 permission.This level of access allows me to dispatch spheres from Babel to Earth through the gate.These spheres will act as ambassadors, gathering information, offering assistance, and fostering collaboration.It's like I could ask a personal external mission from within the confines of Babel to outside.Although I can carry out certain tasks with Rank 2, full utilization of Babel's technologies and resources requires Rank 1 permission.I diligently type commands into Sariel, preparing for the moment I attain Rank 1.Right now, I'm organizing all the tasks, and Sariel will only perform specific tasks within the constraints of my current permissions.Once I upgrade, Sari
As we are entangled, I know If we fall together, it will be a draw.‘And all my doing for months will turn into shit!’I activate my strength ability to push him down first although my arm is really painful with burning pain and I use the recoil to spring my body back to the arena.I could see he with his pale disbelief face hits the ground hard, and I am laying on the arena.Yet, I scream painfully as I see my right hand beginning to melt, emitting a foul odor.A sphere controlled by Sariel quickly comes to my aid, shooting a cold mist that seems to freeze my melting arms."Rank 2 person is in danger; we will provide the best treatment for your health," the sphere announces as it hovers near my face."For now, we need to slow your heartbeat and cleanse your blood. Please, go to sleep." Then, as the sphere pushes all the mist toward my head, everything fades to black.When I wake up, I find myself in my penthouse. "What happened?" I ask Princess Sophia, who is sitting by my side. Her
"Sariel," I ask. "Can you check the identity of the unknown sender to my mailbox?""Yes, I can, but since it was sent by a rank 2 person and you also hold rank 2, you cannot check the identity unless you are rank 1," Sariel explains following the protocol.I suspect it must be Bernard who sent the message."Move to the arena," I command my wheelchair, which responding to my voice, swiftly carries me from the hall towards the arena.As I enter the arena, a large, bald man with menacing tattoos glares at me under the sun."Do you want to fight or surrender?" he asks, his voice booming across the open space.I laugh, amused. "Why would I want to surrender?" I retort, finding the whole situation rather humorous."Because we will kill all of Kingsley if you do not surrender!" he threatens, his eyes narrowing."You people can kill them if that's what you choose, why should I save them by surrendering to you?" I respond coolly, unfazed by his intimidation. “Very funny.”The bald man pauses,
Yorick screams painfully.The sight is horrific as it appears that multiple entities are inside Yorick’s body, each crawling out one by one, screaming and collapsing onto the arena floor.Each creature, about twenty in human shape, begins to melt under the intense heat of the spotlight, their forms disintegrating into the ground.The potent poison takes effect swiftly; within five minutes, Yorick and all the creatures hidden within him are dissolving into the arena.The air is thick with the acrid smell of their demise, and the crowd watches in a mix of horror and fascination.“The winner is Alex!” the referee yells, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.The crowd erupts into a frenzy. "Alex! Alex! Alex!" they chant, their earlier horror temporarily forgotten in the excitement of victory.“Now, it is the awarding time!” announces the referee. “Our king will present the trophy directly!” The crowd's attention shifts to the king's special seat, where Sophia and the queen are a
I observe Livia carefully. Despite the chaos I've unleashed Sariel with rank 1 tasked to eliminate all physical demons around Babel, Livia is here, unscathed.This can only mean one thing: she isn't a physical being but a spirit, and this sudden, piercing pain in my chest must be the result of a spiritual attack—perhaps a curse or black magic.Evading a spiritual attack or black magic generally isn't difficult for someone with a deep faith in the True Source, the God.Unfortunately, my faith is lukewarm at best, so I can only pray with what little conviction I have.“Dear True Source, please protect me from all kinds of evil spirits. Send me your Light and Love for protection.”As the words leave my lips, a soft, almost translucent light surrounds me, forming a shield. It isn’t particularly vivid, yet it’s sufficient to make Livia recoil.Light always could destroy the darkness; it works like a charm.“You will never break my black magic contract with the King, and all of these souls
The minister's frustration is evident in his teary eyes as he exclaims, "Why do you mirror your master so closely? If I express dissent, will you simply eliminate me? In this day and age, such a notion is preposterous!""I don’t care," Sariel replies coldly, his voice steady and threatening. "I only know that if you don’t agree, we will kill you and later your whole family.""Damn it!" the minister yells, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness. "I agree!"Around the country, spheres start to float menacingly toward each influential figure—military generals, the leader of the hunters, and other key individuals—taunting them and demanding obedience. "Follow my command or I will kill you."More and more people starting to cooperate with Sariel, even if they don’t like her. She is real attacker and she try to free the city from the monstrous beasts.Outside the towering Babel gate, Sariel begins constructing the main base for her operations, resembling a massive castle.The country is now u