So he purposely injured himself for the sake of hitting me…this indeed seems a little intriguing.'A soldier that had no regard for their life. Xavier had originally thought that such a thing wasn't possible, but staring at 876 before him, he had to admit, he was wrong.still.—Bam!Appearing before 876, Xavier's fist dug into his stomach. A small shockwave swept the surroundings."ohu…"The moment Xavier's fist hit landed, a small groan escaped from 876's mouth. Though his face didn't change, because of how strong the punch was, the air was knocked out of him as he fell to his knees.—thud!"H-hey what are you doing"By the side, Joseph flusteredly shouted."Shut up"Snapping his head in Joseph's direction, a tremendous pressure bore down on him paralyzing him completely."There was another reason for me coming here" Joseph's deeply looked at 876. "And that reason is him. Subject 876…It's about time we found out who he truly is."Kracka—!Putting his hand on 876's shoulder, the sound
Ah, I see…"Xavier nodded his head as he fell into deep thought. Within moments he started to get the gist of the situation.'After he failed in completing his designated mission, knowing that we would not let it go, he must've decided to run away. With us in his pursuit, to lay low, there's a high chance that he resorted to robbing people in the street to make ends meet…from there he must've attacked 876 but ended up failing.'In Xavier's mind, everything was starting to check out. After killing Thibaut, whoever 876 was before, he must've looked through his storage device and taken everything.This was not something shocking as it was pretty much something everyone did once they killed someone.'Also, the diary he was referring to must've been a list of possible recruits for contract…'Every agent had one. It was so that they could keep track of the people that they wanted to exploit and entice them to join the royal academy.The more Xavier thought about it, the more everything star
Hello." At that moment, the white-haired figure stopped and smiled at him. "My name is White Reaper, and it is an honour to finally meet you. Mr Overlord." He then extended his hand in his direction. Hmmm..." Staring at the hand that reached out for him, Edward didn't immediately take it. Rather, he continued to carefully scrutinize the individual in front of him. 'He's not simple...' That was the conclusion he came up with after carefully examining him. p Raising his head, their eyes met. "White Reaper, right?" "...Yes, that's my name." "What a peculiar name..." Lowering his head, Edward's eyes paused on his extended hand. At that moment, he was astonished to discover two small words written on his index finger. [Play along] Closing his eyes, Edward's face remained stoic. Although he was surprised, he knew better than to show his outer emotions. Taking his eyes away from the hand, he glanced at the individual in front of him. Once their eyes met, the ends of the White
"Hmm, brother I miss you." White reaper said as he looked at a photo.The figure in the photo looked almost identical to the white reaper.Deep -ocean-like blue eyes.Pale white skin.While the person in the photo had jet-black hair white reaper had snow-white hair.*Ashen grey clouds covered the sky as a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the world.WIIIIIING!Suddenly, a brilliant light spread shot out, spreading within the empty air. Following this, a terrifying pressure rose, causing the grey clouds to disperse.Within the light was a human figure whose features were indiscernible. Yet, the pressure that the figure gave out caused the air to vibrate.Whoever the figure was, they were an absolute master.Soon enough, the human figure within the brilliant light became increasingly clear as the light dimmed down. Finally, the light converged towards the figure, and a black-clothed male with two crimson-coloured eyes appeared in the air.Lifting his head, the crimson-eyed figure looked towa
"Huff huff." White reaper huffed and panted heavily as he woke up. * While everyone focused on the empty grounds below, the crowd cheered raucously throughout the arena. Everyone's attention was focused on a certain devil as she stood in the middle of the arena with a bright smile on her face. Opening her mouth, she emitted a sweet, seductive voice that filled the arena. [For today's match on our left side we have Deathbringer, the current Emperor of the King bracket.] As she spoke, the gate on the left side opened, and a devil appeared from the other side of the arena. Seeing bat wings splayed across his back and a frame so enormous that it even put some orcs to shame, the crowd became even more enthralled. "Kill!" "Destroy that elf!" "You better make me something you traitor!" As he stopped in the middle of the arena, he did not bother to look at the crowd. Despite being a devil, he had no sense of attachment toward them. Rather, he despised them with all his being. As h
Crack. Even then, the cracks continued to form on the shield. It wasn't long before a glass-shattering sound echoed out, and the first shield broke into pieces. "Kh..." With a weak groan, SilverStar took a step back and blood started to seep down his nose. Gritting his teeth, he continued to persevere. Crash—! The second barrier collapsed, causing SilverStar's face to pale significantly. But it was enough as a smile soon formed on his lips. That was because after the second barrier collapsed, the attack finally ceased, leaving behind one last barrier. As SilverStar glanced at Deathbringer, he could hear the spectators' loud chants. When SilverStar turned his head to look at the crowd, he could feel their malice-filled eyes and words wishing him nothing but death. He was honestly sick of it. This useless game where he had to fight other people for the sake of the demon's entertainment had become too much for him to stomach. It took all his willpower to keep a straight face.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Trying to comprehend what had happened, the Duke's head rose and fell repeatedly as he stared at his right chest. Throughout the silence, the white reaper's mouth opened. "…What a pity." A fluke. A simple and miraculous fluke. 'It's the only way to explain it…' The Duke thought as he kept denying the reality that was presented before his eyes. There was simply no way for someone whose rank was weaker than his to be able to hit him. Impossible! Although he was suppressed, he was still a Duke-ranked demon. A Duke-ranked demon! An existence that was supposed to stand at the apex of all worlds. A figure who had the ability to squash Counts with a simple wave of his hand. …Or at least that was how things were supposed to be. Drip. Drip. But, as he heard the sound of his d dripping toward the ground, he started to question this notion. 'How is this possible?' His only memory was moving one step before feeling a sharp pain on the right side of his body. Ra
But that wasn't what concerned Lightning Dragon. His concern was that the White Reaper on stage wasn't the one he had fought. 'His mana control, it's completely different from when we fought. In addition, he moves a lot more efficiently than in the past. Every one of his movements seems to be perfectly calculated, and...hm?' His thoughts paused for a second. Leaning his body closer, his eyes opened widely as he pressed his hand on the window to get a better look at the fight. 'Wait…' His eyes slowly started to enlarge. "That…" Opening and closing his mouth, his face paled as he came to a sudden realization. 'He's standing where he was at the beginning of the fight.' No, rather, he was only one step ahead of where he previously stood. This… Who in the world was this? Was he the White Reaper he had once fought? 'Impossible.' Lightning Dragon shook his head. The undeniable reality in front of him shook him to the core. It was at that moment. "Enough!" He was jolted out