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A Colosseum containing a hundred thousand of people where cheering and clamoring usually happens. As the contenders are fighting admiringly, the crowd will be taken by their unpredictable movements and stunning techniques. And as the fighting continues until the end, a victor shall arise followed by the thunderous cries from the crowd.

But it's different this time.

The whole Colosseum was dead silence and nothing can be heard even a single cheering for the victor.

The battlefield was torched and burnt from every corner and every places.

Verion stand straight, puffing up his chest facing the crowd while making a grin on his face. With all his opponents fallen down to the ground unconscious.

All the people in the crowd should've expected that the Ethereal Dragons will lose quickly, even though they know that Verion is the 16th Titanium ranked adventurer. However, his feats are just common to those adventurers who reached Titanium rank before him.

But what the crowd saw was unbelievable, the Guild who should've been one of the people's best pick on the tournament have been utterly defeated in less than 3 minutes. It's reverse to what they have expected. Even the other contenders can't thoroughly understood the aftermath of the battle.

After that, the two boys who's been unconscious lately stood up without having a problem and went to Verion's side.

"I told you right? There is not a single opponent who could match the might of Verion-sama"

Although having bruises and burnt throughout his body, Droth's proud voice coming from deep in his heart echoes all over the Colosseum.

Everyone knew, and everyone believed that crane is the strongest if it comes to defense and vitality.

But even so, Verion ended him with just one blow and not just him, including the Arch Wizard that has the highest firepower among the Titanium ranked adventurers.

Infernal Crusaders should've been the strongest Guild but they're always been defeated because of 3 persons. Adonis, Sieggen and the other person from the Gray Shield.

And so, Verion and the boys beside him left the battlefield leaving everyone speechless.

•••

After Verion left the battlefield, the automated spell casted on the Colosseum gradually repaired the battlefield.

Whille the Guildmaster of Infernal clenched his fist from being frustrated, ordered a his men to take his contender and send them to the priests to heal them.

And after a while, everything is done and the field is as good as new.

{ Then again everyone!! This is Georf your announcer and from now the second match will begin!! }

The announcer energized the crowd with his charismatic voice.

The Colosseum was alive again and loud cheerings from the crowds filled up the entire place.

{ And for the second match! }

Intense drummings echoes everywhere.

{ ....Divine Swords vs... League of Darkness!!! }

A booming cheer erupted from the crowds.

Verion didn't took interest to them, as they're just small fries that could not even make him watch their flight.

And so, as Verion was resting to his room, a corner below the place where the crowds where sitting going through the right of the entrance where Verion entered.

The room was full of spider webs, old stocks of barrels and a tattered bed which is not worthy of a room to a great person like Verion.

But, just before Verion entered the room, Droth and Syth cleaned every corner of the room leaving no single dust making it more glamorous than a high-class room.

Verion commented "Well done" and the boys replied with "Thank you very much Verion-sama" and left the room.

As for now, Verion could hear the loud cheering from the crowd which he didn't heard during his battle --- he's talking about the cheering for him.

"Ku~fufufu! Verion-sama!!!

Nezhia topped Verion moving her hips forward and backwards to Verion's crotch.

"Hey! This is not the right time and place for that Nezhia!"

"But, Verion-sama. I've been very turned on ever since you released your majestic aura from the battlefield."

"Haaaah...." Verion exhaled. "Maybe it's a mistake having Kashka's Blood as a material in making you."

As Nezhia heard Verion's harsh words, she froze to her place and tears starts falling from her eyes. After that she, moves away from Verion and kneel from the side of the bed.

"O Forgive me Verion-sama, for I had been fool being taken by my emotions. I may not have the right to know what are you thinking but, you must be thinking right now to abandon this foolish creation of yours."

Nezhia's voice weren't weak but it delivers sincere apologies and great pain from her heart as if her world started breaking. And as her tears continues to flow like an endless waterfall.

"Good grief.... Looks like I shouldn't have said what I've said earlier. I'm sorry Nehzia I didn't mean to say that words to you."

Verion apologized as he joined and also kneel to match Nezhia's position. He slowly placed his finger below her eyes fading away her tears.

"No, no, no.... Verion-sama, you should not dirty your knees just to ---" as Nezhia was interrupted by Verion, he carried her like a princess and slowly brings her down in bed.

"This'll be my apology to you Nezhia."

Verion gently touched her lips and placed her fingers deeply into her breasts.

"There is no need for you to --- "

Verion stopped her from talking by kissing her lips. But before anything happens, Verion casted [ Absolute Unknowable ].

•••

About 15 minutes have passed, the victor --- League of Darkness --- was announced as well as Verion and Nezhia were done.

Nezhia went out of the room with a wide smile from her face. She's a lot more blooming than she first entered the room.

"Then, I'll continue from observing Verion-sama!"

"Umu"

And so, Nezhia returned to her post.

"Verion-sama! It seems like the winner has been decid ---"

"Don't waste my time listening to that useless report. I don't care whatsoever their battle's conclusion is."

"I'm very sorry, Verion-sama!" Droth lowered down his head regretting the thing he have done and Verion replied with "Umu"

"Now then, I guess the third match will not make me bored right now."

"I think so too, Verion-sama." Syth replied holding his staff.

{ And now!!! For the final match for the preliminary round!!! }

*Drumming sounds*

{ Well you already know it right? Dark Legion vs Gray Shield!!!! }

The entire Colosseum exploded from the cheerings of the crowd. Stomping, applauses and shouting are everywhere.

Sieggen entered the field suavely. As he walks to the field, he raised his chin bringing his handsome smile making the pure hearts of the girls watching him being melted as they keep their eyes on him.

After that, he was followed by Nymira. The lone female adventurer on their team. She's wearing an indigo leather shirt leaving her shoulders and neckline open showing her cleavage. A pure-white thin chestplate styled with different pieces of metals while emphasizing her waistlines. She also wears a bluish mini-shorts with two medium length purple skirts one her hips. Leaving her thighs open with white knee socks below it.

She strode with full of confidence at the field leaving every men watching her speechless to her beauty.

"Hmm? This woman's beauty might close to Nezhia."

Good thing Nezhia was not around or else she must've rushed to the battlefield challenging Nymira to a beauty contest to prove who is more beautiful between the two of them.

"I will be excusing myself in advance for what I have to say but, you must never say those things when Nezhia-sama is around Verion-sama."

By the way, Nezhia and Schneia told the boys to speak to them with high respect that's why Droth and Syth are using '-sama' when they are mentioning their names.

"That's right it'll be a big trouble if she happened to hear that." Verion replied to Syth.

{ Ladies and Gentlemen!! We have the.....DARK... LEGION!!...}

The whole Colosseum once again filled with great cries from the crowd.

And as the announcer finished his introduction, a shadow came out from the opposite side.

The strongest Assassin of the Empire, generating an ominous aura --- a lower version of Verion --- tensing up the crowd.

A man with a pitch black leather Ninja outfit with a hood, he also had a twin raven-black and blood-red Shinobigata --- ninja swords --- on it's back.

But what he wears is not a normal one. The leather was made with from the skin of an Orthrus, a two headed dog like creature that has 3 eyes, one on it's foreheads. It is an SSS rank creature second compare to the Ancient Cerberus, the Guardian Deity of an Evil God.

From the game an Orthrus should be about level 350 so defeating this monster won't even matter to Verion.

Following him were 8 Adamantite adventurers, 4 have giant swords and splendid shields, while the others have mystic staffs with a holy orb placed on them.

And the last one to come out was an another ninja, but it's a different one this time.

The one who entered the battlefield was a female ninja, she has a scarlet-red dagger in both side of her waist. Half of her face was covered by a mask only showing her violet eyes and black hair. Her averagely sized breasts and a her deeply curved waist with her jutting buttocks --- while wearing a thin but tough fabric --- emphasized her luscious body.

Verion noticed something about their appearances and thought of an answer immediately as he saw them.

{ And we have the third seed of the tournament let us all welcome the.... GRAY... SHIELDS!!.... }

"...I see, we're not really the only ones, huh..."

"What do you mean Verion-sama?" Droth who is on Syth's side didn't understand Verion.

"No, I was just talking to myself. Forget what I have said."

"Yes!" Droth, even though he's still confused, didn't pursue anymore.

[ And so Everyone!!!! Who do you think will win? The Dark Legion the second seed or the Gray Shield the third seed!!!!.... ]

A loud cheering from the crowd erupted and the words "Dark Legion" and "Gray Shield" resonates all over the Colosseum.

"This fight would be amusing. Both teams has different compositions but almost same at strength."

"It is as you say, Verion-sama. If we talk about the Dark Legion, they have mage's and support and 3 Swordsman's and those 3 were Titanium ranked adventurers while the other one is a High Priest, that class had the highest healing capabilities that could almost instantly heal any injuries in a wide range. But in the other side, they have 2 priests, 2 enchanters and 4 tanks with 2 Titanium ranked Assassins. That would apply pressure to the back liners like mages and supports for they'll be a very delicious meal for the Assassins."

"As expected of my creation, this is splendid! Droth, and including you Syth. You must work yourself to death in order to become wiser and stronger than anyo --- " at this time, Verion thought of someone that would benefit the two of them.

".... That's right, I won't help you during our next battle. Do your best not to lose and prove to me that you have grown ever since the day I created you. If ever, you failed again like last time...." Verion made his aura colder and deeper than a void. "....I'll remove those heads for you."

Droth and Syth fell to one knee and lowered their heads.

"Yes, Verion-sama, and we apologize for what happened last time, it was because we've underestimated our opponents and didn't fought cautiously."

"You are forgiven, take it as your lesson and continue to improve."

"Yes! Thank you very much much for you kindness Verion-sama." Both of them said simultaneously.

"Umu"

Droth and Syth stood up and watched from side of the Colosseum's entrance with Verion.

Verion was waiting for Nezhia to contact him but, he thought those Guildmasters didn't made a move this time.

*Oh well, I there's nothing I can do but wait for them to make the first move*

And so, as Verion was still monologuing, the voice of the announcer brought him back to the reality.

{ And now let the match BEGINS!!!.....}

The bell rang and the batte between the two seeds have started...

"...Kukuku~ amuse me with everything you've got O Humans."

"That's right!! amuse our beloved master O hu---"

"Shut your mouth!"

".....Y.....yes!"