Alfir returned to the tournament arena once more for his second bout. Lorie as expected got her lucky draw again. The principal, in his good heart, feels that Lorie is cheating so he will put it into his own hands to stop it in the next bout.

"You lose if you are pushed outside of the stage. Voluntarily moving out of the stage means forfeit. You can also shout forfeit or tap the ground with your palms to forfeit. And a KO means victory."

'They tweaked the rules in favor of the weaker ones huh? That suits me better since my opponent this time is Jana.'

Jana smiled at Alfir's, for some reason, it felt foreboding.

"Are you ready?"

With a nod from both contenders, the referee gave his signal—

"FIGHT!"

"I for—"

—Tsssssssss. Alfir's mouth was encased in ice before he screams forfeit. He coughed painfully with force, this shattered the ice.

The crowd cheered, eager to see bloodshed. They want to see Alfir bleed and suffer just like how he destroyed his prior opponent. 'This is just what I need, let me bleed. Try your best to hinder my desire to forfeit. Humiliate me, punish me like a hero should to a villain. After that, I will become that forgettable piece of shit that was once a villain and is now a mob... This is the plan revert-to-mob...

From notorious to obscurity!'

"I forfeit the fight," Jana said without a tinge of any emotion, and she walked out.

It was anti-climactic.

...

Deron's match-up is Sheila.

Sheila is having a hard time defending herself since she can't exhibit her full power in this kind of open terrain that significantly lacks plant life. Deron defeated her with ease.

...

Cain and Pierre fought their enemies without pressure. They both advanced without any worries.

...

The last five contenders are Alfir, Deron, Pierre, Cain, and Lorie.

...

Deron of Victorious Valor.

Deron's mutation relies on his desire to win, to defeat the wickedness, and show that no evil can win against his courage. He remembered that day when he confronted those villains.

"This is for you, Baron Zest."

He fought and fought, then fought.

He will defeat Pierre despite the odds. He will show his strength, and express his dedication.

"YAAAAAH!"

...

Lucky Lorie?

She is pissed. Her powers must be malfunctioning. A fucking stranger drew the lucky slot she so much wanted to draw.

It's the last lucky draw of the event, and it was stolen by this freaking stranger.

But honestly, her anger is being directed at the wrong person. It was the principal's work that is interfering with Lorie's conceptual powers.

It is just Alfir's luck has turned for the better, or worse..., he miraculously got his first-ever lucky draw. If you can call it truly fortunate that is...

Now, Lorie is forced to fight with this murderous snowman of light, Cain. Fuck!

...

Alfir oh Alfir~

This is some luck. Alfir drew the lucky slot contrary to what the audience expected. (It should be Lorie, Right?!) Alfir doesn't share the same confusion though. It must be the principal's interference.

The audiences are booing and swearing at the luck of their favorite enemy.

'Yeah, I know. My luck is insane. Come on, think of it! 1 in a billion chances, I transmigrated to this world. If it is not lucky then what!? Am I the chosen one?'

'No, no, no. Chosen one? That's a dangerous thought process. I am a mob, an extra, with dark plans for this world. I am aiming for world domination, fucking hell. Being high profile is too dangerous.'

To remove his mind from his worries, he watched the tournament in the lower bracket with attentiveness. He escaped the tournament grounds and left the four other contenders to fight for their meat.

Fuck Luck.

...

Finally, the battle was concluded. Deron, Lorie, and Alfir will advance to the finals. Now, Alfir is left with no choice but to fight. If he remembers correctly, forfeits are not allowed in the finals.

"Sigh... The stress is killing me."

There would be a redeeming battle for the 4rth place so Alfir has more time to himself. He headed straight to the food stalls.

...

Cain is fighting tooth and nail with Pierre. Pierre found a way to circumvent Cain's powers. He imbued emptiness to space, a vacuum of darkness that swallows light almost infinitely.

Cain's strongest lasers can still pass through, but it is tiring. Though, the opposite is also true for Pierre. In the end, they fought into a tie

...

Alfir has a bright idea. He stayed in the comfort room sitting on the throne with idle brilliance.

"You cannot force me to fight. My tum-tum hurts, I am telling you... Hahahaha! With this, they will have no choice but to disqualify me. Wahahahaha!"

"Or expel you..."

"Who!? E-excuse me? You must have heard me wrongly... Wait, who are you?"

"The principal..."

Fuck.

'It is like FUCK is the only word I know'

'I should have spoken inwardly!'

...

Alfir has no choice but to return to the tournament grounds as the principal personally escorts him.

Alfir is in doubt if it were a coincidence.

This time, the whole arena will be used. It will be a three-way battle after all. Alfir is thinking of an acceptable way how to lose this fight. Which are also inclined with the abilities he has shown so far.

In Alfir's honest opinion, his Special Ability is just so-so. His match-up with Zia is a hoax, this is what the audiences believed. The speed Alfir exhibited is fast, but not fast enough to overwhelm a precog.

In the group battle, there were a lot of characters that have exhibited faster speed than Alfir. And the environment in the group battle also has more unnecessary stimulus to a precog, but Zia still performed with excellence.

Many believe that Alfir cheated. Though the principal believes differently, it won't convince the masses.

The speed Alfir exerted is more explosive by nature, so it was tiring. But Alfir bets he can even go faster, he just needs to build momentum and acceleration time.

Alfir's situation can still be fixed. He truly wanted that mob life, but the initial impression he is receiving is too unstable. It might change for the better or the worse.

For the sake of his mob life, Alfir needs that initial impression to worsen. Not to the level of notoriously feared, but forgettably flawed.

The kind of scandal if given time will fade into the deepest crevices of history.

...

TRIVIA!

Ogre— delights on human flesh. They prefer snacking on them whole. The more humans they eat, the stronger they get. They are alien life born from the earth, subterranean creatures that found their way to the surface. Their height averages at 3 meters.

"Guuuu... Food! human!"

It is believed they are the defective relatives of the giant race, which the current world hardly understands. They reproduce asexually. If an ogre eats enough humans, it splits into two or three weaker ogres then repeat their life cycle.

Can evolve through cannibalism.

STRENGTHS: Super strength, stamina, weight, and height.

WEAKNESS: Eyes.