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No More Pain For This Villain.

[Synopsis] In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops. "We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses. A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood. "Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern. Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality. ------------------------------------------- [A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.] [Discord Server Link: https://discord.com/invite/4gVfcaePJS]

Satan03 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
365 Chs

Arena Overview

[Third Person View.]

It was midday, and the arena, now quiet, bore witness to a series of unexpected events that had become somewhat commonplace. Adam's opponent conceded the match upon his ascent to the stage, while Helga effortlessly dispatched her adversary with a single strike. These occurrences had rendered the Imperial Academy students acclimated to the unexpected twists that defined the day.

Over the course of the past five hours, a total of eighteen matches had unfolded, showcasing the talents of thirty-six students across all years. However, injuries were prevalent this year, raising concerns among the onlookers. Despite this, the proceedings proceeded smoothly, and the contenders were now whittled down to six students from each year, leaving nine remaining candidates who would soon be narrowed further to the top two.