Secret Room.

Somewhere in the Stadium.

''P-Please, mercy!'' A young man with a pale face that was filled with despair tried to plead for mercy.

But, the black-haired young man in front of him didn't care and swung his sword, which cut the young man's head off nicely.

''This is quite boring.'' Darc scratched his head and looked at the smartwatch on his wrist.

[9:31:29]

[Eliminations: 8]

[Rank: 2]

[Fighters Left: 82]

He was currently standing in a corridor with walls being destroyed to smithereens and corpses of young men and women littering the ground.

He arrived here late, but there was a fight between at least 10 of the Fighters!

For some reason, this place seemed very crowded.

Darc looked around the place curiously, there weren't any doors or rooms, but from the cracks of the wall, he saw something...

''Hmm?'' Darc leaned closer on the wall, and from the cracks of the wall, he saw something inside the wall.

*BAM*