Hunt for Crafting Materials Begins

Dark shards shattered and fell like snow as an ashen-haired young man opened his eyes amidst the cascading fragments.

He then looked around and searched for his true opponent, smiling at him victoriously.

"Looks like I won, Regi."

"Sigh…well, at least you're alive. I'll take the loss…" Reginald replied, somehow relieved despite his first-ever defeat.

He would be in trouble if Shye died.

After all, not only was the guy a hero, but he was also central to the old man's plans. 

Sanada would hunt him down if he jeopardized the old man's schemes out of some foolish pride.

Even the WAA will be his enemy should he accidentally kill Shye. Hence, it was truly a relief that he managed to survive his ultimate skill.

"So? How on earth did you manage to survive in my illusion sphere for so long? And how did you figure out that the 'me' inside was just an illusion?" Reginald asked with a helpless smile.