No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

"Us warriors from second-grade worlds are so unlucky. These guys who don't know their place are obsessed with the idea of passing the Seven Deaths Array. Even if they're lucky enough to find someone strong enough to bring them through, what can they do afterthat? They'll just be cannon fodder!"

"The Seven Deaths Array is difficult as it is. Will the challenges inside be easy? They'd be much harder, and the danger levels would soar as well. Expendables will die immediately, that's just their fate!"

"Alas, none of them realize how dispensable they are. They think that they'd have the chance to change their destiny, that they'd breeze through the moment they entered. What a joke. There's no way expendables would get the chance to change their destiny, only those with the ability would be able to get the chance. It's far from their turn to even attempt it!" a short and muscular man shouted.

His words earned many nods from the warriors of second-grade worlds. All of them were complaining loudly.

"I don't know what these expendables are thinking. Can't they study their reflections? Violet City isn't easy to enter, and even if they do, they'll probably be killed and have their Heartblood pulled out to open the Vibrant Hall."

"Back then, all the warriors from third-grade worlds seemed so offended the moment we mentioned the Vibrant Hall, but we weren't wrong. Heartblood should be harvested from the weak. All of you are only worthy of being material to enter the Vibrant Hall. You aren't even worthy of stepping into Violet City yourself!"

their place, but these people pulled us down with them! There's only one chance. When we're assigned trash, we have to resign ourselves to our fate. We'd have a good chance of getting past the Violet Seven Deaths Array

the complaints started to fill the

time, Lourain had been the one

thought they had been dragged

out to blame

definitely not that strong, so

not think that way at all. They knew that, even if their skills were not up to par, they

said loudly, "You only have yourselves to blame if you can't pass. My friend

to brag! Passing on his own? Who does he think he is? Does he think he's Seymour Flint? Even Seymour wouldn't brag like this despite his skills! I think your friend doesn't have any skill at all. He's just good at bragging. In this case,