Shadow Slave

In the absence of any new information, people had no choice but to look back at the existing recordings of Mongrel. Fascinated by the mysterious demonic warrior, they disassembled his every action and every word, trying to find some hint to his identity, background, and standing.

Although there was not much to learn, they gradually came to perceive his sayings as rather meaningful.

...In fact, people ended up finding too much meaning in them, even though there was none. It was all just awkward lies Sunny had come up with on the spot to fulfill the requirements of the [Simple Trick]. He had never, ever intended to say something profound.

But when had good intentions ever stopped people from over-complicating things?

Without Sunny knowing anything about it, Mongrel had gained a… philosophy.

"Are you new to the Coliseum?"

"...I was born in the Coliseum."

Sitting in a school cafeteria, two students stared at a cheap communicator, their eyes burning with enthusiasm.

One of the boys frowned, then asked in confusion:

"I don't get it… what does he mean? Isn't the Colosseum just a Dreamscape arena? How could a person be born there?"

His friend shook his head with disdain:

"Idiot! Don't you get it? Mongrel doesn't mean that he was born in the Dreamscape! He means that he was born in battle. Those ancient gladiators were slaves forced to fight to the death against their will. Aren't Awakened the same? They are infected by the Spell and have no choice but to battle Nightmare Creatures to survive. In a sense, all Awakened were born in the Colosseum…"

Somewhere in the outskirts, several workers had gathered together during their short break.

"Are you even human?"

am not, and

the

you think that Mongrel is actually a Nightmare Creature that infiltrated the real

Another shook his head.

"No, of course not."

The first sighed:

why would he say that he's

dirty tunnel of the industrial air filter exhaust they were cleaning, then at his own

really humans? No, you fool. That Mongrel has more brains than you, I swear. He at least understands that just having two

listened to their conversation

himself into a... a damned sword demon. What have you done? That's the lesson he is trying to teach us, I think. No one will treat you as a

Sleeper compound of the Academy, a group of young men and women were looking at a

there. Do you even know how to

"No."

don't know how to use your sword? Well, would you like me

"No."

the Sleepers scratched the back of his

a sword? He is obviously

girl standing near

would win against him fair and square, regardless.

Sleeper raised an

"What meaning?"

The girl smiled knowingly.

would know that they have infinitely more yet to learn than they already know. That's what Mongrel

quiet for a while, then

why did he say that he doesn't want