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 have never been, a

of the

actually a Nightmare Creature that infiltrated the real

Another shook his head.

"No, of course not."

The first sighed:

would he say that he's

the dirty tunnel of the industrial air filter exhaust they

fool. That Mongrel has more brains than you, I swear. He at least

to their conversation and

gets it, but I don't see him complaining. That guy took the hand he was dealt and turned himself into a... a damned sword demon. What have you done? That's the lesson he is trying

in the Sleeper compound of the Academy, a group of

sword you got there. Do you even know how to

"No."

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

"No."

of the Sleepers scratched the back of

did Mongrel lie about not knowing how to use a sword? He is obviously a very experienced fighter. Maybe even a

standing near him

to trick Leo? He would win against him fair and

Sleeper raised

"What meaning?"

The girl smiled knowingly.

Realm instead of playing games with pampered Awakened in the Dreamscape, would know that they have infinitely more yet to learn than they already know. That's what Mongrel meant. No matter how good he is, he understands that

for a while,

he say that he doesn't want to