Shadow Slave

Chapter 408

Sunny crawled out of the simulation pod and lay on the cold floor for a while, breathing heavily.

'How come an illusory arena is so exhausting?'

The designers of the Dreamscape were really weird. The people who frequented the Colosseum were even weirder, though. Sunny couldn't even begin to understand the quirks of their behavior.

'That's how subcultures are, I guess?'

After a while, he stood up and went upstairs to make himself some food and replenish all the energy he had spent during this intense and taxing hour.

Sunny made himself a light dinner, devoured it with wolfish hunger, and then relaxed in a chair while drinking a cup of delicious tea.

As he rested, his communicator buzzed.

He took a sip of tea, then opened the message Effie had sent him.

"Hey doofus! Have you seen this? I think I found a new boyfriend for your girlfriend!"

The message ended with a winking emote and an attached video link.

Perplexed, Sunny clicked on the link… and spit out all of his tea.

Forgetting to wipe his chin, he stared at the holographic screen in front of him with wide eyes.

"What… what the hell is this?!"

The video was… of him.

Of his duel in the Dreamscape, to be precise.

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Caught in stunning quality, the recording of his short duel against the young man in azure armor was playing on a loop, set to menacing and epic music. The caption read "Mongrel Victorious". Sunny stared at it for a while, then slowly lowered his gaze and looked at the view count beneath the video.

'S—seven… seven zeroes?!'

Was that Leo Striker guy someone famous?

Sunny only came to his senses because of the pressure of his Flaw. Gritting his teeth, he sent Effie a short message:

"I have not seen this."

'What the hell is happening?'

Feeling apprehensive, he went on the network and typed "Mongrel, Dreamscape" in the search bar. Immediately, thousands upon thousands of results showed, all featuring the fearsome image of Weaver's Mask.

Sunny gulped.

"Oh, no. Oh, no."

opened the first link,

Saifer, and

his duels played… this one had

even make sense. Were those two famous as well?! What three strikes, I

bit of panic, Sunny scrolled through

fervently debating his duels, his identity, and the hidden meaning of his words. It seemed

discussion boards dedicated to interpreting his

"Oh, no…"

the cafe… was him!

seen this garbage

He groaned.

Mongrel was. His efforts to obfuscate his identity were working, as was Weaver's

worst was

studying the mess he had made, new

"Mongrel returns!"

"Mongrel decimates the Colosseum!"

in sixty minutes:

[REDACTED]'s bastard son:

He closed his eyes.

is this

link, he read

guys! It was incredible! He was

"Did you hear what he

Sympathiser: "Words are worthless, silence is gold! So profound. My whole

dad used to say me the same thing when I tried to talk to him after

"Wait. Shoe… are

Shoe changed their

Son: "Aren't we all Mongrel's

closed the link and

more than a

'Postneo… what?'

opened another

70 wins! You gasp you

And another:

not believe in styles. Styles only

And another:

Mongrel: a

communicator, he sat quietly for a while,

"Oh, no!"

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all. Starved for new information about the mysterious demonic fighter, people became glued to the screens of

not disappointed by what they

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