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.

***

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, and

Striker, Daoist Saifer, and

bunch of his duels played…

Were those two famous as well?!

a bit of panic, Sunny scrolled through the feed, growing paler and paler

of his words. It seemed as if they had somehow become convinced that he was some sort of a profound sage, going around spouting

whole discussion boards dedicated to interpreting

"Oh, no…"

the cafe… was him!

she seen this garbage

He groaned.

Mongrel was. His efforts

the worst was

studying the mess he had made, new notifications started appearing in

"Mongrel returns!"

"Mongrel decimates the Colosseum!"

sixty minutes:

is Saint [REDACTED]'s bastard son:

He closed his eyes.

is this

link,

Sympathiser: "I was there, guys! It was incredible! He was like a natural disaster!

"Did you hear what

gold! So profound. My

me the same thing

Shoe… are

their name

Son: "Aren't we

and went to

strike of a sword is worth more than a thousand words: an in-depth analysis of

'Postneo… what?'

he opened another

wins!

And another:

not believe in styles. Styles

And another:

a night with Mongrel: a candid confession of

he sat quietly for a while,

"Oh, no!"

***

Mongrel's stunning performance in the Colosseum flew around the globe in no time at all. Starved for new information about the mysterious demonic fighter, people became glued to the screens

were not disappointed by what they saw, to say

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