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."

first link, and almost

Striker, Daoist Saifer, and

montage of a bunch of his duels played… this one had even

doesn't even make sense. Were those two famous as well?! What three strikes, I

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

and discussions. Thousands of people were fervently debating his duels, his identity, and the hidden meaning of his words. It seemed as if they had somehow become convinced that he was some sort of a profound sage, going around spouting words

boards dedicated to

"Oh, no…"

cafe… was him! Come to think of it, many of

she seen this

He groaned.

idea about who Mongrel was. His efforts to obfuscate his identity

worst was still to

he had

"Mongrel returns!"

"Mongrel decimates the Colosseum!"

in sixty minutes: Lord

Saint [REDACTED]'s bastard son:

He closed his eyes.

is

link, he

It was incredible! He was like a natural disaster! So

Shoe: "Did you

are worthless, silence is gold! So profound. My whole outlook on life

Shoe: "Wow, my dad used to say me the same thing when I tried to talk to

"Wait. Shoe…

their

we all Mongrel's

closed the link and went to

a sword is worth more than a thousand words: an in-depth analysis of the postneonihilist philosophy

'Postneo… what?'

opened

Mongrel's 70 wins! You gasp

And another:

in styles. Styles only

And another:

with Mongrel: a

for a while, and then

"Oh, no!"

***

all. Starved for new information about the mysterious demonic

disappointed by what they saw, to say

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