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,

Saifer, and the Fool

of a bunch of his duels

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

panic, Sunny scrolled through the

fervently debating his duels, his identity, and the hidden meaning of his words. It seemed as if they had somehow become

were whole discussion boards dedicated

"Oh, no…"

was

seen this

He groaned.

any idea about who Mongrel was.

was still

the mess he had made, new notifications

"Mongrel returns!"

"Mongrel decimates the Colosseum!"

in sixty minutes: Lord Mongrel's

is Saint [REDACTED]'s bastard son:

He closed his eyes.

What is

random link, he read

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

you hear

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

the same thing when I tried to talk to him

Shoe… are you

Shoe changed their

we all

closed the link and went

is Gold. One strike of a sword is worth more than a thousand words: an in-depth

'Postneo… what?'

he opened

to Mongrel's 70 wins! You gasp you

And another:

not believe in styles. Styles

And another:

night with Mongrel: a candid confession

sat quietly for

"Oh, no!"

***

time at all. Starved for new information about the mysterious demonic fighter, people

were not disappointed by what they saw, to say

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