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,

defeats Leo Striker, Daoist Saifer, and the Fool

bunch of his duels played…

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

bit of panic, Sunny scrolled through

of his words. It seemed as

boards dedicated to

"Oh, no…"

he had heard being discussed in the cafe… was him! Come to

seen this garbage as

He groaned.

any idea about who Mongrel was. His efforts

was still to

he had made, new notifications

"Mongrel returns!"

"Mongrel decimates the Colosseum!"

victories in sixty minutes: Lord Mongrel's

is Saint [REDACTED]'s bastard son:

He closed his eyes.

is this

a random link,

was incredible! He was like a natural

Shoe: "Did you hear what

gold! So profound. My whole outlook on life

used to say me the same thing when I tried to

Shoe…

their name

"Aren't we all Mongrel's

and went to another

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

'Postneo… what?'

he opened

Mongrel's 70 wins! You gasp

And another:

does not believe in styles.

And another:

Mongrel: a candid confession of

for a while, and then groaned

"Oh, no!"

***

flew around the globe in no time at all. Starved for new information about

disappointed by what they

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