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."

link,

Daoist Saifer,

bunch of his duels played… this

sense. Were those two famous as

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

videos, captions, 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

were whole discussion boards dedicated to interpreting his

"Oh, no…"

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

this garbage as

He groaned.

who Mongrel was. His efforts to obfuscate his identity were working,

worst was still

Sunny was studying the mess he had made,

"Mongrel returns!"

"Mongrel decimates the Colosseum!"

in sixty minutes: Lord

[REDACTED]'s bastard

He closed his eyes.

is

link, he read

It was incredible! He was

you hear what he

gold! So profound.

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

Shoe… are you Mongrel's

their name to Mongrel's

we

closed the link and went to another

sword is worth more than a thousand words:

'Postneo… what?'

opened another

70 wins!

And another:

does not believe in styles. Styles only separate

And another:

with Mongrel: a candid confession of

for a while, and

"Oh, no!"

***

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

disappointed by what they saw, to say

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