Shadow Slave

Some time later, Sunny saw Rain out, watched as she walked away, and then calmly closed the door.

As soon as she did, however, his placid expression evaporated.

"What the hell! How come I didn't know about this?!"

Hastily taking out his communicator, he accessed the network and searched for information about the Dream Tournament.

A few minutes later, he sat down on a chair, a little stunned.

"What is this insanity?!"

Sunny knew, of course, that Dreamscape duels were a popular form of entertainment — both among the Awakened, who participated in them, and among the mundane humans, who followed their favorite duelists and created boisterous fan clubs.

However, he had no idea that even the Great Clans paid attention to the illusory game.

Apparently, the creator of the Dreamscape held a big tournament each year, and each year, one of the Great Clans — either Valor, Song, or Night — sponsored the prize pool. Participants who managed to achieve good results were able to receive cash prizes, Memories, and even Echoes.

The rewards for the finalists were especially generous, and came directly from the Great Clan's armory. They were also of the Ascended Rank.

Sunny trembled, his eyes burning with avarice.

think about it

among the unaffiliated Awakened. But did it matter? Sunny had already failed to keep his fake persona under the radar. Anyone who paid attention to Dreamscape

there to even

goodies! That's what it

forgetting about his previous disdain for the tournament, Sunny got completely absorbed by the prospect of receiving Memories free of charge. He was

reason for why this tournament

His goal was to absorb as many styles as possible, to reinforce

were simple and straightforward, while others were complex and unique. The more unique a style was, the harder it

to peer into the very essence of a style… this ability of his was more or

library of simpler styles, which would in turn improve his capacity to discern the patterns of more complicated ones with sufficient speed. After all, all styles were constructed out of the same basic

had better things to do than play games. Most of them also belonged to Legacy clans, who lived by

Legacies, strength and talent were not something to boast about. Renown only served to make the enemy aware of your weaknesses. In that regard, hidden tigers of the Legacy clans were very much like Sunny,

lately. These days, the only worthy opponents he could find were a few rare eccentrics and a rare gem here and there, not nearly enough to satiate Mongrel's hunger for

weaved unique patterns of essence control into the technique, too, which Sunny couldn't perceive and was only able to infer from indirect clues.

not waste time in the Dreamscape were bound to show up, lured by the scent of rare Memories and Echoes. Even

Ascended weapon or armor could change their

Sunny could kill two birds with one stone. Compete for these prizes and enrich his library of styles at the

a fool

Mongrel, Sunny couldn't let such an opportunity

everything he could find about the

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