Shadow Slave

Chapter 532

The golden wreath disappeared, and Sunny found himself facing two new images. On one, a knight in a suit of polished armor was depicted holding a bloodied sword. On the other, a warrior in an archaic armor was shown standing back to back with the knight, a slender huntress drawing her bow behind them.

The pleasant voice announced:

"Challenger, select your dream."

Several words appeared above the images.

"Dream of Glory", "Dream of Camaraderie".

'What's with the bells and whistles…'

Sunny rolled his eyes.

The choice was very simple — one image was going to send him into the individual competition, while the other was meant for cohorts.

The Dream Tournament was basically two separate tournaments happening at the same time. This way, those Awakened who didn't have combat Aspects could also participate and earn rewards. It was a good system.

Sunny had no intention of searching for a cohort, so he simply chose the image of the lonely knight and closed his eyes.

Unlike the usual Dreamscape duels, the tournament included various battle modes. They were also broadcasted and happened at a schedule, so he had to wait for the first qualifier round to start.

Standing in the darkness, Sunny couldn't help but feel a little excited.

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"Challenger! Draw your weapon and prepare! Only the best will survive!"

middle of a lush forest. All around him, ancient

into the sky. The castle was built out of grey stone and was as large as a city, its ancient walls scarred by a thousand sieges that it had withstood. Still, those

all of the forest. There was no other

a grand battle royale. A thousand challengers were sent

but the only concrete method to qualify was to be the sole survivor. This was a necessary measure implemented in the last

practical… or profitable… especially considering that most of these Awakened were not very skilled. The battle royale

he had done some research in the past

research to recognize where he was,

it's even more beautiful in real

Who didn't know Bastion?

sponsored the tournament, so the arena was designed to resemble the seat of

had never been to the ancient castle, but its image

must be the Lake of Bones,

was the ancient, cursed forest that Anvil of Valor

lush forest, it was surrounded by a sea of ash and charred remains of the dreaded titan, with human forts built here and there to repel powerful

this place had looked before, vibrant and pristine. The only difference was that there was

'Ah. How nice.'

Chained Isles, it

thought that, the voice

Mongrel #19

Sunny tilted his head.

was fast. Also… what's

he commanded the Soul Serpent to assume the form of the odachi and

time to start

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eliminated player

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