The Author's POV

Chapter 81

I am not outstanding

If we exclude the fact that I practiced a five-star manual, nothing about me was outstanding.

Not my stats

Not my physique

Not my skills

Compared to Kevin who had a system aiding him all the times, or the other main characters who had every resource they could ask for, I had nothing.

...I wasn't blessed by the 'plot armour' like the protagonists were

Everything I got was through shedding blood sweat and tears. I gained everything that I got by either putting my life on the line to get it or by sacrificing something important.

I had to make due with what I had.

When facing an opponent like Alex who had a lot more combat experience than I had, and moreover set a handicap to myself, I had to fight using everything that I had available at my disposal.

Thus I chose to fight a mental battle.

Since I knew that despite being weaker than me, Alex had more experience than me, I chose to beat him mentally.

Everything started with our first clash. Right when I broke his nose using the scabbard of my sword.

That's when the mental beatdown started...

By winning the very first clash, I had already started setting the tone of the battle.

The confidence he had since the beginning of the fight had now diminished, and what replaced it was both shock and anger.

It was always pride.

Having read many novels with arrogant young masters, I knew that for prideful individuals like him, just a small loss was enough to influence their actions.

...and I was right.

From that point on his attacks started becoming more predictable and his emotions started to influence his decisions.

I than preceded to block his every attack.

With every thrust or stab of his spear, one of my rings would continuously block his every attack.

The more he attacked the more he realised he couldn't do anything. He was helpless...

Once again, his confidence took another hit and self doubt started to set into his mind.

Frustration, annoyance, rage, impatience

As those emotions started to set into his mind, with every minute the fight continued, he became sloppier.

His weak mentality led to his loss.

The opening I created with my rings could've easily been spotted if he had thought about it carefully.

With him being someone who had fought many battles before, he should've easily spotted it.

However, because of how unstable his mental state was, he ignored that scenario and went for the win.

He fell for such an obvious trap and I capitalised on it.

Staring at Alex who was on the ground passed out, beneath my feet, a strange feeling surged from within me.

'So this is how it feels to win, huh?'

I wasn't outstanding

didn't need to be

plot

all the cheat items

what I had, and

-Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

entire arena, boisterous cheers from the

"Fuuuuuu..."

breath, I basked in

don't dislike

on the floor for a couple of seconds before looking at

the winner of the

-Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

the stadium as everyone started chanting my

"Ren"

"Ren"

"Ren"

of cheers, I looked in the distance and saw my parents cheering with the crowd. Even my father, who was usually stoic,

5:46 minutes, Ren Dover managed to defeat Alex Cloudburm. A renowned ranked prospect brought by our

was shown on the big screens of the arena, everyone saw Martin expresionesly staring at the arena. No one knew his

to everything. Almost as if what had happened had nothing

to me, the host

an impenetrable defence that created

highlights of the match on the big

the arena, my mother appeared on

"Ren!"

the moment she hugged me, it felt

"okhhh..."

you okay? Are

her hug, my mother patted my body all over to check

hurt more than whatever Alex did throughout

"I'm fine"

I flexed my arms and reassured her I

"That's good..."

my mother looked

you

question, my

on a novel I created and that I took advantage of my knowledge as the author to take a couple of

up with a good excuse

you forget what

mother fell into

from G rank to F rank in less than 3 months! That's not

said

a whole year to increase a rank. Me suddenly jumping a rank in as little as

"Where's Nola?"

pretend to be ignorant about her question and shift the

father in the

I was avoiding the question, my mother played along with

to get as strong as I was now. But it still wasn't

them to start

Maybe one day...

...

city, Northern district, 5:00

two individuals sat facing each other. Sitting on one of the sofas, Martin with his head

"...and that's what happened"

dare utter another word. This wasn't out of choice. it was out of

"So Alex failed, huh"

light gray goat tee tapped on the arm rest of

-Tap! -Tap! -Tap!

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