The Author's POV

'My goal is one minute and twenty-eight seconds...'

Setting a goal in his mind, Ren watched as the world around him lost color and his emotions disappeared alongside it.

Fear, nervousness, confidence, any and all emotions just disappeared.

In his mind, there was only one goal.

Reach one minute and twenty-eight seconds.

Regardless of the costs.

'”Beep!

Following the beeping sound, Ren closed his eyes.

Ta.Ta.Ta. Fiddling with a small ring on his finger, Ren calmly stood rooted in his spot. Within seconds the dummies were already upon him.

Lifting his head slightly, Ren opened his eyes and placed his hand on the sheat of his sword.

A second passed and over thirty dummies appeared within inches of his body.

'”Shuaa! '”Shuaa! '”Shuaa!

The sound of the air splitting reverberated across the space as each dummy swung their dulled weapon in Ren's direction.

To those that were spectating, it looked as though Ren had just given up.

Even as all of the dummies were attacking him at the same time, Ren stood still.

Some of the spectators couldn't watch anymore and turned their eyes away.

Although they knew that the contestants were going to be safe, just the visual impact of Ren getting attacked from all sides caused them to turn their heads away.

"Move!"

"What are you doing!"

"Gyaaaa'”!"

Screams echoed across the stands as some spectators stood up and shouted at the large monitor above.

The screams intensified even more once everyone could no longer see Ren's figure displayed on the screen.

All they could see at the moment were a pile of dummies on the same spot he was standing before.

'It's over.'

Everyone thought.

It was then that something shocking happened...

'”Click!

Following a subtle clicking sound, the volume of the arena grounds decreased.

The spectators who were watching Ren's match couldn't find any words to say as their mouth's hung wide open. Some even started stuttering as they pointed at the monitor above

"W-what just happened?"

"How is...this possible?"

"My god..."

Murmurs and discussions echoed across the arena grounds as everyone stared at the large monitor above.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Standing in the middle of the room was Ren's apathetic figure. His calm and indifferent eyes were displayed for the whole world to see.

From his demenour, it looked as though this was nothing to him.

Most shockingly, around him, over half of the dummies present in the room had turned red as they formed a small circle around him.

This scene was deeply etched in the spectator's eyes as they all stood up and cheered.

"Huaaa'”!" "Huaaa'”!" "Huaaa'”!"

The spectator's blood was boiling. How could it not?

Watching as Ren singlehandedly dispatched over half of the dummies in a single move caused almost everyone to be shocked.

Furthermore, no one knew how he did it as the cameras were blocked by the dummies.

The battle was still not over though.

Ren had only gotten rid of half of the dummies. Everyone also noticed this as they quickly stopped cheering and kept their eyes glued on the large screen.

They didn't want to miss a single second of what was about to come.

...and they were glad they didn't.

Without even letting Ren take a breather, the remaining dummies attacked him from all sides.

Click. Click. Click. Subtle clicking sound resounded across the arena grounds as more and more dummies fell on the ground.

No one could see Ren's movements, but his cold and indifferent image was deeply imprinted in their minds.

He looked like an awe-inspiring general that reaped through the lives of all of the enemies that got in his path.

Every second a dummy turned red. Such a shocking scene repeated over and over again as the dummies around Ren turned red without him even moving.

It was breathtaking.

Unfortunately, even though Ren had taken down half of the dummies, there were still a lot of dummies left that relentlessly attacked him from all sides.

Most of the time there would be rings around Ren to block their attacks, but sometimes an attack would make it past his defense and hit him directly.

At first, they thought it was because Ren's defense wasn't that great.

But it was then that people began to realize...

Ren was doing it on purpose.

He was purposely using his body to absorb the impact coming from some of the attacks so that he could make a quick counterattack.

was sacrificing his body to

who witnessed this couldn't help but feel their hairs stand. Just how

Everyone wanted to know.

that Ren's physical state was

either broken

...yet.

throughout the whole time. Dodge, get hit, kill. He

was breathless. They couldn't remove their eyes off of the screen. They watched the

'”Beep!

was the sonorous beep coming from the speaker of the arena's marking the end of

who was indifferently looking at the last

"Huaaa'”!" "Huaaa'”!" "Huaaa'”!"

resounded across the arena

Dover; Time ➤

day, Ren's name was deeply imprinted into every's

***

Massacre finals ended. Inside of a narrow

is why I don't use this

coughed as I

move forward, I could barely keep my eyes focused as everything around me

roamed around the corridor of the arena

my best to look fine after I finished my game, once I arrived at a secluded space, away

I

was under the influence of Monarch's indifference throughout the whole

moved on its own to achieve the goal that I had set in my mind beforehand. Beating

the fact that

goal, I cared nothing about anything else. Even if

stood motionless waiting for them to completely surround me before using the

the dummies. It

also what resulted in me sustaining serious internal

would stop a game once the contestant was too severely injured, from how I was still

most likely stemmed from the fact that I only sacrificed the areas that

body continued to aim for the goal, my

I felt immeasurable amounts of pain being transmitted all over my

my body

if the pain was only the fruit of my imagination, my body ignored everything and aimed

how much

everything was over, my overall time ended up being one minute and thirty-one

slower than my target

out and

and saw Aerin's score, one minute and forty-eight

that I had gotten

much

"Damn you Meliss'”pfffftt..."

myself from speaking, I felt something sweet going up my

"Ah, shit..."

at blood-stained hands, I cursed underneath my breath.

'”Thud!

***

"I'm sorry brother."

Aerin returned to her academy's waiting room. Standing

thought that I could

muttered as her voice

was confident that she could win the

she saw her score of one minute and forty-eight

Yet...

found out that her

by a close margin. A whopping seventeen seconds faster

completely crushed

I'm

the head, Nicholas

skillful as you. You're both the same rank and from the looks of it, his sword art specializes in speed. Furthermore, he also had a mysterious skill that I presume

as he turned his head towards a nearby TV. Displayed on

"Aerin."

"Yes"

she lifted her head

may not know this, but your opponent put his body on the line during the

"What do you mean?"

tilted her head to the

the TV screen displaying Ren's

you directly avoided and dodged all of the dummies and counterattacked, Ren chose

"More reckless approach?"

hint of confusion in Aerin's

directly used his

turned her head and directed

watched as Ren recklessly used his body to defend some of the attacks coming from the dummies. By her side, Nicholas

saving precious seconds that you used on dodging some of the attacks. Though it could've gone wrong as he could've been eliminated for getting too injured, if done well, this strategy would've without a

for a second

everything he's got for victory explains the huge gap between you two.

"I see..."

Aerin's face as she looked at the highlights

'Brother's right.'

frustrated she was at her loss, Aerin did not have time to see

was because she

level of respect for her opponent. If he was

to Aerin, Nicholas satisfyingly nodded his head as he

Someone that would even risk getting injured severely to win.

"Understood"

as her

nothing's

that everything was over. There were still the battle

definitely redeem myself

herself as

them what we are really made of when we

he looked at Aerin who seemed to have regained some of her previous

because of Aerin's amazing performances, but Aerin was not at her best when

No.

at her best when she was

no one could

***

"Ah..."

my mouth. My body

alcohol invaded my

what the hell