The Author's POV

Chapter 430

Inside of a small room.

With his head lowered, Octavious studied Aaron's dissected body.

Next to him was a man with neatly combed black hair and squared glasses. He was currently wearing a white lab coat with blue gloves in each hand.

Beep—! Beep—!

In his hand was a small transmitter that repeatedly beeped throughout the room.

The man was called Conrad Johnson, and he was the one assigned with the task of finding traces of 876. The wanted fugitive that the Union and the Monolith had agreed on hunting down together.

The first time he saw traces were a few matches back in the tournament. Before he could get a proper read on them, the signal quickly disappeared.

Then, after that, he was able to find traces once again, and as he had reacted quickly, he was able to find where the traces came from, but when he did, he was left with more questions than answers.

"You're saying that the transmitter the Monolith gave us is indicating that 876 is none other than Aaron?" Octavious asked as his deep and emotionless voice rang throughout the whole room.

"Yes, yes, it appears to be so.

Conrad nodded his head in a helpless manner before placing the transmitter next to Aaron's head. Beep—! Beep—!Beep—! Beep—!The moment the transmitter touched his head, the transmitter started to beep even more loudly.

With a complicated look on his face, Conrad took out a small tube that was about the size of a finger. Then, taking a small sample of his blood, he put it in the tube and shook it.

This process only lasted for a couple of seconds before he stopped.

Once he stopped, he turned to look at the tube and when he did, he shook his head.

"His blood is also contaminated just like the Monolith said."

Doubt started to creep inside of Conrad's head as he softly and carefully asked.

"...It's him, isn't it? 876 is Aaron."

But contrary to his expectations, Octavious shook his head.

"It's not him."

"Not him?"

Conrad replied with a confused look on his face.

Be it the tracking device and blood test, all evidence pointed that he was indeed 876, so he really couldn't understand.

Without sparing him a glance, Octavious continued.

"Aaron's whereabouts during the time 876 was in the Monolith can easily be found. It is impossible for him to be 876."

Before the tournament started, Octavious paid close attention to all the promising contestants and so he naturally knew that it was impossible for Aaron to be 876.

Once his thoughts paused there, with a frown on his face, Octaviois suddenly thought of something.

What if...

Placing his hand over Aaron's face, he suddenly squeezed it.

Crack—

The sound of bones breaking resounded throughout the room as blood spurted all over the room.

Conrad, who had been watching the whole time, opened his eyes in shock as he couldn't quite make out the situation.

Before he could say anything, Octavious retrieved his hand back.

It was then that Cornard suddenly noticed it. A small device that was resting in the middle of his finger.

Supposedly, this was the tracking device.

Calmly analyzing it for a good minute, Octavious handed it to Conrad.

"Analyze it. See if there is something hidden inside of it."

"Y…yes."

fingers, Conrad took the chip

Aaron one last look, Octavious left the

***

Ashton city.

in front of a sofa, staring at a holographic projection in

were the images of

a male while the other was a

male looked less impressive, however, his solemn and

the male's thigh, the woman, Samantha Dover, covered her mouth with her hand as she

glad we didn't let Nola

"Yes."

his head. He completely agreed with

contestant being cut in half by someone. The scene was just too gruesome for someone as young as Nola to

on her cheek,

wondered when it will be Ren's

she said those words, a look of anticipation flashed across

tip from someone that Ren was going to participate, they

should be

could feel the excitement and nervousness in his voice as he anticipated his

seeing his son shin in the tournament, and nervousness at the dangers that lay in the

even a second after he said those words, the front doorbell of

Ding—! Dong—!

to look in the direction of the door. Then, standing up Samantha calmly

"Oh my."

look of shock appeared on Samantha's face not long after as she quickly headed for the door and opened

Ci clank—!

a brilliant smile on her face,

"Welcome."

***

At the same time.

transmit the contestants to the platforms, Kimor had

did not have any excitement about his

after witnessing Kevin's strength not too long ago, he decided to no longer

fact that

for the humans to have someone as strong as Kevin, but to have two? Kimor did not believe in

his thoughts paused there, his line of sight met with one of the people managing the

forward he slowly entered

***

"What's with that look?"

portal, my

portal, just...well, how should I describe it? It felt as though he was trying

Kevin heard my words, his brows

are you on

what I'm talking

brow, Kevin glanced towards his right and left before he leaned his body forward slightly and

was trying

"Imitate me?"

"Yeah."

nodded his

go all edgy and stuff, and to be honest, I think I did a very

"Eh?"

that I was unable to reply to

then that a victorious smirk appeared on Kevin's

you can, try ending the match

could say anything back, Kevin bid goodbye to me

a lot of things that I wanted to say to him before he left, like how he had doped himself to victory, but then again, they were within the rules so I really

Lock, this was not a

intent of limiting the contestant's space,

purpose. After all, in a real fight, rules did

artifacts, potions, killing, or anything that would've normally been banned in tournaments held in the

there to

and so if someone died, although it would look

these types of tournaments would someone truly

no soft tournament where everyone just cuddled with each other after the end of each

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