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."

took the chip and weakly

one last look, Octavious left the

***

Ashton city.

residence owned by the demon hunter guild, two people sat in front of a sofa, staring at a holographic

were the

a male while the other was a female. With blonde hair and blue

impressive, however, his solemn and sharp look did give off

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

didn't let Nola

"Yes."

his head. He completely agreed with

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

her hand on her cheek, Samatha

wondered when it will be Ren's

words, a look

however, upon receiving an anonymous tip from someone that Ren was going to participate, they dropped

should be coming

stoic, Samantha could feel the excitement and nervousness in his voice as he anticipated his son's

of seeing his son shin in the tournament, and nervousness at the dangers that lay in the tournament. Especially after having seen so many injuries and

after he said those words,

Ding—! Dong—!

turned to look in the direction of the door.

"Oh my."

to see who it was, a look of shock appeared on Samantha's face not long

Ci clank—!

her face, she greeted

"Welcome."

***

At the same time.

would transmit the contestants to the platforms, Kimor had a calm look on his face. Or rather, he

any excitement about

merely

strength not too long ago, he decided to no

the fact that not all humans were

he still did not have high regard for his next opponent. After all, it was already rare enough for the humans

line of sight

step forward he

***

"What's with that look?"

portal, my

way he came out of the portal, just...well, how should I describe it? It felt as though he

words, his brows twitched a

are you on

what I'm talking

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

trying

"Imitate me?"

"Yeah."

his

go all edgy and stuff, and to be honest, I think I

"Eh?"

expectations that I

appeared on Kevin's face as he patted me on

If you can, try ending the

back, Kevin

him before he left, like how he had doped himself to victory, but then again,

tournaments at the Lock, this

up purposely with the intent of limiting the

obviously done on purpose. After all, in

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

referees were only there to initiate and end

if someone died, although it would look bad on

After all, only through these

with each other after the end of each match. No, this was a real

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