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

last

***

Ashton city.

by the demon hunter guild, two people sat in

projections were the images of the

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

male looked less impressive, however, his solemn

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

we didn't let Nola

"Yes."

his head. He completely agreed

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

her hand on her cheek, Samatha

wondered when it will be

a look of anticipation flashed across

weren't very interested in the tournament, however, upon receiving an anonymous tip from someone that

should be

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

at the dangers that lay in the tournament. Especially after having seen so many injuries

said those words, the front doorbell of their house

Ding—! Dong—!

to look at each other, the duo curiously turned to look in the direction of the door. Then, standing

"Oh my."

the camera to see who it was, a look of shock appeared on Samantha's face not long after as she quickly headed for the door and opened

Ci clank—!

smile on her

"Welcome."

***

At the same time.

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

not have any excitement about

rank after

after witnessing Kevin's strength not too long

acknowledged the fact that

not have high regard for his next opponent. After all, it was already rare enough for the humans to have someone as strong as

line of sight met with one of the people managing

taking a step forward he slowly entered

***

"What's with that look?"

of the portal, my face

it? It felt as though he was trying to purposely act like

words,

are you on

what

look. Raising his brow, Kevin glanced towards his right and left before he

trying

"Imitate me?"

"Yeah."

nodded his

stuff, and to be honest, I think I did

"Eh?"

my expectations that I was unable

that a victorious smirk appeared on Kevin's face as he

can, try ending the match as fast as I

I could say anything back, Kevin bid

he left, like how he had doped himself to victory,

Lock, this was

intent of limiting the contestant's space, there

purpose. After all,

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

were only there to initiate and

it would look bad on them, it was really nothing

all, only through these types of tournaments would someone truly be

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

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