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."

the

one last look,

***

Ashton city.

sat in front of a

projections were the images of

the two people seated on the sofa, one was a male while the other was a female. With blonde hair and blue eyes, the woman

impressive, however, his solemn and

male's thigh, the woman, Samantha Dover,

glad we didn't let Nola see

"Yes."

his head. He completely agreed with

especially so after the last match where they saw a contestant being cut in half by someone. The

hand on

wondered when it

words, a look of anticipation flashed across her

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

should be coming

the excitement and nervousness in

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

second after he said those words, the

Ding—! Dong—!

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

"Oh my."

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

Ci clank—!

brilliant smile on her

"Welcome."

***

At the same time.

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

have any excitement about

strength not too

the fact that not all humans were

was already rare enough for the humans to have

thoughts paused there, his line of sight

step forward he slowly entered

***

"What's with that look?"

portal, my face

just...well, how should I describe it?

words, his

you

what I'm talking

his right

I was trying to imitate

"Imitate me?"

"Yeah."

nodded his head

all edgy and stuff, and to be honest, I

"Eh?"

so out of my expectations that I was unable to reply to him

a victorious smirk appeared on

stands. If you can, try ending the match as fast

Kevin bid

how he had doped himself to

the tournaments at the Lock,

was set up purposely with the intent of limiting

done on purpose. After all, in a real fight, rules

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

only there to initiate

and so if someone died, although it would look bad

only through these

soft tournament where everyone just cuddled with each other after the end of each match.

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