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 and weakly

last look, Octavious left

***

Ashton city.

guild, two people sat in front of a

on the projections were the

seated on the sofa, one was a male while the other was a

looked less impressive, however, his solemn and

the woman, Samantha Dover, covered her mouth

didn't

"Yes."

his head. He

match where they saw a contestant being cut in half by someone. The scene was just too gruesome for someone as

her hand on

wondered when it will

she said those words, a look of

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

should be coming

feel the excitement and nervousness in

the tournament, and nervousness at the dangers

even a second after he said those words, the

Ding—! Dong—!

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

"Oh my."

appeared on Samantha's face not long after as she

Ci clank—!

her face, she greeted

"Welcome."

***

At the same time.

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

not have any excitement about

rank after

him for being human, but after witnessing Kevin's strength not too long ago, he decided to no longer look

fact that not all

have high regard for his next opponent. After all, it was already rare enough for the humans to have someone as strong as Kevin, but to have two? Kimor did not

his line of sight met

taking a step forward he slowly

***

"What's with that look?"

the portal, my face leaned back

out of the portal, just...well, how should I describe it? It felt as though he was trying to purposely act like

Kevin heard my words, his brows

are you

know exactly what

towards his right and left before he leaned his

I was trying to

"Imitate me?"

"Yeah."

his

to be honest, I think I did a

"Eh?"

that I was

a victorious smirk appeared on Kevin's face as he patted me

for you at the stands. If you can, try

back, Kevin bid goodbye to me and directly

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

tournaments at the Lock, this was not a

purposely with the intent of limiting the contestant's space, there were very few

was obviously done on purpose. After all, in a real fight,

anything that would've normally been banned in tournaments held

were only there to initiate and

someone died, although it would look bad

to be honest. After all, only through these types

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

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