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."

Conrad took the

that, giving Aaron one last look, Octavious left the

***

Ashton city.

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

the projections were the images

while the other was a female.

his solemn and sharp look

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

glad we didn't let Nola see

"Yes."

his head. He completely agreed with

was especially so after the last match where they saw a contestant being cut in half by someone. The scene was just too gruesome for

hand on her cheek, Samatha

when it will be Ren's

a look

very interested in the tournament, however, upon receiving an anonymous tip from someone that Ren was going to participate, they dropped everything they were doing and decided

be

stoic, Samantha could feel the excitement and

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

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

Ding—! Dong—!

look in the direction of

"Oh my."

appeared on Samantha's face not long after as

Ci clank—!

her face, she greeted the

"Welcome."

***

At the same time.

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

not have any excitement about his next

Kevin's strength not too long ago,

acknowledged the fact that not all

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

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

a step forward he slowly entered the

***

"What's with that look?"

out of the portal, my face

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

words, his brows twitched a

you on

exactly what I'm talking

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

I was trying to

"Imitate me?"

"Yeah."

his

to be honest,

"Eh?"

was so out of my expectations that

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

stands. If you can, try ending

Kevin bid

like how he

the Lock, this was not a children's

from the out-of-bounds rule which was set up purposely with the intent of limiting the contestant's space, there were very few rules

purpose. After all,

been banned in

to initiate

were inevitable, and so if someone died, although it would look bad on them,

say I was against this, to be honest. After all, only through these types of tournaments would someone truly be able to

no soft tournament where everyone just cuddled with each other after the end of each match. No,

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