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, Octavious

***

Ashton city.

by the demon hunter guild, two people sat in front of a sofa, staring

projections were the images

while the other was a female.

his solemn and sharp look did give off his

Samantha Dover, covered her mouth

we didn't

"Yes."

He completely agreed

a contestant being cut in half by someone. The scene was

her hand on

it will

those words, a look of anticipation flashed across

them weren't very interested in the tournament, however, upon receiving an anonymous tip from someone that Ren was going to participate, they dropped everything

be

Despite sounding stoic, Samantha could feel the excitement and nervousness in his voice

and nervousness at the dangers that lay in the tournament. Especially

those

Ding—! Dong—!

duo curiously turned to look in the direction of the

"Oh my."

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

Ci clank—!

on her face, she

"Welcome."

***

At the same time.

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

have any excitement about

rank

but after witnessing Kevin's strength not too

fact that not all

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?

his line of sight met with one of the people managing

taking a step forward

***

"What's with that look?"

had just come out of the portal, my face leaned

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

Kevin heard my words, his brows

you

what

Kevin glanced towards his right and left before he leaned

trying to

"Imitate me?"

"Yeah."

his

stuff, and to be honest, I think

"Eh?"

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

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

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

anything back, Kevin bid goodbye to me and

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

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

on purpose. After all, in a real fight,

that would've normally been banned in tournaments held in the human domain, everything was allowed

only there to initiate and end the

inevitable, and so if someone died, although it would look bad on them, it was really nothing

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

cuddled with each other after the end of each match.

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