The Author's POV

Upper echelon area.

"Hahahahaha!"

A boisterous laugh resounded across the platform as Gervis slapped the side of the chair and helplessly held onto his stomach, trying his best to contain his laughter.

However, as he recalled Ren's actions, his laugh only became louder.

It took a couple of minutes for him to finally calm down, and when he did, wiping the side of his eyes, he commented.

"This is great!"

Even though Ren's words were extremely arrogant and offensive, Gervis didn't take them to heart. He was all too familiar with him and knew he probably had his reasons for whatever he did.

Also, dwarves weren't particularly known for their combat prowess so he wasn't offended at all.

Calming himself down, Gervis stroked his beard and turned to look at Brutus who was wordlessly sitting on his seat.

"You saw that right?"

"...Yes."

Brutus unperturbedly replied.

"His words aren't wrong."

"Oh?"

Gervis showed a look of surprise. He didn't expect such an answer from him.

"You really think that there isn't anyone else worth fighting?"

"Khrr...khrr...correct."

With a deep and unfathomable look on his face, Brutus calmly nodded his head.

"After he defeated Kimor...khrr...khrr...the victor of the tournament had already been decided. What is said is true. There isn't anyone that is worth fighting."

Gervis's eyes squinted when he heard Brutus's words, but he decided to stay silent.

There was no point in him saying anything else as he too somewhat agreed with what he said.

As the two were conversing, the elven queen had a weird look on her face. Even though she wasn't particularly offended by what Ren did, she was not entirely pleased. After all, he had humiliated Vaalyun in front of the whole world.

He was supposed to be the best prodigy that the elves could offer. At an age that was similar to that of Ren in human years, he had already broken through to rank. He was supposed to be a generational talent that was rarely seen, yet he had been completely overshadowed and even turned into the butt of the jokes for those that were watching.

"Sigh."

Still, it wasn't like she could do anything about it. Given her status, if she did something, it would look bad on the whole race. Not that she was planning on doing anything in the first place.

To her, this was a good opportunity to humble Vaalyun a notch. He had become a little bit too arrogant for his own good. If this humiliation served to calm him down a bit, then the queen could turn a blind eye to what happened.

Furthermore, Amanda had already told her about the Xurin fruit. Even though she was still unclear about whether it was real or not, if that was truly the Xurin fruit that could cure Natasha, Amanda's mother, then she owed him a big favor.

Whatever was happening to Vaalyun, the queen could only pretend to have noticed.

"..."

The only one of the four that didn't show any reaction to Ren's victory was Octavious who quietly gazed toward the arena with an indifferent look on his face.

There was no visible change in his expression as he looked at the arena, however, if one looked closely, they might be able to see a more resolute look on his face.

He had finally made up his mind.

***

After Ren left, the excitement over the next few matches died down a little.

Kevin's matches, and two, they were all still riled up at Ren's words, making it hard for

of sixteen and so the top contenders had not fought yet, but in their hearts, everyone already knew that

moment, it was Kevin's potential match with Vaalyun, who

the jokes to all humans as

Click—!

remote controller, Smallsnake turned off the television and sat back in his

*Puff*

last words during

to piss all of the

his way. Not only had Ren's last words provoked the other races, but he

and bite him in the ass. However, knowing Ren's personality, Smallsnake already knew that

*Puff*

"Ugh."

forehead with his hand, Smallsnake lamented over his luck. "Just why do

*Puff*

"Can you stop?"

and holding onto a massive cigar, Smallsnake watched

*Puff*

from Issanor, there was not a single moment when Leopold didn't stop smoking. At this point, Smallsnake questioned

smoked was simply too

*Puff*

the cigar, Leopold shrugged his

it. I'm just making up for the time

the days when he couldn't smoke back in Issanor,

"You—"

the door of the warehouse opened and Ava, Hein, and Ryan

noticed that they all had a haggard and tired

Clank—!

"...Hey."

"Hey Smallsnake."

"mhh..."

with

strange look on his face. Halting her footsteps a couple of meters away from Smallsnake, Ava sat down on a sofa and leaned her

"Family, that's what happened."

tiredly said, as Hein and Ryan similarly sat down next to her. They all had similar

face with her

no matter how much I tried to leave

look at Smallsnake,

in the tournament! The moment I

"Same for me."

said with a sympathetic look

the same....I-I wish I could have my time returned to

their stories, Smallsnake felt a little bit of pity for them. Turning his head to look at Ryan, he didn't even need to ask to understand why he looked the way he

him though. Ryan deserved what he had coming to him. Especially since he had been annoying him for

his chair,

have

had been quite a while since everyone had returned to the human

in Henlour, this was

of the people here were already famous. If they took into account Ren, who was probably the most famous human

***

leaving the arena grounds, taking out the mask of Dolos, I quickly changed my face and clothes before heading back to the arena

a familiar figure and sat down

"When is your match?"

Amanda gave me a cold look

him, but then I realized why. Smiling, I once

"Ah, it's me."

I used my regular

to stand up and proceeded to leave. Not

grabbed onto her hand and

"Hold up, it's me!"

"Let go."

icy hue began

when I saw