The Author's POV

On one of the upper platforms overlooking the matches, a heavy, somber atmosphere prevailed.

SilverMoon stared at Skull Crusher who was passed out on the ground without saying a word. She was not aware of Skull Crusher's current condition, and quite frankly, she didn't care.

He had lost, and that was all that mattered to her. Regardless of whether he had died or not, she was no longer interested in it.

"Trash..."

She uttered in disgust.

The match itself had already ruined her mood. As a result, she decided to leave the room as she no longer felt the need to stay there.

Before leaving the room, she took one last glance at the arena below before murmuring.

'Petty tricks.'

Clank—!

The door closed shut and she disappeared.

As for the other top rankers in the room, they had mixed reactions.

While their reactions to the white-haired figure below were not as strong as SilverMoon's, they were still startled by what they had seen. Their eyes were now mixed with fear and apprehension.

For him to have beaten Skull Crusher so easily, they themselves couldn't do it.

It now became clear to them that whoever this newbie was, he was above their level.

Well, almost everyone.

"Hm? Has the fight ended?"

A lazy and groggy voice echoed out on the platform.

Blinking a couple of times, Lightning Dragon lifted his head to view the arena below. The loud cheers had woken him up from his nap.

"Huaam."

Yawning out loud, he lazily asked.

"Who won?"

"...Your fellow human member."

A deep voice answered his question. The voice belonged to an orc, and he was currently ranked fourth in the rankings.

Compared to Skull Crusher, he was shorter, but despite his height, he emitted an even more powerful aura compared to Skull Crusher.

"Human?"

Taking a closer look at the action below, Lighting Dragon squinted his eyes.

His gaze lingered on the white-haired figure in the midst of the arena grounds for a little over a couple of seconds.

"He looks familiar."

He muttered in a loud voice.

Upon hearing his words, everyone turned to look at one another.

In the past, his words would have seemed odd to them, but now that they were used to him, they didn't think too much of it.

To them, was someone that had a terrible memory.

Sort of.

His lack of memory was more indicative of a lack of care. His memory of everyone else present in the room was limited to the current emperor, and no one else.

The only people he remembered were those who were worth remembering, and it was clear to them that they weren't worth remembering. The same could be said for the white-haired figure below as Lightning Dragon still seemed to be unable to remember him.

"Yes, he's won."

The orc from before replied. His eyes flickered coldly as he looked at the human on the sofa. However, he didn't dare to move.

In his mind, there was no doubt that the human in front of him was frightening, and that he stood no chance against him. Even then, his attitude irritated him to no end.

someone as prideful as him to be treated

Crack.

rang with a cracking sound as he clenched

"Huaaam …"

to cover his mouth with his hand, Lightning Dragon leaned back against the sofa, completely unaware of the orcs'

"That's good for him…"

in which a sword rested inside and grasped it with his left hand. Pulling it closer to his body, he closed

"So tired."

his lips, he weakly

me up until the Emperor match

as he finished

The room quieted down.

***

To Tok—

"Come in."

room that looked familiar, SilverMoon lowered her head. In secret, she glanced toward the center of the room where a shirtless man with long

The current Emperor, SilverStar.

person that stood at the peak of the Duke bracket, and someone whom

to make sure that everything was alright, only then did

you ready for your

spite of the fact that her voice sounded normal, it was

was naturally picked up by the figure standing in the middle

something up with

a rather soft tone. Lifting her head, SilverMoon's tightly furrowed brows

She eventually sighed.

Remember the

"…What about him?"

a simple

as she thought back to

you challenge our

"Without lifting a finger?"

face. But it

SilverMoon, he slowly walked

To Tok.

steady sound of his footsteps

a moment to caress her cheek, he halted his steps in front of her. His thumb traced down the long scar that traced down her face, resulting

watched this, he

"...It doesn't matter."

it doesn't matter? He's directly challenging

the Emperor shook

is against the

"Yes, I know."

her head. This realization

from now, the current Emperor, SilverStar, would

against the Overlord would be decided in

him, he would finally be able to fight against the current Overlord. The only obstacle stopping

human for

her cheek. Her face was filled with reluctance when he did so,

are you really going to let him go

"No."

He replied.

an ornate wooden closet not so far from where he was, where a white shirt was hanging. Walking up to it, he took the shirt out

at the moment. So what if he managed to beat Skull Crusher? I can do that too. My real

"You mean Lightning Dragon?"

"...Yes."

the top part of his shirt, his

will see how he will be able to run rampant like

you really be

Worry returned to her

Turning around, SilverStar smirked.

worry about me winning. That's

***

"I'm curious about something."

to my cell, I glanced at my other self and our eyes met. The look on his face suggested that he already knew what I was going to

Regardless, I still asked.

can you have a

while ago, but sometimes my other self could manifest physically. Having always thought he was some sort of vision, I was somewhat

this fact, I decided to just accept it and use

like what had currently just