{Ladies and gentlemen, ready yourselves. For there are only five minutes to the start of the Crown Game!}
The drawl lethargic tone of the Ranker, Lero-ro, announced from his Lighthouse.
The Regulars were in a special room in Evankhell's ship. Each participants were slotted in small chambers, arranged in a circular manner. The tournament arena was the large space provided for the Regulars to showcase their skills and battle, while in the middle of the room was their prize.
A bullion tainted crown on a rather large throne seat that had steps leading onto it.
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"So that's our goal, huh." The young boy, with blue and white streak hair muttered.
Dressed in a white long-sleeve that was folded, with a roughly put on tie and grey slacks. Khun Aguero Agnes leaned against the entrance bar, observing the throne and his opponent, while planning the stratagem needed to be taken for an efficient victory.
'Clearly, we aren't coming out in the First round. That's either for the truly Strong or the ridiculously Self-confident idiots. Let's see what I've got to deal with, then I'll make my move.'
Glancing at his teammates. The banished scion smiled at the young black haired boy who introduced himself as, Twenty-Fifth Baam.
His odd teammate -for he was obviously odd for having no idea about who a Ranker is- was still uncomfortable with the sudden change in location. To Khun, he felt like someone who was just pulled along with the tide.
But that's how the Tower is: it doesn't wait for anyone, and when a chance comes, you've got to take it. Even if it means biting at the others like rapid dogs.
Sighing, Khun swerved to absentmindedly stare at the lights that brightened up the arena. 'Confined by the Rules… How stupid. That's why I'll fight it every step of the way and do things my own way.'
Thankfully, Baam would agree to his waiting tactic. Him on the other hand…
"Woo~! I can see it! I can sense it! Strong weapons. Strong preys!" An eight foot crocodile humanoid, took hasty steps to the wall where a big red button was mounted.
"Let's go, you Turtles! Prepare to follow Rak-sama as he leads you to victory!"
Twenty-Fifth Baam obviously jumped, still having no idea if what his humanoid teammate declared was a good idea. As someone who had just picked up a sword for the first time in his life. The Irregular as a novice, could easily be influenced by a loud persuasive party.
Khun on the other hand, wasn't going to let his dumb brute of a teammate ruin everything, due to his hastiness.
"Hey, Gator." The descendant from the Great Family obstructed Rak's path. "Don't press that button."
"Huh~! Why shouldn't I?! We're here to fight, are we not? It's first come, first serve. Let's snag the Crown and hunt any prey that comes to take it! Hahahahaha!"
'He's obviously the Stupid type…' Khun thought blandly, while staring at the beast-kin that had begun laughing boisterously.
Still he had to work with what he has.
"Listen, I'm not saying that we're not going out. Rather, let's wait for the opportune moment… Aren't you all hunter-types supposed to be the ones that lay in wait for an unsuspecting prey to pounce on?"
"You…!" The crocodile began loudly, before smoothly transitioning into a thoughtful expression. "Have a point. Hmm… Lying in wait, eh. Hahahaha! I can see it now. Not a bad idea you got there, Blue Turtle."
Sighing, Khun now freely smirked back. "I know, Gator."
"Nñah! I am not an alligator, I am Rak-sama! Do well to remember that, Blue Turtle!" The alligator punctuated his point by huffing like a bull…
"Yeah-yeah." Khun replied, not really listening to his teammate's outraged assertion.
After all, one has to have his own schadenfreude, however small.
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However, it was at that very moment, it happened.
The announcement of a presence so powerful and terrible.
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It was too sudden for the trio to react, but they felt it all the same.
An abrupt compression that terrified them. Their visions turned red and the air murky to the point it went from normal to straight-up impossible to breathe…
To the Great Family scion and the beast-kin, it felt like they were lifting the weight of mountain, while walking on a delicate thin cord.
'Wha-What? An enemy attack?!' The Khun scion scanned around the small chamber.
Rak on the other hand, was busy trying to keep himself out from lashing out wildly. It wasn't out of excitement in meeting a stronger prey.
Just self-preservation.
Meanwhile, Baam felt dizzy as his view on the environment gained a hazy-like effect. Coughing while lying on the cold unfeeling floor. The Irregular was so close to fainting that he noticed the black spots at the edge of his vision.
But then, just as it suddenly began… It also ended.
Letting out a loud cough that spittle trickled out, Baam slowly got up to his feet while looking towards the others who were just recovering at the moment.
"Khun-san, what was that?!" Baam immediately turned to Great Family scion who was still catching his breath.
"I… Don't know, Baam." Khun pressed his thumb against his closed eyes, massaging them. "But all I know is that, whatever that was. It's dangerous."
In-fact, Khun was half the mind to just sit this Tournament out. Whatever the hell that was, it is too difficult to tango with.
One have to lose small things to gain big dividends.
This wouldn't help them in the long run.
Rak comically shook his head, as if to get rid of the terror induced spell. "What pressure! That wasn't bloodlust at all… Wh-Who was it?!"
He marched to cell bars, spying the teams in the nearest cells that were just getting up. Dark red slits scanned through the squads passing by three peculiar chambers that emanated formidable auras.
'They aren't the one I'm looking for. It's much stronger. Like the manifestation of power. A worthy prey!'
The humanoid was quite embarrassed by his earlier behavior. As one who prides himself as a hunter, facing preys bigger and stronger is in the job. So to falter at the pressure of one was plain humiliating for Rak… He will use this opportunity to show the prey who's the boss.
It wasn't for long that Rak stopped at his query. 'So that's where you are, strong prey?!'
Meanwhile as Khun observed Rak's strange behavior. He couldn't help but be saddled by a bad feeling.
"He couldn't possibly be thinking..."
-II-
"As always your power is one to be in awe with, Master~" The enchanting beast-kin, Yruvette of the La Po Bia family said in awe, drawing closer to the half-Vultrumite who relaxed in his seat.
Meanwhile, Invincible shook his head as he was pulled out from his thoughts on this strange Tower, the kids and obviously the insidious changes to his thought process. Unconsciously, the latent power within him pulsed out disturbing the ambient atmosphere.
"Eh, Yruvette. What's wrong?"
The raven shook her head with a smile. "Nothing, Master. Just admiring your perfect form."
"… Right." The Irregular nodded, while he added the mystery of his teammate's adulation attitude towards him.
'Questions. Questions. Questions… When will I be getting some real answers around here?!'
Opposite the half-Earthling, a white robbed woman, no man reclined languidly on his seat.
"Master's pressure should surely have been felt by the others. By now, they're all probably panicking. Hopefully, all we have to do is just go there, take that crown and everything will be golden."
Yruvette brushed her hair back, scoffing. "Humph! If they don't take the opportunity to sit this one out. Then this year's batch are obviously idiots. No sense of survival mentality ingrained for climbing the Tower. Though, I do want a certain Princess to join in the little game."
There was a dangerous glow in her eyes while she said that, prompting a tired sigh from Arie Yin.
"The Crown Game, huh." Invincible said as he let out an exhalation. Staring at the wall where a placard explaining the rules of the game had been pasted.
Honestly, he didn't want to participate in this match or any other matches for that matter. But then, images of blood ridden corpses flashed by and amongst them was that of the tanned man he had just killed.
It just felt hypocritical of him to say this, but he didn't want anyone to die if he could help it. Hell, looking back Invincible definitely didn't want to kill that man, but then something dark overtook the Halfling and made him do it.
'God, even that excuse sounded weak in my ears, Invincible- no, Mark.' At the very least his name, real name must be remembered by himself.
Giving himself two chiding pats on his cheeks, Invisible knew he had already dressed his bed by even deciding to participate in the Crown Game now, it was his to lie on it.
"Yruvette, Yin." Invincible said with an authority that he never knew he had. "Ready yourselves, we're going out in the First Round."
Yruvette smiled, while Yin stretched his hands up groaning, before holding the handle of his katana.
"Yes!"
-II-
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{As of this moment, the Crown Game finally commences. To all participants interested to partake in this round, prepare to press the Buzzer in five seconds.}
But even before the count begun, a beeper was pressed, and from its chamber…
Came out a procession of Angels.
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It was at that moment he left his chamber, that Invincible suddenly felt conscious of his present clothing.
"Um, Yruvette! Couldn't you have gotten me something else?" He asked in a harsh whisper.
"Hm? I don't understand, Master."
"This." The Halfling gestured at the expensive three-piece dark suit with gold trimmings. -Although Invincible wasn't too sure of the gold part- There was even a dark tie to go with it with jet black pants and designers shoes…
Somehow, Invincible has the nagging feeling that if he knew how much these articles all costs. He might just end up being KOed by the prices…
They certainly don't look cheap at all…
"Couldn't you have given me something casual?"
Placing her cheeks against her palm, the beast-kin tilted her head cutely. "But don't you like it?"
His face warmed as a result of his blushing. Invincible could still remember how reverently Yruvette had been suggesting for him to put on this suit, saying that he'll look extremely handsome in it.
Candidly speaking, the half-Vultrumite secretly thought it looked nice.
He is still a hot-blooded boy, sue him.
But now… Going in front of all these people dressed like this. It made him feel too different and uncomfortable.
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"Besides…" The La Po Bia slinked a closer, whispering to his ear. "Master deserves to appear more distinct amongst the masses."
As Invincible watch her moving ahead after saying those words. He couldn't help but feel like…
Those words sounded so wrong.
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Meanwhile in another chamber…
"Anak-san, please listen to this lowly Shibisu and don't partake in this round!"
In a subservient form classified as the 'Dogeza,' the Regular begged his beast-kin teammate, while obstructing her from touching the red beeper.
It was only by chance, after that freaky pressure that the freckled boy saw the placard.
To say Shibisu was shocked was an understatement. If he were in a more sensible team, then he wouldn't have been too worried, they could have talked things out. But no, he had to been in a team with super-strong folks.
"Get out of my way…" Her voice coolly repeated.
The one who spoke was a lizard-kin with a short stature that belied the insane strength hidden within them.
Shibisu wasn't high enough to think he could stop her from flinging him away. But the fact that she wasn't doing so told the Regular that he is being given chance to explain himself.
Glancing at his other teammate, whose eyes haven't seen to leave that white robbed fairy that was entering the arena. Shibisu let out a mental sigh of relief, but still tagged the Swordsman just in case he gets some rather dangerous ideas.
"Listen, I know that you to enter the ring and rumble with those folks, but trust me." Shibisu pointed towards the entering team. "Those guys seem like bad news."
"… Oi, are you saying I can't beat them?"
"No, no, mam. I'm saying, let's just wait only this round to see what they're made of. Be it hot air or the real deal. Then, we'll make our move."
Zahard's bastard tilted her head, studying the group while the uncomfortable feeling in stomach refused to drop.
'That strange pressure… It's coming from one of them, but which one.'
As one who possess the blood of the King of the Tower, Anak could tell. All three of them were strong. Very strong.
Anak assumed they are probably the second batch, as she hadn't seen them during the Ranker's Pass the Shinsu test. She would have been able to tell who had the strange pressure right away. Although, she probably put her money on the boy in the expensive suit as the perpetrator…
'Maybe the weakling's right… I'll see if they are the real deal or not. If they are.' She smirked, 'Then I'll thoroughly crush them.'
The Green April in her grip rattled like a snake.
"How beautiful…" Hatz commented, while staring at the girl in white robes.
"Hmm~ so that's your type, Hatz. You, playboy!" Shibisu incanted, nudging him suggestively.
Brushing away the boy in jumpsuit's hand, Hatz eyed him in impassiveness. "What do you think I'm talking about?"
"The white robbed beauty."
"No, you idiot. It's her sword stance."
The freckled Regular scrunched his brows, watching for any signs of danger or even caution in white hair woman's steps only to find none. "Really? Cause I don't see any sword stance at all. You sure you aren't sleepy?"
Hatz sighed, "Try visualize attacking her."
"What? Why the hell should I do that?"
"Just humor me, and try it."
"… Well, only because you said so." Focusing, Shibisu mimicked an air of hostility… Only to find himself on the floor the next moment clenching his throat in agonizing pain.
Gurgling, the Regular felt like he had just been slashed and was about to die. Thankfully, Hatz was there to stir him back to clarity.
"Shibisu, it's only an illusion. Listen to my voice, you're only imagining what she wants you to see."
Shibisu looked at Hatz incredibly, wondering why he was saying such nonsense when his throat had been slashed. He then lifted his hands to see the lack of blood. Blinking owlishly, the Regular rubbed his throat feeling no cut while that searing pain was now fading away.
"Th-The hell… What the hell was that?!"
"A suggestive command." Hatz coolly replied.
"An unconsciously evocative thought planted in her movement. ' Whoever thinks of fighting me, DIE!' Something of that sort. That's why I say, it's beautiful… I wonder on what level she is with her sword and where do I stand in before her?"
Coughing out, Shibisu forced himself to his feet raging incredulously. "Are you out of your mind?! She almost killed me by shaking those non-existent hips of hers! What do you think will happen if you fight her?! Wait don't answer. Allow me to say it. Instant Death, that's what is."
"… … I won't too sure about that."
"Ah! Mou! Anak-san, please help me put some sense into this prideful idio…! Anak-san?" The freckled Regular shivered, watching as Anak clenching her needle while dilated eyes quivered in a storm of emotions.
"The next round. We're coming out in the next round." Anak said frigidly, while staring at the beast-kin.
There is something about that girl that drew her attention. Particularly that clothed weapon the La Po Bia scion wielded.
'Could it be another one?'
Narrowing her eyes, the suspicion within her growl at Anak to come out and confirm her budding notion. But she had already decided leave this round to see the beast-kin's performance.
Hatz, on the other hand, nodded in agreement. "Indeed we will."
But Shibisu had a problem with that. "Indeed we don't! Gyah! We're so gonna' die!"
A palm placed upon his shoulder as Shibisu looked up to see Hatz give him a smile that almost appeared encouraging.
"With your Killer Arts, my Sword Skills and her Tenacity. I am sure we can prevail."
"Killer Arts?"
In another Story, in another Universe, Shibisu would have been happy that there was someone who believed his fib. Here, he was wondering how many seconds it'll take for him to die against the white robed girl using his supposed 'Killer Arts.'
'Instantly'
The Regular fell down and cried.
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"Hmm?"
"What is it, Yin?"
"No, Master… Just now, I thought someone was glaring at me."
Yruvette chuckled, covering her lips while commentating. "Maybe they were appreciating your transcendental beauty."
"Yruvette!"
"Bwahahahahahahahaha!"
Invincible sighed before noticing as a cell opening as a trio strutted out approaching them. Probably to battle for the crown.
'Such weaklings that wouldn't even last a second before the power of a Vultrimite…'
Letting out a gasp, Invincible glanced around furtively wondering whose voice was that.
'Again… It's here, again. Dammit! Who the hell are you?!'
At his teammates that picked up his sudden change in disposition, the Halfling let out a placating smile to divert their probing questions.
"So according to the Rules, someone has to sit on the throne donning the Crown while the others help protect the King. Yruvette-…"
Cutting him short, the La Po Bia scion raised her hand stopping him. "Please, why you sit on the Throne while we take care of our opponents."
"Really? But I can help end this all more quickly."
"I know that, Master. But for now, allow us to use this opportunity to show you our strength. I'm sure if we face something we cannot handle, you'll be there to help us."
Glancing at Yin who gave a succinct nod, Invincible sighed, consenting.
"Alright, but be careful…"
At that Yin gave an amused chuckle. "Rather, you should be praying that she dials down her strength against her opponents."
"Hmm?"
Just as the silver hair was about to join his teammate -probably to rein her in incase she went too far- a clothed spear blocked his path, while Yruvette kept on facing ahead.
"Why don't you go keep Master company, while I go play with these fools."
Now that, Yin didn't understand. Not the part where she didn't needed his strength, he had already sensed it when he had been checking the others out. Most if not all of them wouldn't be a problem if Yruvette decides to kill them all.
"But what about your bloodlust? Sure you want to show that to Master, now?"
The La Po Bia turned throwing his a small smile. "Don't worry about that. I've still got it under control for the moment. My rather engaging attitude towards Master has been steering me off from being soaked in it too much. Besides, I doubt there's anyone that could push me that far."
"Not even that Zarhard Princess, Yruvette. And I don't mean by power play. Just don't kill her, at least not here. We don't want Master to see that part of ourselves, yet."
"I know that, Yin. I know…"
Swirling around, the Arie scion raised his hands waving it lethargically. "Well, have fun playing around."
Her teeth bared while giving a smile that alternated from sex-appeal to bloodthirsty.
"Grrr~ now, that's what I like to hear~"
And so the mysterious La Po Bia sashayed ahead, her shoes making audible clinks, while leaving her spear behind, stabbed into the floor.
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"Hmm… Now what have you to offer? Mysterious Great Family progeny."
Uncharacteristically serious, Lero-ro cupped his chin while staring at the mysterious second batch team that immediately went for the Crown, while one of their members went to deal with the opposition team.
Pride, however foolish can only be taken seriously, if one has the power to back it up.
The fact that they were sending just one member to deal with another team suggested pride.
As for power…
"If I'm sensing correctly then they certainly have it in spades. Particularly her, La Po Bia Yruvette. She reminds me about that woman so much it feels like I'm staring at a mirror image… Seems like this year's Regulars are an interesting bunch."
Lero-ro backtracked to the innocent looking monster he met during his shinsu wall test.
His eyes narrowed at the one who sat on the throne like it was made for him. The way the shinsu was gathering around the Regular was so scary, Lero-ro was half the mind that the Regular -if he even is one- could take him on, even if he goes all out.
Like that wasn't a scary prospect.
"Could he really be an Irregular, huh? Dammit. I had been wondering what had gotten into Quaint that made him laugh at me back then. So it's because of him, huh. How… Interesting."
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-II-
"Hey, are you sure that now's the right time to come out?" Dédé Kancho, a member of Shopin's team quietly questioned, while he looked around.
"I mean, we're like the only ones who are heading out right now. Not to mention those guys look strong."
"Don't you worry about that, Dédé-kun." A tall blond boy, with small eyes replied. Gripping both his palms together, miming a prayerful stance.
"HoHohHo HoHohHohHo god, has just spoken to me. Shopin! Now is the time to move out and take your prize. Your reward to the 2nd Floor is right before you…! So don't worry about anything, Dédé-kun. Just have faith and god will do the rest."
Even as the black haired Regular nodded, inside he had begun shedding tears. 'We are so gonna' to lose badly…'
There was no way that lady wasn't a member of the Great Family, only their folks dress so opulently in this Tower. From what little rumors he had heard about them all said the same thing.
They are all Monsters in combat…
And now his idiot pious of a leader wants to pick a fight with one. Oh, Dédé was absolutely sure they were going to lose.
'Why did I even join this team, anyway? Oh, it's because of the time limit and my rather lack of choices…'
Glancing at his other teammate, who wordlessly pulled out his scissors-sword. Dédé Kancho tacitly did the same.
"Well. If I'm going to lose. I'll at least make her work for it… Maybe."
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As Yruvette approached the opposing team, she couldn't help grow disappointed at what she saw.
'Weakling A, Weakling B and Weakling Omega.'
The last was reserved for the tall blonde buffoon, swaggering towards her with an ingratiating pompous smirk. Sighing, the beast-kin decided to take care of this fast. After all, she still got a bigger fish to fry.
'I did promise myself not to kill them before Master. But punting at least two of them to a coma is quite enticing. Now, which are the unlucky two?'
She placed a finger on her dainty lips in contemplation, while Weakling Omega came near her and then began spouting nonsense about god this and god that.
"One…" The scion counted.
The boy who pointed his sword at her determined was much more appealing than to the eyes than Mister Mute over here. So he's safe.
"Two…" Now focusing on Shopin. Yruvette shushed, placing her hand on her hips seductively. "Big boy, don't you know girls like a much more cool and determined type. Your loud yapping is killing your appeal."
She winked at Dédé who blushed. Shopin on the other hand appeared incensed.
"Silence, you harlot! My god has determined that I will take the Crown and proceed to the next Floor. Neither you nor your ilk can stop me!"
He raised his fist, ready to throw a powerful haymaker. While the quiet boy, Kon flanked the scion ready to bisect her. Dédé for the moment decided not to join in.
The same instinct that had saved him in First Test was pinging once again.
'Whatever is about to happen, I don't want to get caught in it for my own safety.'
'Smart boy.' Yruvette smirked, she lethargically threw a fist that seemingly vanished midair for a split-second. It was an old technique of hers that didn't require much, except an adequate strength and speed.
In this case though, it was certainly an over-kill.
Suddenly, Shopin and Kon halted in their movement. The large scissors wielding Regular was the first to experience it.
Grimacing at the intense pain at his torso, Kon coughing out blood, slowly gazed at the smirking beast-kin before multiple pieces of him felt like they had been blown off. The next instant, he was intimately acquainted to the wall.
"God!" Shipon groaned in pain as even the bliss of unconsciousness was robbed from him.
"It hurts right?" Yruvette said in a whisper.
"I made yours extra special for calling me a harlot and most importantly. For insinuating that you joker can take the Crown from Master. So where's your god now, big guy?"
Shopin tried to bowl over, but an indention manifested on both his legs forcing him to stand straight. Blood leaked out of his ears and ears and all the Regular felt was pain.
"Gah!"
Sighing, Yruvette suddenly felt bored. She expected a wild punch thrown or even some better than this.
'Well, what should I have expected from a weakling.'
She swiped displacing the air, and Shipon flew with it, smashing against the wall with a painful gurgle.
"So?" The scion of La Po Bia began, only for Dédé Kancho to raise his hands in surrender.
"I rather give up here, than to end up like those guys."
Swirling, the Black Cat incanted. "Good for you."
{The First Round is now over~}
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Invincible winced as he saw the tall man embed into the wall. The people within the Tower were quiet strong, he would admit. While not on a high scale, their specs were most likely superhuman.
But to be hit with such force…
"Is, is he dead?" The half-terrestrial asked Yin who sat next to him.
Dropping his head down, the swordsman looked at the two Regulars who were currently indisposed. While from their injuries, their hope of climbing the Tower was already gone. They would clearly survive with proper treatment as their injuries were that fatal...
After all, he knew that Yruvette is an expert in making things seem gorier than they really are.
'Blood Burst, huh. Such a sadistic Technique… It's still better than the others.'
"They're alright, Master." Yin replied, while moaning groans suffused the environment. "They are in pain at the moment, but it's really nothing serious."
The Halfling sighed in relief "That's good."
{With the opposing team incapacitated or disqualified. As a result, the opening round goes to Invincible, Yin, and Yruvette. If you'd like to participate in the next round, please press your buzzer.}
"Master!" Yruvette called out to the Halfling on the throne giving a V sign. "That's one down, and more to go."
'Does this girl really like bringing me into the spotlight?' Invincible thought while twitching at Yruvette who was skipping towards him after picking up her planted weapon.
"So what do you think?" The Great Family scion lifted one of her arm flexing her thin muscles. "Strong, huh."
"Yeah…" Invincible trailed off, watching as the conscious boy from the opposing team hauled his teammates back to their chambers. "Very strong. I was wrong to worry for you, keep it up and maybe, keep your brutality combo at a lower ante."
Yruvette cutely pouted. "Ok~ only because you said so. Though when I'm fighting Endorsi, I wouldn't hold back much."
'Girls fight, huh… Better sooner than later.' Invincible nodded. "Alright, but no going too far or I'll stop the fight myself."
"I got that right and clear."
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Endorsi whistled watching the lady from La Po Bia family dismantle the opposing team.
"She's clearly got training, that's for sure."
That's to be expected from the scion of a Great Family. Nevertheless, there was something unnatural about her strength that kept on bugging her.
At first, the Zahard Princess surmised that it was as a result of her bloodline purity -as the closer one is to the blood of a Family Head, the stronger they become- but this isn't just it. There is something more to that.
Something very familiar…
"Not to mention. how causal she is too Invincible."
Endorsi wasn't an idiot. With the life she had, foolishness and irrationality will literally get her killed in the first month. So she had to forge connections… Connections that could be broken at any given point in time.
So the fact that both the La Po Bia and Arie scion were so adulating of Invincible even if he is an Irregular was strange and curious… More so, as they knew the repercussions of what being an Irregular represented in this Tower.
"Ah~ I really want to know. But not now."
Endorsi wasn't going to participate in this farce. Not when she could get to the next floor on her own, anyway. After all, to fight Invincible was just asking for a humiliating defeat.
The latest canyon in the fields certainly agreed with her.
The only reason she was here in the first place is to spectate the event.
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But the Royal Regular never expected that she would be drag into the event in the next round.
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"Yo, bitch." Yruvette said with a smile, standing a few meters away from Endorsi's chamber, staring directly at the Princess.
"Care to come out and settle things between us?"
Pulling down her hood, Endorsi smirked dangerously towards the beast-kin. "Second rate, don't bait me."
Yruvette shrugged, replying back sarcastically. "But I clearly am. Oh, and don't worry. Neither Master nor Yin would be interrupting us, so why don't you come out and dance for me. Or perhaps, are you just all bark and no bite."
'This little!' The brunette stood up from her seat and stomped over pressing the buzzer. "Oh, you're so dead, second-rate! One cat pelt, coming right up!"
"That's more like it, bitch!"
Triple threat.
Princess vs Princess vs Princess