The pristine white walls of the academy's infirmary surrounded , their sterile ambiance offering a sense of tranquility. As my eyes adjusted to the soft light, fragnts of mories flooded my mind, reminding of the extraordinary events that had unfolded in the arena.
"I rember now," I murmured to myself, a mix of awe and realization evident in my voice. The power unleashed by the Black Sun had been more formidable than I had anticipated, leaving both Winand and unconscious in its wake. The sheer force of the skill had overwheld into temporary oblivion.
With a sense of curiosity and eagerness, I reached for the device provided by the academy to check the current rankings. The projection screen flickered to life, displaying the results in vivid detail. And there it was, a mont of triumph captured in two simple words.
Rank 95 - Eren Pendragon
Rank 96 - Winand Klee
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Relief flooded through as I realized that I had erged victorious.
It seems as I was the last standing one in the arena, the match was declared to be my win.
The thrill of triumph coursed through my veins, accompanied by an infectious smile that spread across my face. The effort and hardwork that I had put into my training has paid off.
Finally, I would be able to visit the royal museum without any hindrances or limitations.
Carefully, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling a faint ache in my muscles as I rose to my feet. The soreness was a reminder of the physical toll that wielding such imnse power had taken on my body. As I took my first tentative steps, I vowed to be more cautious in the future, to harness the might of the Black Sun.
Ignoring the pain that lingered in my body, I concentrated on the things that need to be done for the future. Now that my ticket to the royal museum has been confird, I need to find a way to acquire 'that' weapon.
Not to ntion, I had yet to find ways to prevent the terrorist attack. In the first place, I doubted if I could prevent the act. Firstly, I didn't know the identity of attacker. Secondly, I wasn't even there in my past life to know what has actually transpired, not to ntion the fact that my involvent could change the course of things that could happen.
It was a complete unknown situation, but weirdly enough I wasn't afraid. I was confident in fact, from what I have heard most of rebels who attacked the royal museum were individuals with 4- star to 5-star power and only one 7-star individual was supposed to appear there.
As Professor Llyod Frontera, who was a 8-star mage, will be in charge of students safety during this event, I could safely say that as long as I could stay close to him, I would be very safe.
Then, the only thing that I need to think about is to how I should acquire 'that' weapon.
But let's just rest for now. I have been thinking about so many things from the movent that I was reborn that I found it a necessary to provide so rest to myself.
The cool breeze passing through the window of the infirmary and the peaceful surrounding helped ease my mind. I loosed up my body as I once again collapsed on the bed.
And just as a sense of relaxation began to perate my weary body, a sudden notification chid from the academy's device, jolting back to alertness. The ssage flashed before my eyes,
[You have been challenged to a duel in the Ranking battle!]
It was a notification that inford that I was challenged by soone in the ranking battles.
My heart skipped a beat as I read the words, realizing that soone had dared to challenge in the heat of my recovery.
"Shit! Who the hell is that? Who is so shaless as to challenge an injured opponent?"
My heart skipped a beat as I read the words, realizing that soone had dared to challenge in the heat of my recovery. A surge of frustration mixed with fatigue coursed through my veins, as I questioned the identity of this audacious adversary.
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How could they choose such an inopportune mont, when I could barely summon the strength to even contemplate engaging in combat?
With a muttered curse, I reluctantly tapped on the ssage, hoping to uncover the na of the challenger who had disrupted my much-needed respite. However, what awaited on the screen was far more startling than I could have anticipated.
[ You have been challenged to a duel in a ranking battle!]
[Challenger => Rank 258 - Zephyr]
For a brief mont, I stood frozen, unable to fully comprehend the audacity of this situation.
"F*cking bastard!" I muttered vehently, my voice laced with frustration and anger.
I should have known that he was this kind of bastard!
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After Zephyr and Eren erged from the Exile, a remarkable transformation occurred in their relationship. Zephyr's deanor shifted, and he started exhibiting a newfound friendliness towards Eren.
The catalyst behind this change was Zephyr's first hand witness of Eren's astonishing power during their ti in exile. Initially, Zephyr's motive for bringing Eren to exile was driven by curiosity, with a dark plan to eliminate him once they cleared the Exile's challenges as Zephyr had no intention of sharing the rewards from the exile with anyone. But little did he know that his intentions would be thwarted.
The exile they ventured into happened to be an interdiate-ranked exile, exceeding Zephyr's expectations. Its boss monster proved to be an intimidating force, forcing Zephyr to rely on a necknell provided by his master—a last-resort communication device used to summon aid in dire situations.
This reliance on external assistance was an uncomfortable realization for Zephyr, one that he begrudgingly accepted in order to ensure his survival. It was a humbling experience for soone who prided himself on self-reliance.
Yet, before he resorted to calling for aid, Zephyr witnessed sothing that challenged his preconceived notions. Eren Pendragon, the unassuming young man whom Zephyr initially perceived as average, wielded a power that sent shivers down his spine.
Although Eren wasn't able to kill the boss with that power, Zephyr had realized that the power he displayed was sothing that was beyond humane.
This realization was further solidified by witnessing Eren's recent battle, where the familiar pitch-black energy enveloped his sword. Zephyr couldn't deny it any longer—the power was unmistakably the sa. The puzzle pieces started to co together, leading Zephyr to a resolute conclusion.
"Eren Pendragon is concealing his true power," Zephyr concluded, a mix of awe and determination coloring his voice.
In the past month, Zephyr had observed Eren's rigorous training as they attended Professor Joshua's sessions together. Eren's unwavering commitnt, never skipping a day and pushing through the grueling exercises without complaint, exceeded the capabilities of an ordinary individual.
Zephyr couldn't fathom any other explanation than Eren deliberately hiding his strength, but the reasons behind this clandestine act remained a mystery.
"Even his collapse just now could be a well-executed act," Zephyr pondered, his disbelief evident. The aftermath of Eren's skill—a devastating spectacle that caused craters in the arena—resulted in the suspension of ranking battles for a half-hour.
Zephyr struggled to reconcile the idea that soone capable of such a feat would succumb to exhaustion imdiately after achieving victory. It seed more like an orchestrated performance to him, fueling his curiosity further.
However, Zephyr's primary concern transcended the theatrics of Eren's collapse. His burning desire to gauge Eren's true power consud him. The notion of facing Eren in combat and determining whether Eren surpassed him in strength beca an irresistible temptation.
Even if it ant sacrificing one of his precious three opportunities to engage in ranking battles, Zephyr made up his mind. When the mont arrived to choose three opponents, he boldly selected Eren as his first target, followed by the formidable Babel Von Agnus as his second.
"Ah...! The excitent is already coursing through my veins," Zephyr exclaid, his voice laced with anticipation. Like a battle maniac discovering a captivating new plaything, his enthusiasm was palpable, brimming with the thrill of an impending clash.
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Daily release Chapter~
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