His tone seemed to take on an air of mystery, and Elanev's eyebrows went as far up as they could on his forehead when the truth was finally revealed to him.
"Angaria knows what is ing, or at least, it can sense it. I cannot give you the details, because I don't know them myself, but you should understand that all beings have sentience, more or less. Even a plant would strive to move toward sunlight in order to grow. Angaria is doing the same. It can sense that a great danger is approaching it, so it is doing everything it can to brace itself, and find a way to avoid that danger. The other 4 coincidences, excluding the one about your friend, can be explained with that. But him…I don't know, my gut tells me that there's something more to him. A Fighter should never ignore his gut. Meh, whatever it is, it doesn't matter to you. What is it, boy? Is your gut telling you something? Maybe you've learned something unconsciously after interacting with the great Senior Fists of Justice for so long?"
The latter part of the old man's statement was due to the fact that Elanev had put a hand on his stomach with a very serious expression on his face.
However, the next moment, a loud growling sound was heard in the room, which was acpanied by Elanev saying, "Nope, just hungry."
….
The next day, the stadium that was located to the west of the Sect of Hedon was pletely packed to the brim with sect members who were waiting for a great show.
Today, that upstart, Travis ??clair, was finally going to be challenged and beaten into a bloody paste.
Jealousy was a vice that all creation suffered from in general, but it seemed to be all the more present in the Sect of Hedon, especially in this case where an Amateur Warrior had taken a position that only an Exalted Warrior was supposed to have.
For an entire month, Exalted Warriors had had to control their anger, while Amateur Warriors had had to control their angst at seeing one of their own getting something none of them could ever hope to achieve.
So, today, both sides were cheering for the lucky one who would be challenging that upstart and finally putting him back in his place.
If there were multiple challengers for a post, the rules stated that a random draw would be used to select the one who would fight.
Meanwhile, in the waiting room meant for the one being challenged, Daneel was sitting on a chair with his legs placed on another chair that he had pulled up.
His hands were behind his head, and he was whistling a merry tune while deciding about exactly what he was going to do to instigate the Mad Doctor.
Hearing a knock on the door, he wondered who was brave enough to e to meet him.
After all, if someone was seen entering his room before the fight, they would automatically be associated with him and they would have to share the hate.
Opening the door, he was very surprised to see 4 people wearing thick black clothes that pletely covered their face, leaving only a small slit for the eyes.
"Travis! It's us!"
Hearing the fatty's familiar voice, Daneel raised one eyebrow and let them in.
After entering, all of them stumbled twice due to not being able to see much through their disguises.
Finally removing the cloths, the 4 members of the Shameless Sect took deep breaths, because they hadn't been able to breathe much due to how tightly they had tied those things around their faces.
After finally regaining his breath, the fatty spoke first.
"Travis, we're here to-"
"Encourage me? That's really nice of you all! Don't worry, I'll be fine!"
Daneel was in a good mood because of the fact that he had obtained a trusty Ancient Dragon who would be an immense help in everything he was going to do, so he said this after interrupting the fatty.
However, hearing what he said, the 4 looked at each other with sheepish expressions before the fatty spoke, making Daneel's smile freeze.
"Um…not really. We came to pay our last respects to the Lord of Shamelessness. Boys, let's do it."
As Daneel watched on with chagrin, the 4 joined their hands together, closed their eyes, and chanted a pre-planned chant.
"May the heavens have mercy on the soul of our dear friend, Travis ??clair. Even after his demise, we will always remember him for the epic shamelessness he was capable of. May he rest in peace!"
Daneel honestly didn't know how to respond. He must be the first man who had had to hear a chant that assumed that he was dead while he was standing right in front of them.
He thought they were done, but when a sly expression appeared on the fatty's face, he realized that he was wrong.
"So…we know you must be crying under that fa??ade. It's all right! We, your brothers, will never forget you! See, were so thoughtful! So…we were wondering where you stash your Ker Gems?"
Wow.
These 4 really did live up to the sect they had made for themselves.
Daneel had heard a lot of implausible requests, but this one definitely had to take the cake.
Seeing the expression of rage that had begun to e on his friend's face, the fatty gulped before saying in a high-pitched tone, "Only if you die, of course! If you die, they shouldn't go to waste right? I mean, you're an Amateur Warrior going up against an Exalted Warrior who wants to kill you!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With 4 kicks, 4 people flew out of the room before the door banged shut behind them.
The tall one among them grumbled before saying, "I told you it wouldn't work!
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