Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Last Battle
"Quinn... do you think you can defeat that..." Lyra said, trailing off as Quinn immediately understood what she meant.
"I don’t know for sure... but let’s hope that the first Nekoball will show up..." Quinn wanted to target that specific one so badly. It was always best to fight a weaker opponent first and that ball got his skin for the very first moment after arriving here...so he really needs to pay that Nekoball tenfold of even higher stacks!
He is not some saint who would just let the shitty matters that happened in the past, a proper payment and payback for the debt to be paid.
"Let’s just hope..." Alice was missing her usual playful laugh; this matter was definitely a do-or-die situation for them.
Either it’s a success or it’s an ultimate failure, though... he doesn’t have any plan of failing even a little.
Quinn wanted to make his move right after this battle. He had already accumulated all the possible stats he could gain, and he had everything completely ready. Delaying it for even a few days wouldn’t help him. In fact, if he didn’t act now, the chance of finding that specific Nekoball again might become impossible.
Step... step... step.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the darkness. The Nekoball had arrived, and it was time.
"Hmm..." The Nekoball looked down at Quinn, scrutinizing his body as if inspecting a rare specimen.
Then, it smiled, revealing rows of teeth so dreadful that Quinn was forced to gulp hard.
’Did this Nekoball notice my current strength?..’ He thought, his mind racing at top speed while maintaining eye contact with the creature...he is done bowing and it will not happen now or even in the future.
"Heh... I don’t care how much stronger you get. Just entertain the crowd, rat..." It spoke with a hint of recognition in its tone, but that was the extent of its interest. It didn’t give a single damn about his rapid growth;
Nekoballs were basically the caretakers of the Quarters, making them fully functional
pacifists.
Pacifists, if the slaves would gave them a satisfactory performance and gladly followed the rules...yeah definitely one.
"Let’s go..." It started moving, and the three of them followed closely behind. Thankfully, the Nekoball wasn’t feeling petty, saving Quinn from any unnecessary trouble.
’Hehe... let’s see if you still keep that mocking smile of yours later,’ Quinn thought, knowing the final nail in the coffin was about to be driven home. Luckily, this wasn’t the Great Nekoball...and it’s the Nekoball he first saw.
.....
Whoahh!!!! Whoahhh!!!! Whoahhh!!!!
The deafening chants of countless silhouettes could be heard even though they were still far away from the humongous arena doors.
’They’re really pumped up, huh...’ He felt his guts churn and twist at the sound of the overwhelming noise. He was thoroughly sick of those chants.
Quinn simply closed off his senses, refusing to listen to the endless shouting. Those spectating entities truly enjoyed watching them suffer... they didn’t know how much agony the slaves actually went through, nor had they ever cared from the very beginning.
The Nekoball didn’t say a word, merely giving him a sharp signal to enter the colosseum.
"ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE OUR FIGHTER FOR TODAY!!! THE RAT WHO SURVIVED THE ONSLAUGHT AND GAINED THE TITLE ’THE ONE’! THE RAT WHO KILLED THE DRAKE!" The host paused for a brief moment, inhaling with everything he had in his lungs, before screaming:
"DEFIER!!!!"
The full force of his voice burst through the speakers, and the endless chanting of the silhouettes above became so loud it would have shattered the eardrums of any lower-tier being.
"DEFIER!!! DEFIER!!! DEFIER!!!"
"KILL!! KILL!! KILL!!!"
"GLORY!!! GLORY!!! GLORY!!!"
Quinn looked up, remembering his very first entry into this colosseum. He needed to play his role, which meant giving them his signature greeting!
He raised both arms and flipped a double middle finger to all the pieces of shit watching from above. Who among them would even understand that gesture? It was a sign that only existed back on Earth!
As if thoroughly satisfied to receive any reaction from him, the crowd went wild and chanted even more fiercely. They didn’t even call him "the rat" anymore; they genuinely recognized him as an elite combatant who could satisfy their hunger for absolute carnage!
His previous battle was still vivid in their minds: the rat who rose to the top after defeating the giant sand worm; the rat who defied the logic of a Tier 1 by slaughtering a Tier 3 in an onslaught of dozens of Elites; and lastly, the rat who killed a drake like it was nothing... the true Defier.
"ON THE OTHER SIDE! I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHY THIS RACE HAS TO FACE THE DEFIER, BUT I HOPE HE PUTS UP A PROPER FIGHT! LET’S WELCOME... AN ONSLAUGHT FROM THE BEHEMOTH RACE!!!" The host’s saliva splashed against the microphone he was holding. His passionate, roaring voice was hard to miss, desperate to give his absolute best to entertain the crowd.
"ONSLAUGHT!!! ONSLAUGHT! ONSLAUGHT!!!"
The chants for Quinn suddenly ceased as the loud echoes of war horns blasted into the sky, welcoming the massive behemoth entering the colosseum.
HUMMMM!!! HUMMMM!!!!
The blood-red sands trembled beneath each heavy step of the Behemoth. Standing nearly fifty meters in height, it moved with the sheer weight of a walking fortress, thick layers of muscle straining violently against the remains of torn clothing hanging from its colossal frame.
Dark, coarse hair covered most of its body, matted heavily with dust and dried blood. Rusted gauntlets encased its massive hands, the iron warped and cracked from years of brutal use.
Its head was buried beneath tangled strands thick enough to resemble messy moss, obscuring nearly all of its facial features.
Only its eyes remained visible. They did not burn with the madness of a beast, nor did they carry the emptiness of a mindless puppet... Each movement it made felt controlled, as though the creature understood exactly what stood before it.
