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The moment of his triumph, the thousands of cheers bursting from the countless seats, his opponent’s body lying on the ground slowly dying from blood loss, while he was showered in glory.

Zaroth had never really cared about the public opinion or how the normal people perceived him.

But in that brief moment that didn’t last more than a few seconds, he felt like he was on top of the whole world.

Who could have imagined that he would reach this kind of popularity? Him, a street kid that had spent more than a decade looking after his cursed mother.

He knew that he was fortunate to be in this position, many would even kill to be in his position.

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And yet… he felt it deep in his heart, deep in his soul. He wanted more, he desired so much more.

And he would take it, as his greed knew no bounds.

His dream was interrupted as a feeling of unpleasant scent hit his nostrils. Zaroth grunted and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was that he was in a white room.

"You alive?" Hearing a familiar voice, he shifted his gaze to it.

A white robe with a red cross, a cigarette in hand and heavy bags under her eyes, most likely due to overwork.

It had been some time since he had seen Sylvia.

"More or less," Zaroth answered with a hint of sarcasm, trying to sit only to fail as his muscles were too much in pain.

With a sigh, Sylvia walked over to a counter and picked up a paper, putting out her cigarette as she began to read.

"Frostbite and simultaneous third-degree burns, paralysis poison in your system, a heavy wound to your abdomen damaging your liver and stomach, and significant blood loss."

After she finished reading the report, her gaze returned to Zaroth.

"It’s actually impressive how many times you’ve been on the brink of death, only to survive by sheer luck," she said.

At her words, he could only grin. "Well, I do seem to have a knack for evading death."

Sylvia’s eyes darkened even more. "Do not push your luck, boy. If you do not treasure your life, only death will await you," she advised.

It didn’t feel like a smart idea to retort to the doctor that had just saved his life, so he simply nodded.

"How long have I been out for?" he asked, the first thing that came to mind.

"About a day," she replied as she began to head out.

Had she waited all this time for him to wake up, or had she come here to have a quick cigarette break and he just happened to wake up by coincidence?

"I advise you to spend the day resting. You don’t want to push yourself too hard."

Raising an eyebrow, Zaroth asked, "But what am I supposed to do?"

It was a weird question, but he had the tendency to get bored very easily. As such, he often found himself doing something, even if it was pointless, because standing in one spot for too long made him feel unproductive.

Sylvia scoffed at his words. "I don’t know, invite a friend or something? I’m a doctor, don’t ask me about things that don’t concern your health."

Her words were harsh, but he couldn’t retort as he didn’t have the energy for it.

With that, Sylvia left the room, leaving him alone.

A silence fell onto the empty room, which irritated him a little.

’How can I spend a day sleeping only to wake up so damn tired?!’ he complained.

’This is what happens when you exert yourself,’ Luna replied back.

’This may be true…’ he had to admit.

But even so, thanks to the fight, he now knew what he was missing, primarily two things,

First, it would be good if he had some kind of beast that was able to produce poison, this could prove valuable beyond belief.

The second thing he needed was a strong beast, not talking about tiers, but strong as its primary strength was pure power.

This was also something that he understood he needed after the fight in the tenth round.

Funny enough, it seemed that both of the things he needed were beasts, meaning he knew where he was headed next after recovering.

It was time for him to go again to that beast arena and begin his search for other suitable beasts.

After all, during his fight with Aiden, he had proved that he was able to command all his beasts relatively well, so adding one or two more wasn’t going to hinder him or his mana core in the slightest.

The money he would need would be earned by betting, after all, his beasts wouldn’t die, meaning he would already know the outcomes of the matches.

’Great and all, but before anything else, you need to rest,’ Luna advised.

’I hate it when you are right.’ Zaroth complained.

Now that he didn’t have much to do other than wait, he opened the group chat, where they had also included Midnight not too long ago, and began chatting with his friends.

It seemed that all of them had passed their matches as well, meaning all of them had advanced to the eleventh round.

Now that he had invited them to the room he was staying in, all he could do was wait for them to arrive.

The first one to show up was Midnight.

As soon as she entered the room, her gaze fell on his body, and a second later, she smiled as she spoke.

"You don’t look so well."

Zaroth was about to retort, but guessing in time that she was most likely just trying to tease him, he didn’t lose control over his emotions.

"Yeah, I have lost too much blood," he simply replied.

Seeing that her teasing wasn’t going to get to him, Midnight sighed as she approached him. Putting one of her hands behind his head, she helped him get into a sitting position.

’You look like a princess in distress,’ Luna teased, echoing in his mind.

Zaroth, in return, coughed awkwardly as he asked Midnight, "So I assume that you watched the fight live, right? How did I do?"

Studying his expression for a few seconds, she took some time to answer.

"Yeah, I saw it. It was probably the ugliest one of them all."

Zaroth didn’t know if he should be happy or sad at her words.

Seeing the confusion on his face, she added, "Which is good. This is how a real fight should look like, a struggle to survive… you made a strong impression, I suspect you may become famous."

"Famous..." Zaroth muttered her words under his breath, it was a weird thought—him being famous.

But he didn’t have much time to ponder the issue, as the door opened again, and Roran entered alongside Lily.

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Zack came a few minutes later.

Zaroth didn’t have the opportunity to walk around, so they spent the day mostly chatting, trying to pass the time, as he recovered.

Once the next day arrived and he felt better, he immediately went to the beast arena.

It was time to bet!

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