[Ezra Fornum PoV]

‘I guess I have to go now.’

Ezra thought as he let go of Elizabeth’s Hand.

“So it’s time huh?”

She said, knowing what he was about to do.

“Don’t Over Exert yourself.”

“Hah!”

Ezra laughed at her worry, not realizing it would be valid later on.

“I promise to take you on a date next time.”

He said and then wandered around.

‘Should I just ask for one? Or does Behemoth have to get involved?’

He thought as he made his way, and as an agent from behemoth whispered into his ear His target’s location.

He made his way toward the location the agent told him.

‘…so he uses a spear huh and is also adept at controlling mana.’

He remembered the information about his target as he made his way toward him.

And lo and behold, A white-haired young man, leaning against a wall appeared in his sight.

He seemed to be alone for now, And Ezra Approached him, and the crowd in the party made way for him.

“… it’s happening again isn’t it?”

“It appears to be so.”

He heard the crowd’s whispers and paid them no heed.

And He approached Alan Peccator and paused for a while, taking in the beauty of those eyes.

Diamonds.

It was like he wasn’t seeing the eyes of a human, but literal gemstones.

But he soon stopped and directly asked him.

“Alan Peccator, I would like to duel you.”

Direct, with no trickery at all.

Behemoth may have liked to do things differently, but Ezra liked to be direct.

He always liked it to be like this.

And if the person in question didn’t accept.

He would just let Behemoth take the lead from there on.

But Alan’s Reaction was…strange.

An abrupt pause, followed by his eyeballs moving, then his eyes and figure trembling as his mouth moved.

And then, it would happen.

The Duel of the Century.

****

[Richard Thompson PoV]

NO!

NONONO!

Shit…I was busy with Alice that I forgot about Alan!

I hurriedly reached the area and was seconds late as Ezra had already reached Alan.

‘Damn! Where are all my guild members?!’

I thought in my mind, I had positioned some of the elders of my guild around Ezra and Alan just to prevent this.

But where the fuck are they?

“How is your guild doing Richard?”

And then, I heard a voice.

An Old Man wearing all grey and a dignified presence.

Logan Fornum, The Guildmaster of Behemoth.

Someone, at the peak of the S+ rank, and someone on par with the guild master of Titan.

‘…ah..fuck. He’s responsible for all of this.’

“Now Now, Richard, I asked you a question.”

“Fuck off.”

I care not for formality now.

And that wicked smile of his doesn’t deserve it.

“Alan, You don’t have to accept it.”

I put my hand on Alan’s shoulders…trying to convince him to not accept.

Twilight will try its best to handle the pressure.

Don’t accept it…

We can’t lose a talent like you.

But…the moment I saw his eyes.

I instinctively knew it.

He made up his mind.

And felt disgusted with me.

If only I had been more attentive.

More observant.

If only I had been earlier.

I may have been able to convince him.

…

…

…

Now I have to watch another fall.

***

[Logan Fornum PoV]

As I watched the guild master of Twilight try to convince that boy.

I laughed inside.

Those eyes, do not falter.

I have seen many in my lifetime.

Arken Miller.

Hiroto Mitsuki.

Oliver Olsfer.

Harrison Soubuelle.

Lee Jonghyuk.

Jinsei Hana.

Kim Sungwoo.

Jonathan Reinhardt.

John Wellington.

And the guild master of Titan, Daniel Parker.

So many heroes, and bastards.

Had those goddamn eyes.

And how I wished for those eyes, for those unshaken eyes to disappear.

To just fall.

And thanks to Ezra, I had seen them fall.

And have grown addicted to it.

So…my dear God of war.

Destroy him.

Destroy Alan Peccator.

Let me see the wonderful sight.

The death of another Star.

***

[Oliver Olsfer POV]

So it’s happening.

…sigh.

I focused my attention on the screen in front of me, and so did Arken.

Elena would be sad.

I think that’s why she took him under her wing.

To at least give him some firm comfort when he eventually loses.

I can only pray.

This loss doesn’t cripple him, as it has done to all the others.

“What are you sulking about?”

Arken spoke, and I stayed silent.

“sigh…”

He sighed and then spoke again.

“I don’t know about this Ezra or whoever the fuck he is, or that copying talent of his, but aren’t you all underestimating my student too much?

huh?”

“Even if Alan does lose, I’ll just train him more.”

Arken babbled whilst drinking more wine.

Oh, my dear friend.

If only you knew.

Alan Peccator is losing this fight.

***

[Arken’s PoV]

I don’t understand Oliver’s Worry.

Why does he think like that?

Have the years I have been gone made people forget about me?

It is unknown that he is my student, but I’ve trained him

He can lose, it’s perfectly fine to lose.

But fall into depression after losing?

How many has Oliver Seen fallen like that to be so sure?

I don’t understand.

But if my won student does fall.

I’ll be sure to beat the hell out of him to make him rise again.

***

[Elena Frost PoV]

So it is happening.

The fight between my student and Ezra fornum.

I still remember the day I lost.

So vividly.

Thank God Master Oliver was there for me.

But…my student wont be as pathetic as me.

He has a good chance of winning if Ezra restrains his rank to be the same.

A very good chance.

So win Alan Peccator.

But…even if you still lose.

Do not worry.

Just like Master Oliver was there for me, I will do the same for you.

And besides, during the time I spent training you.

I have come to be sure of one thing.

You have your own trump cards, your own special talent.

And you are not the type to go down without a fight.

Fight, I pray for your victory.

***

[Elijah Ardor’s PoV]

“… he’s going to accept.”

I heard Henry’s…somewhat broken voice.

“..Shit!Even when I warned him! Why must he accept it and lose?”

“Well, he doesn’t have much of a chance to win?”

Henry and Serena’s comments confused Elijah.

Elaine also chipped in.

“So does that make it the 55th?”

The 55th talent was ruined by Ezra.

I remained quiet, still confused, While Sabrina’s eyes states glued to the scene of Ezra and Alan standing in front of each other.

“I don’t necessarily think he will fall without a proper fight.”

She spoke finally, whilst I remained quiet.

Just who is Ezra Fornum?

Who is he that everybody is so confident in his win?

“Your bodyguard isn’t winning.”

“He’s gonna lose.”

“Damn It! Why did he accept even when I warned him not to?!”

Serena and Elaine voiced out, while Henry was stuck in his world.

I was about to say something but then…

[Supreme Dragon Of Fire Agri laughs boisterously]

[Supreme Dragon of Fire laughed at the very thought of ‘him’ losing]

[HHAHAHAHAHAHAH!]

…Agri has lost it.

[Supreme Dragon of Fire Agri says that he is quite sane…for now.]

…

…

…

“Come on, let’s just cheer him on.”

I said to the group.

Serena, Elaine, and Henry are so sure of his loss.

While Sabrina’s Silence doesn’t give me a clue of what she’s thinking.

But Agri…seems so adamant that he won’t lose.

Do I trust my friend’s judgment?

It is the Judgement of the Supreme Dragon of Fire, Agri’s?

I don’t know.

I’ll just watch I guess.

[Supreme Dragon of Fire Agri advises you to watch closely.]

****

[Supreme Dragon Of Agri’s PoV]

Lose?

Him?!

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA.

SUCH A FUCKING LUDICROUS STATEMENT.

Him?!The Dragon of Oblivion Lose?!

Such a fucking hilarious thought.

My laughter shook my world, my people looking towards my figure seated upon this volcano of mine.

But I could not stop laughing.

It’s so funny.

The dragon or Oblivion and Extinction.

The very being that brought the downfall of us Might Dragons.

The one that made the ancient, the primordial, the supreme dragons fall to their knees.

The one that crushed the empire of the godbeasts.

The one that eliminated those so-called Gods.

The one that destroyed the entirety of Celestia.

The one that ravaged the Holy City Of Celestia, Babylon.

The one that brought ruin to the capital of Dragons as well.

That same being…lose?

To some fucking copycat?

How ludicrous.

Even if he isn’t as strong yet, he won’t go down for a fight.

Even if you are my enemy, show then our might.

The might of the dragons…no.

Your might.

Your Strength.

Your Power.

The power, strength, and Might of the being that threatened the survival of this Universe.

Show them.

Oh Aranus, Draco Oblivionis Et Extinctionis.

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