My Vampire System

by S.H.A aifu

The human Race is at war with the Vicious Dalki and when they needed help more than ever, THEY started to come forward. Humans who had hidden in the shadows for hundreds of years, people with abilities. Some chose to share their knowledge to the rest of the world in hopes of winning the war, while others kept their abilities to themselves. Quinn had lost everything to the war.

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Chapter 289 A Change...

The drop of blood was already on Quinn's finger, but after seeing the message, he hesitated to consume it. It had only been a little after 24 hours, and his HP would now start to decrease if he didn't drink any more blood.

'Is this what Fex was talking about? Have I already started to become an addict?' Quinn thought.

He started to wonder if he continued to go down this path, how sooner would he need blood later? Will it get to the point where blood would need to be consumed every hour. In a way, he was lucky that he had caught it now.

It was only because of Fex's message he had decided to be even pickier with his victims. He was trying to select an O blood group person who also met the condition of being a student and alone.

This caused him to select someone a little later than usual. If he had taken the blood at his regular time, he would have never received the message and would have continued onward until the tournament.

He started to stare at the blood seeping from the cut on the student's arm, trying to think if there was any way for him to get around this problem.

Storing blood was a challenging task even if he wanted to keep it for later. It was why he was so thankful for the blood bank. Unfortunately, the blood bank worked in a way where he would have to over consume on blood.

Only when his HP was full would blood from the victim would go into his blood bank. Which meant he would have to consume the blood in the first place, which wouldn't help him at all.

"Go back to your dorm room and forget about everything that happened tonight," Quinn said quickly in an annoyed voice.

He decided not to consume the blood. Right now, a day or two wouldn't be a problem, but if he continued down this path and something happened like before where he was separated from the others, it would be disastrous.

He didn't know how much time would shorten every time he consumed blood, but it was a risk he wasn't willing to take.

With his head looking down to the floor, Quinn clenched his fist tightly. "Peter, I'm sorry, but I won't be able to save you this time. I'm not strong enough, not yet…"

Seeing Quinn's actions had put a smile on Fex's face. Many vampires didn't heed this warning and continued to consume blood. Eventually, the Punishers needed to step in and deal with the problem.

Thinking about that particular group of vampires, better known as Punishers started to give Fex a tingling feeling. He had never seen a Punisher himself but had heard the dreaded stories about them.

Instead of consuming blood from his blood bank or relying on Layla for blood. Quinn decided to allow his HP to continue to decrease every hour, hoping to build up his resistance.

It wasn't very pleasant for him as he wished he would have known about this sooner. Right now, he had 95 points of HP. Which meant it would take 95 hours before his HP would reach near to 0. When he was a lower-level building up a resistance wouldn't have been much of a problem.

Over the next two days, Quinn no longer did his night time task. He still had hope, since the soldiers still hadn't done anything drastic to Peter. It didn't even seem like they were torturing him.

This was all because Quinn could still feel connected with Peter, but he didn't seem to be in pain or distress.

After hours of searching, Logan could find near to no information about the dungeons underneath the military bases. Not only at their military base but even the others. In truth, this scared Logan from trying to help Peter even more.

He was the type of person who did everything with a plan in his head. Every action had a chance for an outcome. With no information, he felt like a blind man walking through a maze.

He continued to search, hoping to crack something; however, they had run out of time. It was now time for the Inter Military Base Tournament.

Each class first appeared in their homerooms, making sure they had everything they needed. Inside of Quinn's backpack was the flash that had been given by Fex. He had tried to return it, but Fex refused.

Inside the flask was Layla's blood with a single drop of blood from the O blood type. Although he wasn't able to consume the blood that day, he had placed some of it in the flask.

[40/95 HP] His HP continued to decrease, and once it was low enough, Quinn would be able to drink it and gain the Stat Point.

The flask held 200 milliliters of blood, the same amount as his level 2 blood bank. Giving him a total of 400 milliliters of blood to regenerate from. However, there was no need for it for the event since he wouldn't be taking part. It was always best to be careful, just in case.

After all the students had finished packing their belongings, they followed their homeroom teacher outside in front of the school gates.

All of the students were lined up in a single file with their homeroom teacher out at the front. On the right side of the front entrance were the first-year students, and in front of them was General Nathan.

On the left side, in front of the gate, were all of the second-year students, and in front of them was General Duke. By both of the General's side were the Sergeants.

Standing in the center of the two groups was General Mike, who would lead the students during this event. He had an ultimate say. Paul, the Head General, would stay behind, just like the other Head Generals.

They were to remain at the base with the other soldiers. If an attack was to occur for whatever reason, military personnel were needed; it was essential to leave somebody in charge and someone strong enough to defend the base.

"Alright!" Mike yelled in a loud booming voice. Somehow his voice was loud enough to carry outside and be heard from the very last of the crowd. "Your teachers will now be calling out the following students who will be participating in the events. Please come up to the front once your name has been called

"Everyone else, remember you are to support these people. Cheer at the top of your lungs!" Mike shouted, banging his chest.

There was silence among the students.

"I said cheer!" Mike yelled again, and the students responded, shouting back.

First, all of the second-year students who were participating in events were called up. There were a lot of events to go through since the event was similar to the old Olympics. There were even some that banned on the use of abilities.

After all the students for the regular events were called up, students for the three primary events were called up. A single student from each homeroom group would be selected for the main events. In front of them, ten second-year students were to participate in the fighting tournament.

Quinn was around the middle of his line; still, his eyesight was great, and he was able to see that every single one of the students selected was Level 8. The ability system only went up to level 8. There was a good chance some of the students who stood up there had abilities that went beyond their grades.

Now that all the second-year students had finished being called out, it was time for the first-year students. Three students from each class were selected for the three events and walked up to the front.

Finally, it was time for Del's class.

He started by calling up the students for the crafting event and then moved on to the others.

"For the Ranged event, Layla Munrow."

She walked slowly to the front but was prepared; when walking past, she made sure to keep her head down, avoiding eye contact with those in her class. However, this didn't stop her from hearing the cruel remarks.

"How much do you want to bet on her elimination in the first round?" A student said.

"First round, I think she'll forfeit before it even starts."

"It should be me up there."

"I think I would do a better job, and I don't even use a ranged weapon."

Just then, a voice came, "Layla, do your best."

She looked up to see who had said those words; to her surprise, they came from Vorden. She smiled at him before hurrying it up to the front.

"And finally, for the fighting tournament…"

Vorden, who was near the front of the line had already started moving before hearing his name being called out, but after a few steps, he suddenly froze, hearing Del's last words.

"Student... Peter Chuck."

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Chapter 290 To base one

When he called out Peter's name, everyone who belonged to Del's class started to look at each other in confusion, while Quinn and his friends just stood there stunned. Due to Peter's shocking incidents, many knew who he was, especially after he was suspected of working with Pure.

However, the other classes were unaware of why Del's class were gossiping and making an uproar.

"Is that the same Peter as before?" A student said.

"I thought he was a member of Pure?"

"Maybe he wasn't, and they just found him?"

The speculation surrounding Peter grew as to why he hadn't appeared. If he was there in front of them, it meant the military must have cleared him as innocent. Still, after the students stopped wondering why Peter was there, a bigger question popped in their mind.

'Why did he get selected as a replacement for Vorden in the fighting tournament?'

Peter was well known for being a level 1 weak earth user for most of his school days. It was only later on that he had improved and managed to get himself up to level four.

The students weren't the only ones questioning their motive, though; so were Quinn and the others.

Out of thin air, a light circle started to light up at the front, next to where the other students stood. A few moments later, the light had dissipated, and in its place stood a soldier, and in front of him was Peter.

When seeing Peter in front of their eyes, their hearts and minds started to settle slightly. Everyone there felt a little guilty for deciding not to rescue Peter. Seeing him up on the stage without a single scratch on his body allowed their minds to be at ease.

'It looks like the connections were right after all?' Quinn thought. 'They haven't been hurting him in the dungeon, but why have him participate in the tournament? It makes no sense.'

However, Logan, who had been busy coming up with multiple outcomes, had thought about this possibility as well. It was just one of the lower chanced ones.

At this point, the military most likely already considered Peter as a member of Pure. Not only had a video been made confirming this detail, but the fact that he reinfiltrated using a transformation skill was like a double confirmation in their eyes.

The only reason why they would want Peter to be in this fight was if they thought Pure was watching. If they cared about Peter that much to save him from the clutches of Truedream, then perhaps they would do the same again at the Inter Base Tournament.

The problem was, it wasn't Pure who had saved him last time. They didn't care about Peter at all. What this also meant was Peter wasn't out of the woods yet. The fighting tournament would be the stage to show all of the Pure members what they were doing to their colleagues.

After all the participants were called out, the contenders were all shipped off together and headed out first. Following General Mike, Layla decided to stay close to Peter. She didn't know any of the others and wanted to learn more about what was in the dungeon.

This was because part of her mission at the military base was to find out information about the dungeon.

"Hey, Peter, are you alright?" Layla whispered.

Before Peter could even answer, one of the soldiers escorting the group by their side got in between the two of them.

"No one is permitted to talk to student Peter Chuck until after the event." the soldier said.

Layla backed down, and the other students found it strange that Peter was receiving special attention, but they didn't think much of it. They were far too focused and excited about their own upcoming events.

The rest of the students followed the two Generals, Nathan and Duke. They carried on walking and took a path around the main central plaza area. It was where most of the non-military personnel and soldiers who were on break would be resting and enjoying their time.

Eventually, they were led to a place they hadn't seen in a long time. It was the training ground. It was a place mainly used for soldiers to practice battle with their mechs or test new equipment, but today it was empty.

A massive orange wasteland with barely any signs of life, apart from a few large craters here and there made from who knows what.

Towards the side of the field were several large handlers. Usually, these would be used to store such equipment—the students were then led over to the hangar. When inside, it was different from what they had imagined, it looked like the whole place was empty.

There weren't any mechs, not a single storage box or anything.

"They must have cleaned this place out recently?" Logan said.

"What made you say that?" Fex replied.

Logan and Fex were part of the same class, but they didn't speak much together when Quinn wasn't around. Perhaps due to their first meeting not being a pleasant one. Not everyone enjoyed being blasted to the other side of the room.

Fex had only joined Quinn 's team before due to Erin and Peter leaving, and Logan was never in their class, to begin with. Since this wasn't a portal outing, there were no such teams, and students had to stay with their classmates.

"You see all that rubble. If it were like this from the beginning, the dust would have settled. There are also several markings and patches suggesting that things have been moved out of here recently." Logan explained.

"Oh well, not like it means much. I thought we were going to head over to military base One, what the hell are we doing here?" Fex asked.

"Attention!" Mike shouted, and the students stopped and saluted. The next few words he spoke after were short and sweet. "Good night!"

In an instant, he had placed a mask over his face, and at the same time, the soldiers, including the sergeants and staff, all did the same. Gas instantly started filling the room. Some of the students began to panic while few remained calm.

"Of course, this would happen," Logan said. "They gassed us on our ride here, and now that we're moving to another base, don't you think they'll do the sa...sa.. same." Logan gently let out before his eyes closed and fell to the floor.

The students around started to collapse one by one.

[Your body is being affected by a strange substance.]

[Resistance 1]

[Resistance 1]

[You are now immune to the substance]

Quinn had received the same messages which appeared when he was traveling to the school by bus, only this time, it had stated he now had an immunity against it. When looking around, he could see all of the students nearly collapsed by now, with a few struggling to fight against it.

One of those was Fex, but even he was eventually affected and fell on the floor. Unlike Quinn, it was his first time being subject to the gas.

Not wanting to seem suspicious, Quinn too decided to sway his body slightly while letting his limbs go floppy after faking a fall to the ground.

Once all the students had been put to sleep, the hangar doors were opened, allowing the gas to be let out. After the soldiers got to work, placing a black bag over each of the student's heads.

After what had happened with Peter, the military was taking extra precautions. There was a chance a student could be woken up or even have an ability that counteracted the smoke.

While Quinn was being bagged, he tried his hardest to pretend to be asleep; it seemed to work as after the bagging, the soldier went on to the next student. It was impossible to see, but he could still hear everything that was going on outside.

The sound of something large and heavy was heard, followed by several men grunting. He could then hear the squeakiness of wheels. A big clunk was heard and what followed after was a sort of humming sound, like an electric current passing through something.

'I've heard this sound before, but where?' Quinn thought. He tried to pinpoint the sound, but his mind was working against him. It was nearly impossible to shift through his memories until he figured out where he had heard this sound before.

"Start shifting the students in through the portal one by one." A soldier said.

The words were spoken from far away, and maybe others wouldn't be able to hear it, but Quinn could. He finally figured out why the sound was so recognizable because it was the sound of a teleporter.

'Wait, why do we need to go through a teleporter?' Quinn thought. 'Wasn't the military basis on Earth?'

After finding this information out, he felt like there were two possibilities, either the bases weren't located on earth. Or the event itself was on a different planet altogether.

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Chapter 291 Finding Bloodevolver

Right now, Quinn would do anything to rip the black sack off his head, and the problem was he really could do it. He was a hundred percent conscious of what was happening around him. The main reason for this was to see the color of the portal.

If it were a white portal, it would indicate they were traveling somewhere on earth. If it were a colored portal, he would know they were going to a different planet. Military base One was different from the other military bases.

It was where the current government would reside, hiding behind the most skilled personnel. It was also where the leaders would gather and was the only base that didn't have a school campus.

The place and locations of all military bases were kept secret to the students during their time at the academy. This was to stop information from being leaked outside. This included the smaller factions on the outside world that didn't quite agree with the military's doing.

This is why Quinn thought it would make sense for the main military base to perhaps not to be situated on earth. However, he wasn't able to find out, or at least, not today. Because before he could think of any way, his body was lifted and chucked into the portal to the destination on the other side.

Over at one of the other military bases, a school was also getting prepared to send all their students to military base One. Nate was at his desk, sitting down, staring blankly at the pieces of paper lying in front of him, while the other students were busy packing away their things and getting ready for the Tournament.

"You are still looking at that thing!?" Sam said in shock as he came over and placed his bag on the desk and sat nearby Nate. "We are going to depart any second now, and you still haven't even packed your things. Get up already!"

"I know, I know," Nate replied, "But I think I might have found the person we were looking for."

"You mean the Blood Evolver? I'm not saying he isn't in the Tournament, but I do doubt your slow brain, which is good only at fighting, was able to figure out something like that. Go on then, tell me how did you reach your conclusion?"

Nate then lifted the sheet of paper that he had been staring at all this time. The paper showed a long list that contained all the names of students who would be taking part in the Inter Base Tournament.

Seeing the paper's contents, Sam's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly moved his hands to put the papers down on the desk, grabbed his bag, and placed it over the list of names. "Are you damn crazy?" Sam whispered, "How did you even get the list of names of all the participants."

"It seems like fate wanted me to find them, Sam. When I came into the classroom yesterday night, it was on the teacher's desk. Somebody must have misplaced it."

Slapping his hand against his forehead, Sam was starting to wonder how Nate had ever made it this far in life. Although, this side of him was why the two of them were good friends and got along in the first place.

"That doesn't mean you can just take it for yourself. Oh well, too late now, as long as we return it, it should be okay and may save us from all the trouble we are going to face," said Sam.

"Anyway, after finding the list of names, I started to do some research. I contacted students from the other schools inquiring about each of the participants in the fighting tournament. The main thing I was looking for was a student that fought with gauntlets.

"Afterall, there aren't many students who chose to do battle with such a close-ranged weapon. Not only that but based on the information we have, we know he is a first-year student. This narrows down our suspects even more. After asking around, it seems like there is only one student who fits the bill. He goes by the name of Larry Star. This person is our Blood Evolver. He has to be. No… I'm sure of it, I can feel it in my gut."

At the start of the explanation, Sam was actually onboard and was starting to be impressed. Was this really the same Nate he had grown up with? However, hearing those last words caused Sam to take a step back a bit. Whenever Nate had a gut feeling about something, it was always a hundred percent wrong. He decided to shrug his shoulders and let Nate go on with his wild thoughts. It wasn't hurting anyone this time, so there was no harm done.

"Okay, but what about the Zombie? You were interested in him as well, right?" Sam asked.

"About that one, I have no idea; we might not even see him since the nature of his ability is only to heal. I agree that He was strong in combat, but on a tournament scale while not in the game. The fights might not work out the same way."

Sam decided to move his bag off the list of names. He then decided to grab the pieces of paper and return it to the teacher's desk before she could enter the classroom. While placing it at the front, Sam couldn't help himself and take a peek at all the names on the list.

These names would be of the people who would, in the future, control the world. What Sam also noticed was by each of the names was a little number in brackets. When looking at Nate's name, the number six could be seen.

Judging by this, he could easily assume that all the numbers indicated all the students' ability levels participating in the fighting event.

"You've always been the underdog in these types of situations, but I know you'll prove everyone wrong." Looking at the names, one could see that Nate was one of the lowest levels in the fighting tournament. Especially when looking at all the second year students.

Nearly every student that was participating was either a level 7 or 8 in terms of ability level. Nate was the exception in this challenge. Using his high fighting skills, he would be able to overcome the difference in the strength of abilities. There was also a second reason why Nate could compete on an even level with the higher ability levels; it was because of his soul weapon.

Although abilities could be the same, soul weapons were often not. Even if two students had the same earth ability level, their soul weapons would be completely different. One could come in the shape of a hammer, while the other may be a shield.

Some soul weapons weren't even objects themselves but were seen as an evolution of their abilities. With how different soul weapons were between each person, they would sometimes make a massive difference in power. In this case, Nate's soul weapon would increase his power to the point that it will allow him to fight them on an equal level.

This was why Nate was respected by the higher-level students and looked up to by the low levels as well for overcoming that gap.

When looking through the names, something had caught his eye, he was sure that Nate would be the lowest level there, even out of the first years, but it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

'What? They can't be serious! Am I seeing things correctly?' Sam brought his head closer to the sheet of paper to have a closer look, but he wasn't mistaken at all. 'One of the first years, they have a level one on her!. What were they thinking? Are they trying to get him killed? It has to be a typo, right?'

When inspecting the names closer, Sam also noticed that there were lines between all the participant's names in the fighting tournament. He wasn't quite sure what this meant, but if he was to take a good guess. It would be who their opponents were in the first round.

Across from the level one name, Peter Chuck, was another year one student who went by the name of Larry Star, a level 6 user.

'Well, what are the chances of that? I guess you might be able to go against our so-called Blood Evolver after all. It should be an easy win for him.'

As Sam put the piece of paper down, he looked up and realized that all the students had suddenly gone silent and were staring in his direction. Finding the whole thing strange, he tried to turn away when a slender body came in his view.

"Now, would you like to tell me what you were doing with that piece of paper?" Silver asked with a smile.

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Chapter 292 Poppy Dome

The temptation to peek at the colour of the portal was killing Quinn. However, he decided to keep the black sack covering his face, after all, it wasn't worth it. There was no need for him to worry about where the 1st military base was. Actually, he didn't really know why he was getting a little obsessed over it.

It wasn't like he was working for Pure or the Dalki, they would've done anything just to obtain this type of information. Even if Quinn did know, it wouldn't have helped him with anything. Unless he was planning to take on the military, but he could never imagine doing such a thing in his entire life.

The second his body passed through the portal, he could feel the strange sensation that would usually occur. It felt like your mind was melting. The experience wasn't all that bad, but the imagery was certainly strange.

He was actually surprised that when passing through the portal, this strange sensation didn't wake up the other students. This also meant that the gas, or whatever was used to knock them out was strong enough to disable them. As he thought into it a bit more, he was kind of surprised that it was able to place Fex asleep.

Having decided to not take off the black bag, once through to the other end of the portal, Quinn continued to pretend to be knocked out. His body was chucked and moved, gently sometimes by some, and quite rough by others.

As they continued moving about, he consistently heard strange mechanical sounds around him. It was driving him a little crazy since he was trying to picture what was outside by only using his ears.

'I wonder how Leo does it... I would hate it if I became blind.' Quinn couldn't help but think this.

Eventually, after a couple of hours of being chucked around from place to place, his body wasn't moved for the last fifteen minutes. And then, the first student other than him woke up.

"What the—! What the hell is on my head?!" The student shouted out. Despite opening his eyes, the only thing he could see was the color black. The thought of the world being taken over entered his mind, this caused him to start screaming.

"Ahh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" The student continued yelling before feeling a bump on the back of his head.

"Calm down, will you? You just arrived at your destination," the soldier explained as he took the bag off the student.

Because of his screaming, it managed to wake up quite a few students. Very slowly, every one of them started waking up.

"Please remove the bags from your heads and stay where you are until further instructions have been made." The voice was recognizable and it seemed to come from Old General Mike.

All of the students did as instructed and removed their bags, and for the first time in a while, they could finally see. The students were slightly confused as to where they currently were.

There was no clear sky, and all that could be seen around them was metal. A thousand students all stood on a clear open space with the generals at the front of the large room.

"Are we still in the hangar?" A student asked. Quinn couldn't blame the student for thinking that because it really did look like they had never left the hangar in the first place. However, only he knew that they had gone through a portal.

All of a sudden, the sound of something coming from behind them could be heard. The pressure head was released and the light started shining through. When the students turned around, they could see the sides of whatever they were in opening up, and a metallic platform stretching out. It eventually hit the floor, there was a good ten meters from the opening before the platform had touched the ground.

"Please make your way down the vehicle." Mike continued his instructions while the soldiers at the front led the way.

When stepping outside, they finally noticed that they were in the 1st military base. However, it didn't look all that different from theirs. It was more like a city with certain buildings surrounded by construction. There were mechs out and about, transporting cargo.

The main difference was the size of the base itself. It was nearly two times more than theirs. However, the most shocking thing they saw so far was the sky. Although it could be seen, it looked slightly different from what they were used to. This vague feeling continued bugging Quinn, however, he couldn't figure out why.

What he did notice though, was the shine going all across them. The entire city seemed to be encased in a large glass-like dome. And around the edges was a high rise wall, making it impossible to see what was outside of the city unless one was in an airship.

Once the students looked behind them, only did they realize what type of vehicle they were in. It looked like a submarine on wheels. The thing was extremely huge and it had sixteen wheels the size of houses on its side.

Quinn was starting to realise what was making all that noise from before. The teleportation device must have transferred them somewhere, and later, they needed to be moved via the vehicle in front of them.

Once all of the students were accounted for, the vehicle started retracting its platform, once it was finished, it immediately headed off in a different direction.

Mike, Nathan, and Duke went out to greet another soldier. They later followed him until they reached a train stop. Since the base was large, getting to their destination by foot would probably take them a few hours.

While riding the train, the students were able to see more of the city. It seemed like the city itself was split up into different sections. And between each section was a small barrier. Each of these sections had soldiers focus and prioritise on different things.

At one of the sections in the city, they witnessed mechs being built and tested. In the next one, it looked like they had beasts in captivity and were doing some type of experiments. And next, it seemed as if it had combat focused classes, and so on and so forth.

They then went and passed the city centre. It was a large dome-like building which looked like a miniature version of the base itself, it firmly stood at the centre. The top of the dome had a flower-like design that looked similar to a poppy.

The army decided to use this symbol after the first war. Most of the battles between the Dalki took place on earth. There was a lot of blood spilled on the battlefield. Once the war was declared over, something strange seemed to happen.

On the fields all across the world where most deaths had occurred. Fields of poppies grew. In the past, it was said that something like this happened once before, however, it had been long forgotten. Despite that, they still chose to use it as their symbol

This building was the world government's headquarters. It was where the Eight Head Generals, the leader, and the four big family leaders would meet to make their decisions. It was like they were in control of the world.

The train continued moving past the city centre and eventually went towards the back of the city where it seemed a little less busy. They passed another small barrier of some type, and many mechs and soldiers seemed to be standing guard.

They entered another part of the city which was separated from the others. Once the train finally stopped, the students got off and continued to follow Mike.

After they exited the trains, they could finally see where the event was going to take place. It was an arena that was large enough to host Olympic games right in front of their eyes.

It was quite round in shape, almost looking like a wheel on its side. And became it was made of glatherium, it had a slight tint of blue in its color. What surprised them the most, however, was on top of the arena stands, seven large buildings looked to have been built into the thing, making it look like a crown.

The seven buildings had a clear open glass that was tinted black. All of them faced inwards towards the arena. On the front, there were large numbers starting from one and ending at seven.

"Okay, since you guys are from military base two, please make your way to the second building," the guide who had been leading the generals spoke to them. "Because you're the first ones here, when you finish unpacking your things in your rooms, you are free to explore the area. The buildings here are like hotels, you are allowed to check in and out whenever you want for now. Outside the top of the arena, there are many shops and markets stationed for use.

"Since you guys won't be participating in the event itself, we wanted to make you all feel welcome. Shop around and have fun, see if there is something you want to do and treat your stay here like a holiday. Just remember to support your teammates when you can."

Quinn was wondering where the others were since he hadn't seen them... Although he saw them in the hangar, but as they were the first ones to enter, they were shortly separated once again when they moved in the large vehicle.

The participants were most likely already in the field, or were staying at a separate location altogether.

The students followed their teachers to the arena, while the generals had split off into a separate direction.

With the large building having plenty of space to accommodate everyone, each student was allowed a room completely to themselves. The atmosphere was quite relaxed.

After unpacking his things in the hotel room, someone knocked at Quinn's door, when he opened it, both Vorden and Fex greeted him.

"Come on! Let's go and explore this place. It's so cool! I've never been in such a nice area before!" Fex said excitedly.

After shutting the door behind him, the trio went and explored the arena's shops. Meanwhile, at the train station, another train just arrived, bringing in another set of students from another military base.

One of the first people to get off the train... was Teacher Silver.

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Chapter 293 Ring name

The contestants taking part in the inter military tournament were taken to the arena ahead of time. This was because the participants would be going through some additional checks that the other students didn't need to do. The other reason was so they could be informed of each event's rules and clarify how each event would work.

After all, not all events would be as simple as a knockout tournament.

They were all taken on a separate train that was heading to the arena. A participant only train. Each carriage was separated into each military base full of the second year and the first-year students. Although some of the second-year students had been through this before, there was still excitement that could be felt through the air, it was an event that only happened once a year.

In a way, this was their chance to show their skills to potential factions as well as get a head start if they were to join the military in terms of ranks. Perhaps even find a mentor to train them. Giving them a headstart over others.

Inside the second carriage were all the second military base participants, and sitting at the front seat with two guards by his side was Peter.

The second-year students were also towards the back of the carriage and could see what was happening at the front.

"Hey, did you see that first year?" A student asked.

"Yeah, the guards haven't left his side. Do you think he might be that much of a threat that they need to keep an eye on him all the time? I heard some crazy first years tried going against us this year." Another replied.

One of the second year students was looking for that exact student the others were talking about...Momo. Ever since the incident with Vorden in the assembly hall, he had decided to keep his involvement on the down-low. For some reason, during his fight with Vorden, even though he had the upper hand against him, he had to go all out, even using his soul weapon. Something was telling him there was still a chance he could have lost that fight.

During that fight, some frightening things happened. One of them being Vorden cutting off his arm. When thinking back to the battle, Momo thought if he would have ever been able to decide that, and even if he did, whether or not he could have gone through with it.

There was something wrong with the first-year students that just didn't fit right. Momo wasn't participating in the fighting tournament but was looking forward to seeing the full strength of Vorden. However, when he didn't spot him on the train, he was incredibly disappointed and instead saw Peter taking his place. The student they had bullied and forced to go against Vorden.

"Just what are you planning on doing, Duke?" Momo mumbled to himself. He had a feeling that most likely, Duke was behind this whole matter.

The train had come to a stop, and all the participants were led out of the train straight to the arena. They saw the large buildings on top of the arena; however, they could not meet with their classmates. Instead, they were taken underground in the arena and eventually entered a sizable underground training room.

The room was filled with different beast equipment, target tools, gaming equipment, and all sorts. This was a place that allowed the participants to use their abilities freely before they were to participate in their events.

"As you can see, several rooms are leading to this one, the entrance which you have entered form is now locked, and only military personnel who are authorized will be able to pass through." A soldier holding a tablet and containing a scanner over his eye explained.

"You are free to use this room however you wish before the event. The big day starts tomorrow, so you will have plenty of time to practice. To your right, through the doors, are your sleeping quarters. Feel free to rest whenever you wish. Just behind me is the entrance to the arena. In a moment, we will split you up into groups according to your events, and we will have someone explain and go over the rules. Tomorrow when your names will be called, and you will be escorted up to the arena."

The man then pointed to a large display slightly above him that has hooked onto the wall.

"We don't want you to be left out of course, above we will be displaying the event to all of you. If you have any problems or concerns, do not hesitate to ask us."

With that, the man went off to talk to his team to organize the next step, while the students were free to check out the training room. Many of them went to explore the place while others wanted to play around with the equipment.

Some of the stuff they had back at their bases and used it for their training, but some items they had never seen before were excited to test them out and see what they could do.

Layla, on the other hand, was busy trying to locate Logan. When looking around, she could see that Peter was allowed to go where he wished inside the training room, but the two guards from the train continued to follow him around everywhere.

This of course gathered quite a bit of attention, and some of the students even tried approaching Peter. Almost immediately, one of the guards would yell at the student to stand back.

"Hey, Logan," Layla said, approaching him while looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to her. A habit that was forced into her from her training days. "I was wondering, do you have any idea why they are making Peter fight in this tournament?"

Logan looked closely at the two guards by Peter's side. He noticed that the equipment they were wearing wasn't of low quality at all. It was at least the advanced level, maybe even higher. IF they were to go through this much trouble to guard one student, then it would seem like his hunch from before was right.

"I think they're trying to use this event to lure out the rest of Pure. They think he's one of them after the video we made. It would make sense, and if they believe they cared about him that much to try to snatch him from Truedream, then maybe they would do the same at this event." Logan replied.

Hearing this, the sick feeling in Layla's stomach had returned. If that were the case, they would be heavily keeping an eye on Peter, and there might not even be a chance for them to try to save him.

Thinking about this, Layla thought about whether or not she should try to get Pure involved. She knew that Peter wasn't a part of Pure. Still, if she were to put a word to her mother, maybe she would help her.

Although this thought didn't last long, Layla was currently a rank 100 agent, and she had already called in a big favour from her mother last time. It was unlikely her mother would risk the whole organization for this once again. Knowing this, she was too afraid even to ask.

'I'm sorry, Peter, there's nothing I can do.'

After about half an hour of the students exploring the training area, they were called and huddled up once again. This time they were divided into groups based on the events they would be participating as they were told they would before.

Logan was placed into the crafting event, Layla into the arranged event, while Peter into the fighting event. The three of them were now separated from Peter even further.

Each group was led to a different section of the room where a soldier would explain the event's details to them. The three main events had the most participating students since one student was required from each homeroom class.

Ten students from the first year, and ten students from the second year. With the seven schools participating, that meant there were 140 students per main event.

In the fighting event, while the soldier was busy explaining the rules to everyone, everyone's attention was focused on one person. Peter, who still at this moment had the two guards by his side. It was clear to them that he must have been such a dangerous event, but now that Peter was closer to all the participants, they could spot something on his wrist.

The fact that his level on his watch indicated he was only a level 1.

'How is that possible? Wait, How is he even in the tournament?"

The students wanted to question it and ask, but the soldier upfront was busy explaining the rules and processes to everyone, and they knew better than to interrupt.

"Oh, so it looks like Sam didn't misread that name list. There was a level One student in the fighting tournament." Nate said.

Unlike the others, Nate wasn't too interested in the mysterious figure. He was far too busy trying to figure out, out of all the participants here, which one was Larry. The Blood Evolver. Right now, the students didn't have their best equipment, so it was hard for him to tell.

"And that's about it for the fighting event rules. Now what we will do is go around and take a stage name from you all. This name will be used to announce you before you enter the arena. Try to pick a name that will strike fear and be remembered by all. After all, not only military personnel will be watching this. Many top tier factions have been invited to this event as well."

After the explanation was over, several soldiers went around with tablets held in their hands, gathering each student's required information. Finally, one of the staff had arrived at Peter.

"What would you like your ring name to be?" He asked.

Peter thought about it for a while. He too could tell the soldiers around him were of a higher class than their military base. If there was ever a chance for him to escape, he should have done so when he was alone with Truedream and the other soldiers.

Right now, he couldn't escape, and he couldn't even imagine Quinn and the others thinking of a way of saving him. If he were going to be killed after this anyway, he would go down using all his strength. He wasn't just going to throw away the fight.

This meant they would find out about his incredible healing abilities. If he were made into a lab rat, he wouldn't tell them anything about Quinn. He still had respect for Quinn for saving his life, and after betraying them once, he wouldn't ever do it again.

"Are you sure about your ring name?" The man asked. "It's sometimes nice to have a name related to your ability or one that's easy to remember?"

"I'm sure," Peter replied.

Down on the man's tablet, the name ZombieP was written. A name that, when revealed, would shock the other participants.

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Chapter 294 Defensive equipmen

With the event starting tomorrow, the students were free to do what they wanted for the rest of the evening. There were no strict requirements and even no curfew for the students, which was a first; it truly did feel like they were on a week trip to watch a grand event. Never had they ever, been treated like this before.

The only rules that were put in place were for students to not leave the arena. Not that it was possible anyway. The arena was located in a separate part of the city, and the only way to get to it was via train, which would go through several different barriers.

When stepping off the train, they all noticed the mass amount of security. Leaving this place seemed to be a lot harder than breaking in. However, after living in luxury, they really felt like there was no reason for them to try to leave anyway.

The three boys, Quinn, Fex and Vorden had left the hotel room and headed down to the top of the arena. Just like the guide had said, the top of the arena was mostly flat and filled with all kinds of stalls manned by staff. There were coffee stalls, food places, Vr games and all sorts. But what interested most of the students was the equipment stalls.

Some of these sold different types of beast gear and armour, as well as items that would go hand in hand with certain abilities while fighting. The boys decided that they would walk around the entire circle, looking at all the shops before committing to buying anything. It was always horrible when one would see something they liked in a shop, only to find something better or cheaper in the next one.

"Go on then," Fex said with his hands behind his back. "What do you think of the sudden change?"

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, confused.

"What? Do you mean you can't tell? All of a sudden they're pampering us up, nice hotel rooms, shops, equipment and no curfew." Fex replied.

Quinn hadn't really thought about it before. He just felt like the group were currently on a school holiday like they used to have at school. Near Christmas times and other holidays, schools tended to be more relaxed. The world, even the military world, couldn't be all work and no play, could it?

"Looks like you figured it out." Vorden said and motioned around, "The whole thing is a ploy for the students. They show and give them a taste of what life is like at military base one. Some of the students will start to think maybe choosing to join the military, rather than the faction isn't so bad, especially if they can have a life like this. I hate to say it, but there's always a motive behind everything."

The three boys stopped to take a break and were looking over the edge, down at the arena floor. There looked to be thousands and thousands of seats, but none of them were for the students. The students would be watching the fight, either from the top platform they were currently on, or from their hotel rooms. There were multiple large display screens every once in a while, so it wasn't like they would miss anything.

The seats themselves were for all the different factions from earth and other planets. They had been invited to see the future generation display their power. It was a good chance for the military to show the world that it was necessary to continue to draft teens into the army. As well as for factions to try to get future talent.

"Maybe it's a good thing I'm not fighting," Vorden said. Although these words were spoken quietly, with Fex and Quinn's hearing, they both had heard him say these words and were wondering what he meant by them as he looked at the crowd of empty chairs.

Unlike them, Vorden was a talented individual. An original from a good family but not one of the top four. If he were able to display his strong skills and abilities, he would easily be scouted into a top faction, Quinn thought. His life would be set, and he would have nothing to worry about.

So it was strange to see Vorden kind of relieved that he wasn't fighting.

The three of them continued walking and having already done a full circle, they had decided which shops they wanted to stop by. For Quinn, what he truly wanted was a strong or better set of gauntlets to use. His intermediate pair wasn't good enough.

However, when looking around, there was barely anything above the intermediate level. Most equipment at the advanced level or higher would have to be hunted for, or one would need to hire travellers to gather the materials for them. There were a few items, but none that matched what Quinn was looking for.

Still, with only boots and gauntlets, there was no harm in increasing his equipment in other areas, one of these being defences. The best piece of equipment to get would be a type of chest piece. This covered the largest area, and when using his inspect skill, Quinn also found it gave him the most defence points.

When walking around this time, they noticed a lot more students around than before. This was because all of the other military bases had arrived by now, and they too had left to explore.

They entered a few shops and Fex was the first to buy some items. He purchased very small knives that were as large as a finger and had a little ring just underneath the handle. Knowing that he had a string ability, Quinn could imagine Fex being able to do great things with those weapons.

While Vorden didn't purchase anything but instead stared at two short swords on the wall, seeing this, a memory came back for Quinn. He had asked Vorden a long time ago if he was to use a weapon, what type of weapon it would be, and he had replied with a pair of short blades.

Vorden didn't use beast weapons much, as he seemed to favour elemental abilities and most elemental ability users didn't really use beast weapons, but still had plenty of beast gear.

After inspecting the stats of the swords on the wall, and looking at the intermediate blades in Quinn's system shop, he realised how much better the weapons in his shop were.

"Don't buy those," Quinn said. "Don't worry; I'll get you something nice soon."

Vorden smiled, and the three of them left the shop to head off to the next one. The next shop was a place for Quinn. A shop that mainly focused on armour. A piece had caught his eye before. An intermediate piece that was dark blue in colour and had a silver trim going around the edges.

After selling his crystals from the last portal expedition, he now had a total of 4440 credits to spend. The intermediate piece on the wall was 4000 credits so he had enough to spend, but was hesitating whether he wanted to clear his bank like that for one piece of equipment.

[Inspect]

[Intermediate Geo rock Chest armour]

[No active skills]

[All stats 1]

[Defense 20]

There were similar priced items in the shop, but this was one of the only ones that increased all stats. Other pieces of equipment, improved strength more, while giving no stat points to other areas. But this was well balanced. On top of that, it had the most defensive points of the lot.

Quinn still hadn't figured out what defensive points really did. His gauntlets gave him eight while his boots gave him four. If he had the chest piece on top of that, he would have 32 points of defence. Even if he didn't know what to do, the higher number was always better right?

After thinking about it for long enough, he finally had decided to go through with the purchase, reaching out his arm. As his fingertips pressed against the right chest plate, another hand was seen pulling it from the other side.

The student to his left, turned and looked at Quinn. The first thing that he noticed that stood out to him was the wristwatch, indicating he was a level one ability user after seeing this the boy immediately let go.

"Please go ahead and take it." The boy said. "You grabbed it first."

"Actually, you were a little faster than me; you go ahead." Quinn said. With his eyesight he was able to tell the boy to his right was only a fraction of a second faster at grabbing the plate. He had no right to claim he grabbed it first.

"No please get it instead of me, I insist I don't need it." The boy replied back once again.

The two of them continued on like this, while Vorden and Fex stood back and couldn't believe what they were watching. "I guess this is what happens when you have two nice people," Fex said. "Nothing gets sorted."

"You think Quinn's nice?" Vorden asked him.

Fex thought about it for a while, most of his interactions with Quinn were nice ones, and after saving his life, he had no other reason but to think he was a nice guy.

"You don't?" Fex replied back.

Vorden didn't reply back, but he didn't agree about Quinn being nice. He didn't think he was a bad person, but didn't think nice was the right word.

Eventually, after going back and forth, Fex was fed up with watching, and snatched the chest piece handing it over to Quinn. "Just take it man, I want to continue shopping."

The boy smiled, indicating he was happy for Quinn to take the piece of armour, but before purchasing for the item, Quinn wanted to get the name of the student, hoping maybe he would return the favour back to him one day.

"What's your name?" Quinn asked.

"The name's Sam."

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Chapter 295 Stealing

[30/95 HP]

The system message appeared in front of Quinn's face once again. It was a constant reminder that his health continued to decrease, not that he needed the reminder anyway. Whenever the system message would appear, he would have shooting pains rush through his head and stomach moments before it. His inside felt like they were trying to tear each other apart, and his brain felt like someone was reaching inside and squeezing it.

This feeling usually lasted for around five minutes before Quinn was able to suppress it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam asked. "You don't look too good."

Fex quickly came over to Quinn's side to give him a helping hand. He was the only one who actually knew what Quinn was doing as he had informed him beforehand. Vorden knew something was happening but wasn't aware of the truth, and decided to let it be, figuring out that it was most likely some vampire-related business.

Quinn handed over his money card and gave it to Vorden to complete the purchase at the desk. The 400 credits were exchanged, and the equipment was placed in a fancy metallic suitcase. By the time Vorden had returned with the item, Quinn had mostly recovered and gotten over the pain.

"Well, I hope you start feeling better," Said Sam, "I'll see you guys at the tournament. Maybe we can meet up and watch it together?" Sam didn't have many friends at his own military base, being quite the low level himself as a second year.

With Nate participating in the fighting tournament, Sam was pretty much on his own. So he thought it would be nice to enjoy the event with some others that wouldn't be quick to judge, being low levels themselves.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Quinn managed to crack out a smile as the last bit of pain started to fade to the back of his mind.

The four of them left the shop together and were ready to part ways as they continued to explore. As soon as they took a few feet away from the shop, a strange feeling was felt on each of their necks, as if their hairs were standing on end.

"We're being followed," Fex whispered.

"I know, a group of five," Vorden replied.

The three boys weren't the only ones that noticed this; when Sam turned around to check on the three boys, he could also see that a group was strangely following them from behind.

'What are they planning?' Sam couldn't help but decided to get involved. He knew if Nate were here, he would have tried stopping whatever was about to happen.

As expected, the group of students suddenly decided to appear and block the three's path. The boy at the front had the sides of his hair cut short and a purple streak running down the middle. He quickly glanced down at the three watches before deciding to approach them. After confirming all of their ability levels were lower than his, a smile appeared on his face.

"Well, what do we have here." The student said as he got closer.

"Um well, we're a little short on money, you see, and we were kind of hoping to buy something from one of these shops. I had my eye on that chest piece for a while, and when I saw someone else buy it, it just rubbed me the wrong way." The student then got right up into Quinn's face as he said his next words… "Especially when I see a weak level one like you getting something like this. It would be useless in your hands."

[Inspect]

[Name: Zac Lee]

[Ability level: 6]

[Transformation ability]

Using the inspect skill, Quinn was able to figure out the level of all the members of the opposite group, even when they were hiding their watches. It made sense why the student Zac was confident. He was a level six ability user, and everyone else around him was around a level 4 and five.

As a group, they seemed quite strong. After they had seen that, both Fex and Quinn were only level ones, even with Vorden being with them, they didn't even think they had a chance of losing. Right now, Vorden had a random ability of a level four user he had touched, so his wristwatch was displaying that number.

So Zac and his group had even more confidence that the group faced no such threat in front of them.

Using his right hand, Zac placed it on top of the metallic case in Quinn's and tried to pull it away using all his strength. When he tugged though, there was no movement, and his hand slipped off from the metal case. The smile on his face dropped.

Quickly, Zac grabbed on to the case again and tried to pull it out of Quinn's hand again, this time getting a more firm grip on the case, but when Zac tried to pull away, a tight grip was felt around his hand which gripped the case.

"What the hell…. do you think you're doing?" Quinn said slowly. " This… is mine."

Zac's group of friends behind had no clue what was going on and were still smirking away at the thought of the helpless level ones having their expensive gear taken away.

'Why is this person making me feel sick when I look him in the eye?' Zac thought.

When inside the shop, Zac had carefully watched Quinn and his friends enter the shop. Even before they had purchased the equipment, he had taken note of their Levels. It came as a big surprise when he found out a Level one user could purchase intermediate gear.

Then a thought had hit him; perhaps he was someone from a prestigious or at least a wealthy family. They had been cursed with a son that was only able to produce a low amount of MC cells—never being able to get past level one. At that point, the only thing one could do was purchase beats gear to help them on their journey through life.

Having made this prediction, Zac never thought a reaction like this would come from Quinn.

"Hey, Five against three is a bit unfair, don't you think so? Maybe we should even up the sides a little." Sam said as he walked over.

Sam, too, had actually thought the same thing as Zac when he saw Quinn. The only difference was, Sam thought he could relate to Quinn. For he was one of those very people. A person who was unable to progress any higher in his ability level, despite being able to purchase books at a higher tier. His body had already hit the MC cell limit.

Seeing Sam coming over, Zac's group of friends behind him started to get more aggressive and were getting ready for a face-off.

As the tension rose in the air, it felt like either side was going to strike first. However, both Fex and Vorden were worried about a different matter. For some reason, Quinn was upset at the actions that had just occurred. It made sense anyone would be; the only difference was Quinn had a critical secret he needed to hide.

"I think I know what you mean about him not being nice now," Fex whispered over to Vorden.

Even Quinn himself felt his actions were a little stranger than usual. Of course, he always wanted to punish people who did things like this, but right now was not the time, especially with as many military personnel around as there was. Still, Quinn refused to let Zac's wrist go, and moreover, he was starting to grip it harder and harder.

Zac could feel this, and the pain was starting to get to him. He wanted to squeal or grunt a little but was too afraid the other would laugh at him if he began to give in to the pain and were to make strange noises.

'What do I do?' He thought, looking for a way out of this.

"Hey, what is going on here!." A deep voice said from the side. A soldier had appeared, wearing a military uniform. "There is to be no fighting during the week stay here, do you understand? If you disobey, we will have to lock you up for your remaining time here. If there is a dispute, I suggest you settle it through some other matter. I'll be keeping an eye on you." The soldier said as he walked back off, continuing on his way to where he was going before.

When the soldier had arrived, Quinn's grip had loosened and Zac managed to break free in a split second. After hearing the words of the soldier, an idea had popped into his head. Maybe there was a way to settle this still and get the item he wanted. More than that, Zac felt a little humiliated and wanted to get his pride back.

"Fine, I have a little suggestion to make. If you are interested, why don't we play a little game? Your guys versus mine." He said with a smile.

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Chapter 296 A little game

Hearing Zac's words, Quinn wanted to outright refuse whatever type of proposal was about to be made. It was clear they were up to no good and what reason did they have to go along with their little game.

"Just get out of here before I…"

Just then, a person from Quinn's right side stood in front of him.

"Sounds interesting, what do you have in mind?" Before Quinn could even reject their offer, Fex had chimed in at the last second. The word game had interested him greatly, besides they had already finished their shopping and explored the area. Other than going back to their hotel room to rest, there was nothing they could really do.

Fex didn't care about the results of the events and wasn't taking part in them, so this might have been the only bit of fun he would be able to experience.

"Since you guys seem more confident then your usual low levels, I thought this might interest you." Zac and the group started to walk off, and Fex followed without a second thought. The others looked at each other and shrugged thier shoulders, deciding to go along.

"Don't worry, they can't really do much, and you can always refuse," Sam said.

After following Zac and his group for a while, they were eventually led to the game section of the platform. It looked like he really did mean they would play a game and it wasn't a metaphor for something else. The stall they stopped at had several different booths that were open for the outside public to see.

Inside the booths was what looked like an old fashioned training machine. It was a standard upright thick pole made of metal. The pole was split up into 6 different sections, and each one had another pole sticking out of it.

Quinn watched one of the students carefully. A digital countdown appeared above his head, 3…2..1.. When the timer reaches 0, a buzzing sound was heard.

[Game, started. level 3]

The metal pole started to twist the different sections of its body. However, not all of the sections moved in the same direction. The very top section twisted and the pole from the top was now coming towards the students head from the left side. At the same time, the bottom section of the pole had twisted in the opposite direction. Making the extended pole attack from the right side.

At the same time, the student lifted his left hand and right leg, blocking both of the attacks. The pole twisted again and continued to twist and turn to allow attacks to come from all different directions aiming for the student's body. That's when Quinn also noticed, there was a small ring where the student was standing.

'I see, so he has to block all the attacks without stepping out of the ring.' Quinn thought. 'The higher the level, the faster and more varied the attacks.'

"My suggestion is we bet that beast armour of yours by playing the game." Said Zac." Each person here will count as a life for our team. The first person will start at level one and keep going up until they are eliminated, then the next person from the team will start from the level they have left off, then whichever team finishes on a higher level wins." Zac explained.

With this type of game it was best to allow the most skilled person to go last. The reason for this is because the person was able to watch how the one before them failed. They could get a sense of timing for the machine as well as witness the varied attack patterns.

"You're team only has four people, so one of you can go twice." Said Zac. "The reason for choosing this game is because it requires us not to use our abilities. I didn't want to pick something where we would clearly be the winner. This will just be a test of reflexes and quick thinking on your feet."

"I don't like it," Vorden said. "I don't have a problem with the game, I mean I think anyone of us here will be able to beat your whole team. The problem is, what's in it for us. We gain nothing from this bet, as the beast gear is rightfully Quinn's in the first place."

While watching Sam speak, he was amazed at how much confidence Vorden had. He didn't stutter when speaking in front of these higher levels, and when pointing to his teammates, it seemed like he was genuine when he said, he thought anyone of them would be able to beat them in the game.

"I thought you might say that, of course, I wouldn't just be putting up nothing on our side." Zac, reached is not the bag of one of his fellow teammates and pulled out a beast crystal. It was slightly clear in colour and after Quinn used the inspect skill he was able to tell it was an intermediate beast crystal.

[Lythey Intermediate beast crystal]

[Compatible with an item from the shop]

After using his inspect skill though, another message that he hadn't seen before had appeared. After selecting the message, the system immediately took him to his shop showing him a single short sword. One of the swords in his shop required this very crystal to be crafted.

The weapons from Quinn's shop were of higher quality than one could find on the market place. The problem was, nearly all of the weapons on it required him to gather specific items to create them. As he was still a student, he was unable to go travelling to other beast planets to hunt for these things.

For now he decided he would just leave it for the future, after he had left the school. Coming across one of the materials to create a weapon was a golden opportunity for him.

"We'll play your little game." Quinn said.

"Excellent," Zac replied, not doubting for a second they were going to lose.

Outside of the arena on the bottom floor, Leo stood outside. He had just come from the underground area after checking on the participating students. The real reason why he was there though was to check on Peter. He had a hand in helping the students during the matter with Truedream.

There was a chance that using their strange and strict methods, the military would find out he was also involved in the case. He wasn;t worried, but at the same time he had to prepare for the worst.

'Originally, there was one, and now there are three.' Leo thought.

He was thinking of the strange auras that he had sensed. At first, it was only Quinn, later Peter's aura had changed and then a third student had arrived with the same aura. With his ability, he could tell they weren't human, or at least not fully or not the same.

'The military might be stepping on their toes in something they can't handle.' Leo had a hunch, that if these people weren't really human, and they were basically going to publicly execute one of their kind. Then just maybe they would come and try save him, or at a later date, these actions could cause a lot of trouble, possibly even another war.

The human race couldn't handle fighting the Dalki and another Unknown entity. If it came to it, maybe the better decision would be for him to save Peter himself.

From just underneath Leo's belt, he had a small pouch where he pulled out a small little flask. It was the one that had been found at the last portal expedition. He still didn't know who it belonged to, but he did know it was a strange and powerful item.

The aura surrounding it was similar to his own weapons. For a simple flask to be made out of high-quality beast material would be a waste. It had to be something special, he thought.

Thinking that he might have missed something, or a special use for the flask. Unscrew the lid from the top of the flask. The contents inside the flask remained the same, as Leo didn't want to throw it away.

He swirled it around looking at the red liquid inside.

"That's definitely blood, I wonder if all of this is linked somehow?"

As he said those words, the sounds of footsteps rushing towards him was heard. Leo Quickly activated his ability, allowing him to cover a wider range. After doing this, he was even more worried than before. For some reason, the figures aura seemed to be masked.

He could still see the figure, but it seems like whatever was heading in his direction was able to suppress it. Eventually the footsteps slowed and now he could get a clearer view on it. Seeing it had a human-like shape, Leo calmed down a little but was still prepared for anything.

The figure was now in front of Leo, but of course, Leo could only tell someone was there and not what they looked like.

"Where did you get that flask?" A female voice said.

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Chapter 297 Block, Block, Block

After having agreed to the little bet, all nine of them rented out a booth and headed over to the area. The people who walked by simply ignored what was going on. There were too many people in one section, it blocked outsiders from being able to see anything that was going on. Although they did find it strange that so many people were in one booth, it still wasn't interesting enough for them to actively try and find out what was happening.

Now, all that was left was to decide who from which team would go first.

"Please let me do it." Sam volunteered himself. "I know you guys don't really know who I am and just met me, but those guys just rub me the wrong way. Think of it as a freebie. You can observe for the meantime, and when I get stuck on a level it should make things easier for you guys."

Since Sam was insistent and sincere, the others found it hard to refuse his offer. In addition, Quinn liked the look of determination in his eyes.

"Sure, go ahead." Quinn responded.

They were confident that they wouldn't lose, especially against some of the other students, but against people like these that never tried to get through life with their own hard work, then no. They wouldn't allow themselves to lose to people like this.

Sam on the other hand, volunteered because he was worried that the others might humiliate themselves. He could tell by their stripes on their shoulder that they were only first years. It was most likely that they had never played a game like this before. In fact, the game was more difficult than it looked. One would have to be able to keep their concentration at their best while also multitasking. If he could beat everyone from the opponent's side, then there would be no need for anyone else to step in.

"Zippy will go first," Zac said.

The student approached the metal pole while the rest of the players stepped back a few meters away from the room, just outside the game zone.

Zippy was a level 4 ability user, he was the lowest on the other team.

"3…2..1... Level 1, Start."

The game had started. The top two sections of the metal pole started twisting. At first, the machine was incredibly slow and Zippy was able to block two attacks. This continued on for a little while, Quinn noticed that only two parts of the machine were moving. This was due to the machine only being set at Level 1.

What Quinn also realized was the other part of the machine would only move once the person placed their hand or leg down. After blocking the attack, if one were to keep their arms up, then the machine wouldn't start until it was able to sense that the arm had gone back down again.

Forty five seconds had now passed. All of a sudden, the machine started speeding up for the last fifteen seconds, Zippy's expression changed as a little bit of sweat started running down his face.

"Beep"

One minute had passed and the sound of the buzzer had gone off, this indicated he had passed. Zippy let out a big sigh while he wiped the sweat from his forehead, he walked back to his teammates.

"Good job, Zippy. If you couldn't even pass Level 1, then I was going to ask why you were still hanging around us," Zac said.

Zippy held his head down when he walked past the other, he had no response to give.

Next was Quinn's team.

"Whoa! Go on Pam!" Fex shouted while clapping his hands.

"It's Sam," Vorden corrected him, slapping his head, and slightly embarrassed as to why he was even with such an idiot.

Even though the game had started, Sam didn't look nervous at all. Instead, he was calmly breathing and keeping it steady while blocking all of the attacks.

"He's quite good, at least he's been taught well," Vorden commented.

Quinn thought the same. Once he concentrated and closed his eyes, he was able to focus on his hearing. When he listened to Sam's heartbeat, he could tell it was stable unlike the contestant from before. Even during the last fifteen seconds, Sam stayed the same.

When Sam walked back to the others, they each gave him a high five and congratulated him on a good job.

"Pfft! Look at them, celebrating when they only passed Level 1, they're acting like they've already won," Zac said in an annoyed tone.

It was Zippy's turn once again, this time, he was on Level 2. On this level, three of the different sections started moving. This caused the player to also move up and down, blocking the attacks not only to their head, but also the ones headed towards their body. Zippy was doing well so far with only fifteen more seconds to go.

Just like last time, it sped up in the last quarter. Zippy blocked the first two hits and lifted his hand up to block an attack to the left of his face, and then another to his right.

This was when the others started noticing something wrong. Although the machine's strikes weren't all that powerful but if the attack wasn't properly blocked, it would still hurt. It was quite similar to someone giving a soft-padded punch, especially since the bars themselves were covered. Yet, for some reason, Zippy's hands were shaking.

When the third bar swung towards the right side of his rib, Zippy hesitated since he thought back to the words Zac just said. His concentration broke and it ruined his form, his movements became as erratic as he was nervous. This slip-in was more than enough, he was just a split-second late in blocking the blow heading towards his ribs.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"Game over!"

As he walked back to his team, he hung his head in shame. He didn't even bother making eye contact with Zac. Zac too didn't say anything to him. It was a stupid mistake someone at their level should never make. In his mind, Zippy wanted to blame Zac for placing too much pressure on him, however, he knew that his words would be pointless.

Now, it was time for Sam to go again. Just like previously, he dealt with the multiple bars coming towards him with ease. When the game started speeding up towards the end, his breathing was a little quicker, but it didn't batter, his pace was incredible and it looked like he was playing some sort of rhythm game.

"Beep! Level 2, Completed."

Instead of heading back to the others, Sam remained in the game room. This was because of their agreement beforehand, after another member from the opposing side was eliminated , the other one would stay and go onto the next level. Like this, the other team would have a slight advantage, this was how the game worked.

For example, Zippy lost for being hit in the ribs. By seeing this, Sam would be able to observe and dodge the same strike. Not that it would have helped much at this stage anyways.

"Level 3, Begin."

The machine started once again, and there seemed to be a big jump in difficulty from Level 2 to Level 3. All six of the sections were moving this time. Having just completed the last round, Sam was a little tired, however, he still managed to persevere by blocking each of the bars.

When the last fifteen seconds came, the machine's speed looked like it almost doubled.

"Left block, right block, knee raise, right block again, elbow down." Sam thought about every move, but this was his downfall. Before, since he had enough time to think about everything he was doing, it worked out for him. Now that the attacks were too fast. He forgot to breathe as he was too focused on thinking and blocking. And suddenly, he needed to gasp for air. When taking in a deep breath, a bar came swinging out and whacked him on the face.

"Game over!"

Sam looked disappointed in himself. He thought he would have been able to help out the others more. And yet, he was only able to eliminate a single player from the other team. He realized that playing this time of game on your own and as a team was a little different.

When you were on your own, you could start the same level again while remembering the speed and attack patterns. You could easily get better and adjust to the game's leve. It wasn't that Sam couldn't pass Level 3, but he would have needed to play it a couple more times before being able to do so.

With the team mode, they only had one chance. Each player only had a single life.

"I'm sorry,." Sam said as he walked back to the others.

"Don't worry about it, I learned quite a bit from watching you," Quinn said, not taking his eyes off the machine.

Sam felt like it was all over after realizing the difference in playing as a team and as a single player. He never imagined that they could win anymore. Instead, he started praying to the Karma Gods, hoping that their opponents would get what they deserve and somehow lose the match.

Another student from Zac's team walked forward and started the game. While Sam was busy playing the game, this student had been practising off at the side while trying to match the machine's speed. Now that he had a good idea what the attacks would be like, everything seemed to work out for him.

After the minute had passed, the game was over and they completed Level 3.

"Alright, who's going next on your team?" Zac asked them with a sneer on his face.

While clenching his hand into a fist like he was getting into a fight, Fex stepped forward.

"Haha! Time to show you how easy this little thing is!" Before he could get into the game area, a hand appeared on his shoulder and pulled him back.

"Let me take this one," Quinn said.

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Chapter 298 Second Chance

For Sam, Zac, and the other teams standing by the sidelines, it came as a surprise for them as to who was volunteering. The two people going at it this time were both Level 1s. If this was an ordinary team, then Zac wouldn't have thought too much of it. After all, it made sense to allow the weaker one to go first. However… Level 1s couldn't just be considered 'weak'.

They were beyond that. From the beginning, the only two people that the group focused on were Vorden and Sam. They even thought that the other two would have forfeited after knocking them out. Playing against Level 1's was just a waste of time.

But still, it looked like Fex willingly stepped back, allowing Quinn to take the stage. Vorden, on the other hand, didn't bat an eyelid at the Level 1 making his way into the arena.

Sam felt that maybe they were just letting everyone have a go at the thing, or perhaps allow Vorden more chances to see how the machine worked. Although their chances of winning were slim but from the looks on their faces, they hadn't given up yet.

Meanwhile, Zac was taken aback at the sudden situation. The very same student who emanated a huge amount of confidence before was still displaying that exact same amount of confidence right now. For some reason, he felt that it was natural that he tried his best in avoiding eye contact with Quinn.

For a moment, he gave in to his urges and looked up. When his eyes met with Quinn's, he instinctively knew that this was a bad idea. A tingling sensation could be felt at the back of his brain, it was almost as if it was trying to burst out of his skull and run away.

'What's wrong with you, Zac? Get it together.'

Quinn entered the game zone and took a relaxed stance while in the circle. The others felt like it was all a show. They simply couldn't believe why he was extremely calm.

"He'll be out in ten seconds," one of them said.

"Oh, yeah? Do you want to bet for it? I reckon thirty seconds, for ten credits," another replied.

"He should be confident for a reason, right? I think forty-five, just before things start speeding up."

"Zac, do you want to get in on this bet?"

Zac didn't respond to them. Truthfully, he didn't want to tell the others his answer, something was telling him that Quinn would be able to clear the entire thing.

The game began and the other group was carefully watching the timer instead of Quinn himself. They were all hoping to cash in their winnings.

Once the timer went past the ten-second mark, a moan could be heard since one of them lost the bet. The seconds continued to pass by as it eventually crossed the thirty-second mark.

"I can't believe it."

The game entered the final fifteen second, now that all of their bets failed, they decided to look at Quinn.

However, as they observed him, they found things to be quite odd. It still looked as if he was just casually standing in the same spot. The bars came swinging out at him, and just as one of them was about to him at the very last second, he would be able to block the attack with his arm, he would retract his limb and then repeat the same thing at the rest of the bars.

Watching Quinn do this was painful for Sam's heart. It was as if someone was walking on a tightrope. Every single attack seemed to have been barely blocked at the last second.

Sam watched at the very beginning of the round. Even when the machine moved at a slower pace, the attacks still looked as if they were just about to hit Quinn. Because of how things were going, he expected that Quinn would lose in the final fifteen seconds.

"Beep!" The sound of the game ending and the level being completed was heard. Sam's prediction was completely wrong.

"Whoa! Will you look at that? He actually did it! Well, good news, there's no way he's getting past the next one. Right, Zac?"

Once again, Zac didn't respond. What the others failed to realise was that Quinn wasn't even out of breath, in fact, he didn't have a single sweat on him. Although the game was only a minute long, but with the unusual amount of intense concentration and fast movements, it was still similar to someone doing a sprint.

The next participant from Zac's group entered, it was time for Level 4 to begin. All six compartments started moving at a faster pace than the previous Level. Not only that, but the machine also seemed to be doing more double attacks, it was attacking at two different places at once.

Even though the student was doing well, everyone could tell he was barely hanging in there. When the machine entered the final quarter, the first strike struck his foot, knocking him out of the game. There were now three contenders left, including Zac on the other team.

Just the same as before, Quinn entered the game and started off in a similar way he left things. It even seemed like he never left the game. Quinn continued blocking each strike just before it would hit him, he would lift his limbs to block and simply place them straight back down.

'The reading on his watch... It has to be a fake! Or maybe he's some sort of martial art expert or something... No wonder he's so confident, he's going to complete this, isn't he?' Zac's thoughts were screaming in his head.

The timer continued going up and entered the final quarter like before.

But suddenly, a strange feeling rushed through Quinn's head, and at the same time, an abrupt pain in his stomach.

"Not now!" He groaned out.

[29/95 HP]

It had been an hour since the last message had appeared, the shooting pains in his body could be felt. Instinctively, Quinn grabbed his head and leaned forward. This resulted in the bar striking him both on the head and stomach simultaneously, thus eliminating him from the game.

"Game over!"

Fex quickly rushed out to see if Quinn was okay, he realised what the problem might have been.

"Hey, why don't you just rest? It must be tough going through what you're feeling right now. Just leave it to me, I can handle these guys."

Upon seeing Quinn lose, it was a relief to Zac. He didn't know what just happened, but someone must have wanted him to win this game. It was clear that Quinn was going to pass it the same way he did on the previous one.

"I knew he would eventually lose, it was only a matter of time," the others commented.

They misinterpreted the situation and simply thought that the game was too much for Quinn to handle.

With Quinn knocked out of the game, it was time for someone from Zac's team to enter again. This time, the person managed to clear the Level 4 stage.

"Well, who's next?" Zac asked.

Fex stood up and took the mantle, this time, he felt someone tug on his sleeve. When he looked down, he noticed it was Quinn. "You're going to do it again, aren't you?"

"One of us can go twice, remember?" Quinn said.

"Fine," Fex responded as he sulked his way back to the rest of his team.

After feeling like he suffered an unjust loss, he wanted to finish what he started. Since Zac and his group decided to target him and had even gone as far as trying to snatch his newly bought equipment. If anyone was going to show them their place, it was going to be Quinn.

When they saw who was walking up to the stage, they all started to laugh. Everyone else apart from Zac, that was.

'I forgot about that stupid rule! Why didn't we just make it a 4 vs 4?' He quietly complained in his mind, but things were too late now.

This time, when the game started, Quinn chose to take on a fighting stance. It was the first time he had done so since he started playing the game. Before, he merely treated this game as a type of practice, trying to see how much he could block things before the very last second.

Now that he had no second chances and the will to win rose from his heart. He chose to properly block everything. Even before the machine was able to move, Quinn could already hear the sound of each section activating. With the slightest movement from the contraption, Quinn placed his hand out. To the others, it almost looked like he was attacking the machine.

Before the bars on each section had the chance to fully move, Quinn had already hit them. The machine would slightly nudge in certain sections, but it never had the chance to perform a full strike. If he was to hit one section of the machine before it even moved, then the game would have been declared as a loss for the player.

This was done like this so people would stop using this type of tactic. However, the game over sound never appeared. Instead, the beeping sound that indicated a completed stage resounded out.

"Who the hell is this person?" Sam muttered out. At the same time, he also wished Nate was here to witness what he had just seen. Not even Nate would have been able to display something so great.

'If you were here, Nate, I think you would have found a new person to be excited about.'

After witnessing such a display, Zac figured out something. If he wanted to win, then he needed to do something drastic...

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Chapter 299 Finishing the game

After what they had just witnessed the whole group was silenced. Even Fex who was the closest there in terms of skill and speed felt like he would struggle at doing what Quinn had just done.

'That's confirmed it, he was to be evolving to the next level, but how has he been able to grow so fast, and right in front of my eyes.' Fex thought.

It was strange because Fex knew that Quinn wasn't at the vampire noble class, they just had a certain feeling about them. He himself was very close to breaking through to the next stage. However, Quinn was a little strange, some of his skills, such as speed and strength were already at the vampire Noble level but he could tell he hadn't evolved yet. Just how was this possible?

This was all because of Quinn's unique situation, of having the system while being a vampire. Due to him being able to grow stronger by consuming different types of blood. It allowed his stats to go beyond that of a regular vampire.

"I'm going to go speak to the admin, the machine has to be broken." Someone from Zac's group said.

The others were inclined to agree, this game was meant to be about blocking attacks and it looked like Quinn was attacking the machine himself.

"Looks like you are not so worried about revealing yourself then?" Vorden said.

"It's not like I showed any of my abilities, besides I doubt anyone would believe their story and, do you think they would go around telling people a level 1 user did all this to them," Quinn replied.

One of the students who was already knocked out from the game on Zac's side had gone to the game admin, who worked at the front, to see if the machine was broken. Zac knew it wasn't the case but anything to stop this bet was a good thing in his eyes.

Another person from Zac's team had started the game anyway, if it was broken they could always just stop and move to a different booth. But as soon as the game started it became clear that the machine wasn't broken and was working just fine.

The students had expected the machine to be broken, the only way to complete the game like that, was to hit the target as soon as he saw it moving to count it as a block. Due to him thinking this, he was slightly unprepared and after just ten seconds the student was hit and out of the game.

There were now only two people left on Zac's team.

Quinn walked up to the game once again and started. Zac was looking at him closely and so was Sam hoping to see another amazing display of skills. This time, there was no such thing and Quinn just blocked the upcoming attacks from the machine normally. There was a little bit of disappointment from both sides as the game had ended normally.

Quinn was frustrated after what had occurred last time, and to calm himself down he wanted to perform at his peak, after calming down a little there was no need, so he decided to play the game like normal.

The others soon realized once again how impressive this was. The game was set at level five, yet when Quinn was blocking the attacks, he made them feel like they were watching the game at level one, he blocked them all so easily.

Now that Quinn had passed Level 5 on the machine, the two remaining students had to pass it as well, otherwise, they would lose the game. Zac's last teammate walked into the gaming area and had begun.

Before their team was full of confidence, always being the one in the lead, but now they had the added pressure that if they were to lose, then it meant they would lose the game. They were the current underdogs.

'How the hell did these crappy level ones put us in this situation!' The student thought angrily as he was whacked in both the leg and head and was out of the game.

The only one left now was Zac. He clenched his fist and walked up to the gaming area. This was another reason why he had chosen this game. Simply because he had played it multiple times before, and felt like he was better than the average person. When playing on level five previously, there was always a fifty-fifty chance that he would pass it on his first go.

The game had begun, and Zac was fully concentrating on the targets coming towards him. He blocked the attacks with commitment, meeting them before they would fully reach their destination slightly. This meant he was getting hurt by the bars slightly but he didn't care about that right now.

Not hesitating as he blocked every single attack, the sound of the game over was heard to him.

"Level 5 passed."

The cheering soon stopped, and the smile on Zac's face started to disappear as they saw Quinn confidently walk to the stage once again. They all no longer saw Quinn as the weak level one, but instead as a monster at the game.

Zac wasn't a religious man, but he started to pray to an unknown force hoping that something would happen. He knew he only had a ten percent chance of passing level six himself. If they were both to fail, then the game would be declared a draw and they could both walk out of this pretending nothing ever happened.

"Level 6 start."

Whack, whack, whack. The sound of the machine hitting against Quinn's body was constantly being heard as he continued to block each shot. While doing so, Quinn was starting to have a bit of fun, imagining multiple enemies trying to attack him. The game was good to practice one's reflexes but was useless for learning any skill.

There weren't many opponents whose attack patterns would be as simple as this, and it also didn't allow for one to practice attacking using their own skills. Still, Quinn was having a lot of fun and finally was starting to have a bit of sweat on him, as the timer had reached forty-five seconds the smile on his face grew bigger.

Seeing this, Zac already had his answer, Quinn was going to finish level six, and perhaps could even go beyond. If he wanted to do something he needed to do it now. Keeping his hand down by his side next to his waist, he opened up his palm and faced it towards the machine.

He started to do a type of pulling motion and suddenly the top section of the machine looked almost still. Inside the machine, the mechanism was being widened up as it was held back by a strange force. Zac had the power of magnetism and was holding back a part of the machine.

Then using all his strength, he released as well as pushing forward causing the top section to swing out at a great speed. What he didn't expect was the force to be too much, the added power of being held back, with a push of full force it had reached level 6 speed already, it caused the top part to fling off.

A loud crack was heard as the object disconnected from the machine and flew in the air.

"What the!"

Quinn managed to move out of the way, but at the same time had stepped out of the circle causing the game over screen to appear, but that wasn't a concern right now, for the flying object was heading straight for Sam.

Both Vorden and Fex had predicted something like this would happen after noticing something strange and had already moved out of the way, but for Sam it wasn't the same. He was too fascinated and focused on Quinn's performance.

From where Quinn was he wouldn't reach Sam in time so there was only one thing he could do.

"Flash step."

In an instant, Sam could see a strange style of footwork, causing Quinn to look like he almost instantly teleported from one place to another. Still, Quinn was a little far away, swinging out from his hip, he performed a roundhouse kick and knocked the flying object off to the side. It hit the wall and smashed into tiny pieces away from the others. Thankfully no one was hurt.

"Thank you," Sam said.

When saying these words, he looked at Quinn deeply, because in that brief moment he realized something. Both of those moves Quinn had displayed he felt like he had seen them before. The kick was one of the normal earth martial arts, however, it was performed so cleanly and fast. But the main thing that he was shocked about was the flash steps, he had seen only one person to ever perform it before.

The flash step that was performed by the player known as Bloodevolver.

'It couldn't be him, could it?"

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Chapter 300 Stand Still!

Rather than being shocked about nearly being hit by a flying metal object. Sam was far more concerned about the skill he had just witnessed in front of him. The move that he and Nate referred to as the flash step. This was because whenever they saw the move being used, it really did seem like the user would suddenly flash into a different spot.

More importantly, it was a move that Sam had only seen one person ever perform, the person known as Bloodevolver from the game. However, just because they had only seen one person perform it., didn't mean only one person knew how to.

A teacher most likely needed to teach the person the move, and they most likely taught others. It was possible for one to come up with a skill themselves, but knowing the information about the Bloodevolver they did know, that seemed unlikely.

They knew two things about the Bloodevolver. One was that he was from a military school since they had met on the military gaming servers. The second was that the person was a first-year student.

Even if Nate was convinced that this, Larry Steel person was the Bloodevolver, the only evidence he was going on, was the fact that he had met these conditions as well as used gauntlets as weapons. Still, Sam didn't have much more evidence himself that the person in front of him was the real Bloodevolver, the only way to find that out was to see the person using their ability.

The strange red aura, a powerful unique ability that had been used to defeat many opponents in the game, including himself. That's why Sam wasn't adamant that Quinn was the Bloodevolver. On his wristwatch, it clearly displayed that he was a level 1 user. There was no way such an ability would be deemed so weak.

Then, another thought had come to him; the red aura ability was something that shouldn't have been in the game. It was an ability that was unable to be selected in the servers. Yet, it could still be used for some reason, and the game devs even confirmed it wasn't a hack. Although many didn't believe this, thinking the game devs were just trying to save face.

But what if it was true?

Maybe, this ability was slightly different from how people knew and measured current abilities. If that was the case, then the watches the military used wouldn't be able to register anything.

Sam looked at Quinn once more, he wished he could confirm it right now but he couldn't.

Inside the VR game, players created avatars to be used. So from looks alone, there was no way for Sam to tell that this was the same person, and the same could be said for Quinn. So the two were unable to recognize each other.

Sam stood there dazed, thinking about these thoughts.

"Hey, are you alright, man?" Fex asked. "I know that thing nearly hit you, but you didn't get hurt, right?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sam replied.

"Yeah I'm fine, I was just shocked as you said, that's all."

A little bit before the incident had occurred, one of Zac's team members had gone to the Admin room to have a look at Quinn's last match. To see if there was an error in the game. When he had arrived, he asked the Admin to check, they pulled up the previous match on video, and both the Admin and the student observed the whole one-minute video.

"So, the game was broken right; it didn't count any of the strikes made to the machine?" The student asked.

At first, the Admin just sat there and remained silent. The student thought he might have been doing some extra checks in the game, but instead, he was looking at it, amazed. In all of his years working, he had watched countless students play the game, but it was the first time he had seen someone do something like this.

"He's amazing." The man said. "The game wasn't broken at all; he managed to hit every section; the second they started to move."

The question wasn't whether this was possible or not. There were plenty of people who would be fast enough to do something like this. The real problem the man was struggling with was how? If one was to know the exact pattern of attacks and had it memorized, they could do something like this. But the game was random and didn't always perform the same set of actions.

Somehow, the student was able to tell what was about to move before it actually moved. The man played the video again, and while doing so, a loud crash was heard outside of the room. It was the sound of Quinn kicking the top of the compartment of the machine into the wall. The two of them left immediately to have a look at what was going on outside.

The game wasn't quite over yet. At least not in the mind of Quinn and his group. Because Quinn, Vorden, and Fex weren't exactly stupid, they knew something must have happened. The whole machine was acting strangely and only when it was Quinn's turn and in its final moments, something happened to the machine.

Using his inspect skill on Zac once again, he confirmed that he had a magnetic skill. He must have tampered with the game.

"Well, it looks like the machine broke, good thing no one got hurt, huh? Why don't we just call this one a draw? You keep your armour there and I'll keep my crystal. It was a fun little game wasn't it." When saying these words, Zac's heart was beating faster, and when looking at those in front of him, it started beating even more quickly.

Not only was Quinn giving him strange stares, but the other two boys next to him were as well. The look in thier eyes was no less frighting then Quinn's. "What's wrong with these guys?"

Vorden wanted to say something and prepared himself a speech while the others were playing, but when he saw Quinn stepping forward, he realised there was no need for him to say anything.

"First, you try to take my armour from me forcefully, let me guess it's because you saw we were low levels, right?" Quinn said, lifting and revealing the number on his wristwatch. "Then you try to pretend to make things fair by playing a game that none of us have ever played before, and when you see where about to win, you tamper and cheat at the game?"

"Cheat?" Zac replied nervously, taking a step back. The others with Zac knew that the person in front of them was impressive when it came to hand to hand combat, but found it strange why Zac was so scared. After all, he was only a level 1 ability user. If the two of them were to get into a fight, Zac should be able to wipe the floor with him, they thought.

Seeing Zac take another step back angered Quinn even more, he didn't know if it was the game or the fact that he had been starving himself for the last two days and a half, but he was getting extremely agitated by the whole thing, more so then he would have done. He was ready to snap.

"Stand still!" Quinn shouted in an aggressive voice.

For some reason, Zac's body seemed to no longer be in control. He tried his best to move the muscles in his legs, he screamed at his brain, demanding to move his leg's to get away from this person. But nothing was working, he was frozen in place.

Quinn didn't realize what he had just done. That he had activated the influence skill on its own without using his system, something he had never achieved before.

Zac could do nothing as he watched the glowing red eyes of the student in front of him.

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Chapter 301 Everyone should see

The others were a little too far to see just what was genuinely happening. They stood just outside the booth and were watching from both sides. One side, with Quinn's group on the left and the other side with Zac's group.

Each of their team's stood behind their teammates, which meant Quinn had his back facing against Fex, so even with his excellent eyesight, he didn't know what was going on and was unable to see that the influence skill was currently active.

Quinn had never even thought about using the influence skill to get rid of this whole matter. Zac Being a level 6 ability user usually meant one would have a strong mind and will power, this wasn't always the case but more so than not. In the past, something like this would have never worked.

However, there were two things that had changed since the last time. The first being that Quinn had increased his charm points quite a bit. The second was due to the pressure and frightening things that had happened so far, Zac's mind was very unstable. He didn't quite know what was going on, and because of this, the influence skill had a great effect.

"You're going to leave that crystal behind and leave this place," Quinn ordered.

At that moment, Zac obediently followed, pulling the intermediate crystal from his pouch and placing it on the floor. Soon after, he already left, and the others followed.

"Well, that went a lot smoother than I thought it would," Fex said

After picking up the crystal and placing it in his pocket, his mood had calmed down, and his eye colour had returned to normal.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it." He said, facing the others.

Seeing this, Vorden felt like Quinn was acting a little bipolar. Just moments ago, his voice sounded like he would snap Zac's head apart, but now he seemed to be over the moon. However, Vorden didn't say anything as he really wasn't the one to talk about a person having mood swings.

Just then, the admin man had entered the room; the other student had left to join the others when he saw Zac and them going.

"What happened?" The man said with his hands held above his head. The top part of the machine was smashed to bits. It was beyond repair. A whole new machine would need to be ordered.

"We should have told those guys to stay behind." Said Fex. "Now, we're going to get the blame and have to pay for this."

The man was about to tear them a new one. Telling the kids how they should respect the property that wasn't owned by them, but when seeing the large number in the room, indicating which booth this was, he quickly realized it was the same one from the video.

"Did you do this?" The man asked, looking at Quinn.

The video that was shown was from the top right. In the video, one was unable to see the face but could see all the actions performed. The only thing that could be seen was the black curly hair.

"Yes, it was me," Quinn replied.

"No, you idiot. Why do you have to be so honest, just say it was the others who ran away." Fex said.

"They have the incident on video anyway," Sam said. "On the video, there will be no proof that the others did anything and would just show Quinn kicking the top part. So it's best not to lie."

The students stood there worried for Quinn, the man was quite large, and they were afraid of the consequences they might have to face.

"If you need to, I can pay for the machine." Vorden offered.

"I can chip in as well," Fex added.

"Me too," Sam replied, feeling a little awkward if he didn't offer as well after everyone else had done. But he wasn't rich like the others, and really didn't want them to take him up on his offer

The man looked at Quinn. If he was the one in the video, it was expected that something like this might have happened.

"You have good friends. Accidents like this can happen. Don't worry about it, and don't let it happen again." The man said.

They were shocked at the response but decided to try to leave as soon as possible and not argue back with the results. There was a good chance that the man might change his mind, so they quickly decided to leave the place.

"Make sure I don't see you here again!" the man shouted at them with a smile.

The four boys were back out at the platform, and the night sky was now fully out. The stairs could be seen above them, and it looked beautiful. Most of the students who were on the platform before had already headed back to their hotel to get some sleep. Although there was no curfew, students were expected to watch the matches that started early in the morning.

The group continued to walk in a circle on the platform and reached Sam's hotel. Before parting ways, Sam wanted to get as much information out of Quinn as possible.

"You were really skilful back there. I can't believe what you did. You know, I feel slightly embarrassed now that I offered to help you when you didn't really need it." Sam said, laughing.

"Don't worry about it," Quinn replied. "You offered to help even though you didn't know us. In this world, there aren't many who would do that."

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you do that with the machine earlier, how can you move so fast? is it something to do with your ability?" Sam asked.

Quinn thought a bit about what to say before answering, but he knew he couldn't take too long otherwise Sam would get suspicious. Still, he didn't see Sam as a bad person but still couldn't tell him the truth.

"I don't have an ability, that's why it shows I'm a level one. Because of this, my parents trained me on how to fight since I was young. I focused just on using martial arts. I thought if I got good enough and got some decent beast gear, then maybe I can still make it in this world." Quinn explained.

'He's getting better at lying. I don't know if that's really a good thing, though.' Vorden thought.

With that, the group continued to talk for a bit before parting ways. Sam headed back to his hotel room, while the others continued to walk to their own hotel.

'Saying one has no ability is a good way to hide your actual ability. It's a shame you won't be participating in this tournament, Quinn. It would have been able to see you up against Nate.' Sam thought.

Although he couldn't confirm Quinn was the Bloodevolver, he didn't really need to. The main thing was, Sam felt like he had got on well with Quinn. If he were actually the Bloodevolver it would only make things more interesting. There was no rush on his end. There was still a week left to try to find out the truth.

Back at the gaming area, the Admin who had let Quinn and his group go was ago in the camera room. He had finished cleaning up the bits and pieces and had closed off the booth to be used by the public.

Inside the room, he watched Quinn's video fighting against the Level four machine again. Every time he watched, he got excited. He also further watched what had happened after the events, seeing that Quinn had saved his fellow teammate and kicked the machine out of harm's way.

'I was right to not blame them for what happened.' He thought.

Still, there was another reason why the man had let them go without paying for anything. The video had been cut down, only showing Quinn's actions during the level four game.

Then, once the video file was downloaded, the man went onto one of the students' internal video sharing platforms and clicked upload.

A bar started to fill on the screen, and the number eventually reached 100 Percent.

"This video doesn't deserve only to be seen by me." The man said.

Soon, all the students in the military base would see Quinn's amazing feat.

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Chapter 302 Leo Vs Silver

Arriving at the arena, Silver felt better than she had done in a while. It had been a long month and a bit spent at the academy military base. She wished to return home but would never do so until she had completed her task.

Now that it felt like she was drawing close, her mood was starting to change. As she left the hotel room to head outside she passed many of the students she had taught.

"I hope you have a good day miss."

"Stay Safe."

"I wish I look as pretty as her when I grow up."

The students couldn't help but praise Miss Silver. Although she had been strict in class her lessons were quite knowledgeable. Her lessons were also enjoyable as it seemed like when Silver taught, she had no filter. When speaking she would never sugarcoat her words like the other teachers.

In the middle of the class, the boys would often compliment her or ask her about certain subjects, when replying she would do so bluntly, embarrassing them and speaking what was on her mind. As days went on the students started to learn what Silver was like and realized she meant no harm from her words.

At first, she found the compliments annoying but over time she grew to enjoy the words.

'When I go back, will father praise me for doing a good job?' She thought. Everything she had done so far was for the family and she would continue to do so. Yet not even once, had her father the family leader praised her. Unlike here where she heard kind words every day.

Before she knew it, she had already left the arena and was just outside on the ground floor. It was a habit for her to want to be alone whenever she got upset. Usually, a few moments later and her idiot of a brother Fex would come and cheer her up.

After she had calmed down, her plan was to head back into the arena and search around on the top floor to see if she could find any information or maybe even spot Fex. The quicker she brought him home the less time she would have to spend here.

However, a strange sweet smell had reached her nose, one she was familiar with but hadn't smelt in a long time. The smell of blood.

Wondering why she would smell the scent of human blood outside, she quickly rushed over to the scene. Eventually, the trail of blood led her to a bald-headed man, with a sword by his side. When she saw that no one was hurt, she slowed down her stride and started to walk.

The smell was still coming from the direction of the man, and that's when her eyes were glued onto a particular object he held in his hand. It was a metallic flask, but not just any flask. A flask that bore the symbol of the Sanguinis family. Knowing that Fex was at one of the academies, her mind instantly thought the flask belonged to him.

The question was, why was this man holding onto Fex's flask that was filled with blood. From his scent alone she could tell he wasn't a vampire.

"Where did you get that flask?" Silver asked.

Leo tried to see if he could recognize the voice but it was not one he knew off. He was quite new to the military so he still hadn't memorized all of the other generals and sergeants aura or voices either. But if one was able to get into this facility, he had to assume they were a member of staff.

Yet, the first question she asked when meeting him was about the flask. Judging by the tone of her voice she had to be either someone of equal rank or someone above. No student would dare talk to a sergeant like this.

"Who are you?" Leo asked. "State your name and rank?"

Although Leo had spoken, the words didn't really process through Silver's mind. She was too concerned with her own question. Fex would have never let something so precious fall into the hands of another unless something serious had happened. Did the humans find out about him and kill him?

Regardless, the flask was an important piece of equipment that could possibly link the humans to them, she needed to get rid of it. Flicking out one of her fingers, a small piece of string shot out straight, aiming for the flask in Leo's hand, not wanting to cause a scene she would take the flask and try to find out more later.

The piece of string was so thin, and it was dark outside making it practically invisible, but before the string could even reach the flask, a slicing sound was heard, and then a short click followed after.

The piece of string then fell onto the floor. When looking at Leo, she could see the flask had now been put away into his side pouch, while his hand was on the hilt of his sword.

"You cut the string, but how did you see it?" She asked, shocked by what had just happened.

But Silver wasn't the only one shocked. He was surprised that the girl was also able to see him move his sword so fast.

"I didn't," Leo replied as he pointed to his eyes with his other hand. "Can't you tell? I'm blind."

Leo expected at least a chuckle from Silver, usually, these types of words would at least give him a response. Instead, Silver stood there still like a statue, not even her expression had changed.

When checking out her aura, there wasn't even a little flicker, and still, her aura seemed to be masked.

"If you're blind, then I don't have to worry about you seeing my face." She said as she dashed forward.

Withdrawing his sword from his sheath, a large pressurized air slice game out from the sword. Sensing the strong power that was just unleashed, Silver knew she needed to do something about it. One moment she was directly in front of Leo, the next she was behind him.

Silver struck towards his chest, thinking the whole thing would be over, but as if Leo had eyes on the back of his head, he was able to dodge by ducking down. He then pivoted his foot spinning his body around while throwing out his blade towards the middle of her body.

This time, the attack was too fast for her to move, instead, at just the right time, she opened up her palms and slapped at the sword from the bottom and the top. Using all her strength she was able to stop the sword just in time.

The sword was held in her hands, just a few inches away from her body. From the outside it looked like neither one of them was moving an inch. But the truth was, they were both using their full strength but their power was equal not allowing the other one to budge.

'Is this her natural strength?' Leo thought. 'I've even activated the beast armour underneath my clothing and still, I can't overpower her.' From Leo's ability, he was able to tell if his opponent had high-level beast gear that was currently activated to enhance the user's strength.

There was a possibility that the opponent he was fighting against was able to mask their equipment as well but it was unlikely. The stalemate continued for a while but both knew this was useless.

"Your voice sounds pretty, if it sounded as good as you looked, I might let you win this one," Leo said, hoping to break her concentration for just a second.

However, it didn't seem to work. Instead, her eyebrows and face started to scrunch up. She started to concentrate even more and the top of her forehead started to sweat a little.

Silver hadn't run out of options, she still had her many Vampire abilities, the problem was quite a few of them required her to look into her opponent's eyes and that didn't quite work well against Leo.

Other than that, the blood abilities would be a dead give away and would leave behind a trace.

Instead, she chose to push her body even further, ever so slightly. With one of her hands, she carefully positioned her fingers so now it was held both on top and under the blade. Then slowly with her other, she let go.

Now, Silver was holding back Leo with a single hand, but she knew she couldn't do this for long. With her other hand free, quickly she started to twirl her fingers, and multiple strings started to shout out, the target wasn't Leo himself, but instead, they were heading for his pouch. The first set of strings lifted it open, while the next grabbed on to the flask. After slightly moving her finger, like a web she was able to draw it into her hand.

"Don't make me come back to kill you." She said, as she quickly fled the scene at an amazing speed.

Leo prepared himself to perform another quick set of slashes. If he threw out multiple strikes now there was a chance one of them could hit her and slow her down. Midway through his attack though he stopped himself.

'She couldn't have come all this way just for that. It seems whoever owned that item is quite important.'

From the location of where the flask was found and the story of the other students, he could tell that the flask most likely belonged to one of them. He had planned to return it at one point, but not until he fully found out the Flasks use.

He never did in the end. But now he felt like he had a more interesting tale to follow.

While running back to her room, Silver looked at her hand and could see a cut.

"That human hurt me..."

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Chapter 303 Secret mission

The first day had passed, which meant it was finally time. It was time for the first day of events. The schedule was like so, each day, the first round for every category of events would happen. Several smaller events would take place at the same time. In comparison, the three main events would be shown one by one.

On the top platform where all the students were, there were several screens spread throughout the arena with a number on its side.

Each student was handed over a pamphlet at their hotel, which indicated the schedule of events which would be showing on which screens. The top platforms would also be available for the public during this time. This meant that those that had arrived from other planets and factions were also able to watch closely at the events taking place.

When the main events were to be shown in the afternoon, all the screens would change to focus on them, and the public would have to watch the events directly in the arena.

Underneath the arena, most of the participants had woken up early. The first events didn't start until closer to midday, but still, the nerves and excitement got the better of them, and nearly everyone had woken up early. The sleeping quarters for the events were just as nice as the hotel but were set out differently.

There was only one floor, and each of the rooms was next to each other, but they had the basics for everyone: a computer, a bed, toilet and shower. The computer was there so the students could still enjoy their free time and research on whatever doubts they had while also updating themselves about the ongoing news. It would also allow them to communicate with other students.

The separation was to allow them to focus and to sort out the formalities with all the students taking part in the events. There was a large number of people, and with several military bases taking part, it was easier to communicate and organise things this way.

When the event was over or when a student was knocked out, they would be free to head to the hotel where their military base had its accommodation.

Peter, of course, had restricted access compared to the others. There was no computer in his room, and a guard was stationed outside his door during the whole night.

When Layla had left her room in the morning, she went out and started to head to the target practice area. While walking, her legs were a little wobbly, and she had quite the bags under her eyes. Her body felt weak, and the energy was drained from her. One wouldn't expect this type of reaction from some of the participants, as they really cared for an event like this.

But for Layla, this was not the case. She had no reason to care for the tournament, win or lose it didn't matter. Her life was already predetermined. She wasn't going to get good grades and join the military or a faction after this. She couldn't even become a solo traveller if she wanted to.

This became more apparent to her last night, and this was the real reason why she felt like this. Last night she had hardly gotten any sleep. When entering her room, she had prepared to have a nice rest.

She had made a warm bath and placed the right amount of bath salts and solutions into the tub. She had never experienced pampering like this and just wanted to enjoy it for once.

However, fate was quite cruel to her. The sound of a message being received was heard on her computer.

'That's strange. I didn't sign into anything right. I don't think I even touched the computer. Maybe the person before forgot to log out?' She said as she started to walk over. However, even the thought of someone forgetting to log out was strange.

Technology had come quite a way, and the computer was able to tell who was actually at the computer at the time through the camera. If it wasn't the correct person or the user wasn't seen, it would generally disconnect from whatever it was connected to.

Still, this just made Layla even more curious.

When she looked at the screen, her heart felt like it skipped a beat. The towel she had covering herself had fallen out of her hands, and she didn't even bother to cover up her bare naked body.

On the computer screen was an envelope with a crest attached in red. It imitated the letters from the old times when wax used to be used to seal essential letters. In this case, the seal being used was an angel with its wings having been removed falling to the side. It was a letter from Pure.

They had their ways of getting information to their members, Pure, in reality, was a much bigger and more influential group than the government would have liked the public to know.

Layla's hand was shaking as she went to select the Letter.

'What could they want now, do they want me to do something, maybe even attempt to assassinate someone?' Thoughts were running through her head. There were many different tasks an agent needed to do, and she felt quite lucky when they told her to just gather information about the academy as she saw fit.

The Letter could very well be her first real mission. Eventually, she plucked up the courage and clicked on the Letter, the digital screen imitated the seal being open and the contents of the Letter were shown.

"Agent 100, you have been ordered to lose and drop out of the tournament as soon as possible."

The contents of the Letter were short, and it didn't expand on instructions or even explained why, it was merely telling her to purposely lose her next match.

Her bath time was ruined, and her whole night for that matter. The task was an easy one, and she was thankful for that. She wasn't really going to try in the event anyway. Still, she couldn't help but wonder why it was so important for her to drop out of the event.

The only thing it would allow her to do was a return to the others side.

'Are they planning an attack?' This dreaded thought had now chilled her mind.

If they weren't planning an attack, they were planning something big. Every year this event took place and so far they had never targeted it. It was expected at some point they would, and this might very well be the year.

Having arrived at the target practice area, Layla started to notice something strange. The other students seemed to be hurdled up in groups and were talking about something. She was able to catch a few words here or there, and she had also expected them to be talking about their upcoming events.

"Hey did you see that video?"

"Yeah, it went viral pretty quickly."

"Do you think you could do that?"

"Are you crazy, it must be fake right?"

"But it happened here. It was one of the students from the bases. Look at the date and time stamp, and even in the description they mentioned what had happened."

"That's what I don't understand, though. Clearly, this person was a skilled fighter. But if this happened yesterday at the arcades up top, then that means he isn't a participant in any of the events. Even if he had a weak ability, there is even a martial arts event. Heck, there's an event based on this very game. So why didn't he join."

Without any context to what the students were talking about, Layla was perplexed and was quite curious as well. That's when she heard her name being called out from behind.

"Hey, Layla!." Logan shouted. "Do you have a second?"

As soon as Logan had left his room, he had been looking around to try to find Layla, trying to see if she had heard or seen the video herself.

Standing upright, trying to make herself look energised, Layla turned around.

"What's up."

"Judging by you not saying anything I guess you haven't seen." Logan then placed out his hand, and the little spiders from his suit started to detach themselves until eventually, they formed a small screen and tablet.

The video was a recording of one of the gaming booths from the top left corner. The student was angled, and the camera was positioned slightly behind so one could see the machine as well as the student's fast hand movements. What was shown was a student being able to clear a level four game, while the machine itself looked like it hadn't moved an inch.

Layla had tried one of these machines before and could see how impressive it was. In the video, the figurehead had been altered and blurred thanks to the uploader wanting to keep the person's identity a secret.

"It's cool and all, no wonder everyone is talking about it, but why did you want to show it to me so badly?" Layla asked.

Logan then gave a command to his little spiders, to alter the video. The blur from the person's head was removed, and now curly hair with a pale skin could be seen. It was still hard to see the student, but for those who were around him a lot, she could tell who it was.

It was Quinn. "What the hell is he doing?" She asked.

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Chapter 304 Prove them wrong

The video had already spread around, and it looked like many in the room were already talking about it. The feat itself wasn't so impressive but the fact that a student of their age was able to do such a thing was. In the game, no abilities could be used, and some were even beginning to think the person in the video must have had some type of speed ability.

However, gaming systems usually had some countermeasure against abilities being used in this type of place and this was no exception. Due to the event not allowing the use of abilities, trackers and such were invented to see when MC cells were activated in a specific area. It was the same type of technology that was used in the watches.

Although the game couldn't stop the use of abilities, it could detect if someone was using it or not. The video had clearly come from someone who had full control of the video system that day. It would be silly for them to upload a fake video but not impossible.

Right now, Layla wanted to confront Quinn and have a go at him, trying to think about just what was going through his head at the time, but it was impossible.

"Don't worry about it so much," Logan said. "I just wanted to make you aware. I plan to lose my matches as soon as possible and try to help out Quinn when I am above. The video blurs out his face, but anyone interested enough would be able to do what I did. Not that I think they could tell it was him, but I think we should be prepared just in case."

Layla nodded in response and the two of them parted ways as Logan went off to the training area in his section. What Logan had said had reminded Layla of her own task that had been given. She too, was meant to lose the match as quickly as possible.

With a lot on her mind, she took out her beast bow and placed an arrow in from her quiver that was attached down the side of her leg. There were multiple targets all different distances away. They would continually pop up and pop down at random intervals. Making it hard for one to get the pattern.

Letting go of the arrow, it flew out quite fast, just as the arrow was about to hit one of the targets, she held it in place with her ability. When the target popped back up again, she allowed it to go forward and hit.

The event Layla was in allowed her to use her abilities; she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing considering how weak her abilities were. If it were an event like this one where the goal was just to hit the targets, then she would do pretty well. Or at least not horribly.

The students were told what they needed and what they were allowed to bring, but the finer details would only be revealed once the event started. This way, none of the students were able to prepare an unfair advantage beforehand.

Layla continued to hit targets in this fashion. She didn't do anything fancy and just hit them slowly one by one. She just wanted to do a repetitive task to focus and clear her mind right now.

One of the arrows had left and was floating about, she held the arrow still in place once again, waiting for the target to pop up and hit it. But when the target popped up again, another object went flying past her arrow, hitting the target before she could even do anything.

"Sorry, I didn't realise you were after that one." a girl said.

As she turned her head, she saw a long-legged straight blonde haired girl standing by her side. She too had a bow in her hand, although it looked a lot more impressive than hers. Perhaps at the advanced tier.

Next to her were two more students. A boy and a girl who looked like a pair of brother and sister. They both had the same short hair parted off to the side. If it weren't for the fact that one of them had big melons in a particular area, she would have found it impossible to tell apart.

The girl had what looked like a giant version of a slingshot on her back. In contrast, the boy had several small tomahawks.

Layla decided to ignore what had just happened and continued doing what she was doing. Once again she fired her arrow hitting some targets, then when she needed to hold the arrow in place to wait for the target again. The same thing had happened. Another object pierced the target she was about to hit.

This time, laughter from her side could be heard, and it was from the same group of people again.

This annoyed Layla, but she knew it was best to be the bigger person and moved over a little to a different part of the targeting section.

When she fired her arrow again, before it could even reach the target, something came out from the side knocking her arrow and snapping it in half.

Still, she knew she was the bigger…

"What the hell are you guys doing!" She snapped at them.

"I'm sorry." The girl at front said. "It's just your arrows were moving so slowly we thought they were targets to hit as well."

Annoyed by her words, Layla readied her bow and this time placed three arrows inside, shooting them at three different targets at the same time. The female quickly followed with the same and shot three arrows after Layla's. The speed of the arrows was far greater than hers and knew they would soon catch up.

She was expecting this after seeing the weapon being used was better than hers. She decided to use her ability to throw the arrows off course.

"Serve's you right cocky bi.." But just as she was about to finish her thought.

The arrows from behind also moved direction, changing the path, and had hit them, causing them to fall to the ground.

The women started to walk over to Layla.

"It makes me sick to think someone has the same ability as me, yet is at such a low level and has come to participate in the same event as me." The girl said. "If people were to see your poor skills with the bow, they'll start to think my ability is useless, making it harder for me in the future. Let me give you a piece of advice. Just drop out of the event, don't fire a single arrow and give up. even if you tried you would come in last place anyway."

Layla wanted to say something back, but the girl had already started walking away, and for some reason, the sick feeling in Layla's stomach was felt once again. It felt like recently everyone was telling her to give up on the event.

'Is it because everyone thinks I'll lose even before trying?' She thought.

Layla wasn't as weak as she thought. Although her ability was level two, her fighting sense was at a high level. In some cases, she would fare well facing against level 3 or 4 students as long as they didn't have high-level beast gear on. But as she started hanging around with the others, she began to feel useless.

And even now, others who had never met her before assumed her as useless baggage, and even the organisation she was in. Instead of informing her of the plan they had, or giving her a critical mission, they were literally telling her to hide and run away.

"Prove them wrong." A deep voice said from behind.

When she turned around, she could see a reasonably bulky square-headed man. It was someone she had never met before and wasn't in her event, so she was wondering just what he was doing here.

"The best way to shove it in peoples faces like them is to prove them wrong. And when you see their faces after, treasure that moment because that's the best feeling." The student said with a sadistic smile on his face. It looked like he had the experience of doing this himself at some point.

The important thing was though that Laya thought what this student was saying was right.

'Screw them all.' she thought. So what if everyone thought she was going to fail in the tournament. The only thing she could do now was to prove them wrong. All she wanted to do now was at least pass the first round of events. She would show them and everyone watching from wherever they were hiding.

"Thanks for cheering me up err..." She said, trying to guess the student's name. She had the urge to call the boy 'blocky' based on his appearance but felt it was a bit rude after he had been so nice to her.

"The name's Nate." He said helping her before she crushed his feelings. "Actually, I was wondering if you could help me, you don't know a student by the name of Larry Steel, do you?" he asked.

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Chapter 305 The wrong person

"It looks like she had no clue who Larry Steel was after all," Nate said as he continued to look around the room.

Nate was hoping that perhaps someone as skilled as the Blood evolver would be well known. To the point where if he went around asking others from the same military school, they would have instantly recognized the name. This was why he continued to go about asking students from other military factions if they knew of the person named "Larry."

So far there was no success. Out of all the students who were preparing for their events, the students taking part in the fighting tournament were the most cautious. Everyone there was trying their best to hide their abilities and instead was doing some other form of training.

This was because, if one knew the other person's ability before fighting them, it would be a big advantage. With nothing else to do, all Nate could do was wait for the first round of the tournament. There no one would be able to hide their abilities anymore.

"Hey, Larry, how are you doing bro?" A student's voice from behind was heard.

Instantly, Nate turned around hearing the name Larry. A medium-sized male student stood behind him, and looking at his uniform he could tell he was a first-year student.

'This has to be him.' Nate thought.

Inching his way closer, Nate started to perform some lunges near the area. He did this so he wouldn't look so suspicious when coming towards the group of people and it also made sense since he was in the fighting tournament.

The two students, Larry and his friend were busy talking away when from the corner of their eyes, they could see what looked like to them, an idiot performing lunges. It was clear that for whatever reason, the person was trying to get closer to them.

"Can I help you?" Larry asked, not being able to take the awkwardness anymore. He felt embarrassed for the student.

"Oh don't mind me, I'm just warming up for the fighting tournament," Nate replied, after switching Legs and lunging his way closer to them again.

Ignoring the strange man, the group started to move away.

It looked like his plan had failed.

Seeing that his brilliant idea didn't work, he decided to just continue practising while looking at the two students. The two of them started to practice together, sparing, performing kicks and punches. It didn't look bad but it didn't look impressive either.

"So you're hiding your skills huh?" said Nate. "Don't worry, when you go up against me, you can use your full strength. No, I'll make you use your full strength.

Nate then started laughing to himself loudly as he thought of the upcoming fight. A rematch between him and the blood evolver.

It was morning and Quinn had trouble sleeping through the night. Every hour or so he would be woken up by the dreaded pain as his health continued to go down.

[21/95 HP]

It was important to keep this going for now as he needed to curb the addiction away. Sooner was better than later and then he would be able to get stronger once again using the different types of blood. The event was the perfect time to do this, as there were far too many people all over the place for him to do anything in secret anyway.

Before leaving the room, Quinn had placed his newly obtained armour into his dimensional space. After he decided to test out everything was working as it should have done and used his skill Shadow equip.

The boots, the chest piece and his gauntlets all appeared at once.

[Status]

[Level 18]

[10,750/25,600 exp]

[21/ 95 HP]

[Strength 23 (7)]

[Agility 26 (5)]

[Stamina 19 {1)]

[Charm 24 (1)]

[defence 27]

As the item description said, the chest piece added a stat point to each one of his different stats and also increased his defence. It was a shame that none of the equipment he had, also came with an active skill like the boots. However, he knew this was rare and hard to come by.

There was still a lot of exp to be obtained before reaching level twenty, the next step for Quinn in his vampire evolution. It would be difficult now since there were no more planned expeditions for the year to other portal planets. This was the easy way for Quinn to gain experience by defeating beasts for the first time.

If he was to fight some strong opponents in the tournament though, perhaps it would have helped him. But he knew that was near impossible. Quinn was still registered as the substitute, but it felt like something in name only. It was unlikely Peter would be able to escape from whatever they had planned.

He also looked at his inventory where the intermediate crystal could be seen. It was just the item he needed to create a short sword from the shop. When he got back, he planned to craft the gear and hand it over to Vorden. It was a good weapon but wasn't quite compatible with him using his blood skills, such as hammer strike or Blood spray.

He also thought it would be good for Vorden to have a weapon for himself, just in case he didn't have a good ability on hand to use.

To the left of his bed on top of the drawer was a little pamphlet. It continued the schedule of events for the day and what was being shown where. There was around an hour left before the first set of events had started and Quinn was wondering which one he should go to.

After looking at the long list, apart from the three main events none of them seemed too interesting for him. While scrolling through the list he managed to spot one called "Block, Block.". He seemed to remember that the game he had participated in yesterday was called the same thing.

'Is it an event to do with the game yesterday?' He recalled playing and seemed to have quite some fun with the machine. Perhaps it was something he could enjoy watching before the main events.

*knock *Knock

"Hey Quinn, move your arse let's go!" Fex shouted through the door.

Putting his equipment back into the dimensional space, he took the pamphlet with him and answered the door.

"Hey, where's Vorden?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know I came to get you first," Fex replied.

When looking down the hallway they spotted Vorden coming towards them.

"Sorry about that, I had some things to deal with." He said smiling.

"Any ideas on what you want to go see?" Fex asked.

"I was thinking about this." Quinn pointed to the block, block event and the others were fine with it. Just like him, they were not really interested in anything apart from the main events anyway.

When the three boys left the hotel, the outside area was vastly different from before. It was a nice sunny day and the sky was blue with hardly any colours inside. It was the perfect day to have an event like this on.

Seeing the Sun though gave Quinn the chills. The ring protected him now from the sunlight's effects, but it was as if his mind naturally started to react to the fact the sun was so bright. Maybe a placebo effect that the sun still affected him in some way.

On the top platform, it was filled with both students and members of the public, unlike yesterday. Nearly all the stalls were busy and people looked to be having a good time playing games and eating food and such.

"I almost forgot that it wasn't just the military watching this event." When Fex said these words he realized something. This might also be the perfect time for them to send someone after him.

He knew how good their information gathering was and they should have known where he was by now. In a way, being at the military base where no one knew where they were was a good hideout for Fex. But a place like this where it was open to the public, it was only a matter of time before he would be taken back.

He looked at Quinn and Vorden walked off into the crowd of people, heading towards the events.

"I might have to say goodbye to you soon..." He mumbled as he quickly followed after the two.

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Chapter 306 The big screen

Walking around on top of the arena was a bit harder compared to the other day. It was now fully filled and bustling like a city centre with a sale on the weekend.

"A big event that attracts people from all over," Vorden said.

Luckily the platform was quite large and wide, allowing plenty of space for the vast amounts of people to move around. At the moment, most of the people were gathered around the screens that were stationed ever so often along the circular path. They were now turned on and were displaying the starter events for the day.

The "block, block" event that the group wanted to go to was stationed on screen seven. While walking by, they managed to catch a few events on the other screens. On one of the screens, there was a soccer match going on that allowed the use of specific abilities. There were complicated rules for which abilities were allowed and not allowed for this event.

It seemed quite hectic and was hard to follow along, but after the introduction of ability soccer, normal soccer just seemed boring to watch.

The next screen they passed there were giant pillars as tall as a house. The students were told to use their abilities and craft the most beautiful object they knew of, and there were even more going on.

It was such a joyous day, and the atmosphere around them was great. Usually, on a day-to-day basis, Quinn would have someone throw an insult or a slur towards him, but everyone was far too focused even to notice him or the others there.

He felt guilty that he wouldn't be able to enjoy the events that were going on, for he had Peter on the back of his mind. Even if he knew why they decided to do this to Peter, he still didn't know what they would do after, nor could he do anything. He wasn't able to get strong enough in time and hoped that after using Peter as bait like Logan thought they would allow Peter to live at school a bit longer before moving him on to trial.

In that time frame, Quinn would try to get as strong as possible and save him.

Eventually, they had finally reached screen seven, and there was already a large crowd in this section. In fact, it was the largest crowd compared to all the other screens. At first, it was mostly filled with just students, but later on, adults and others from different factions came to take a look since they too were wondering why the event was so popular.

"I didn't know Block was such a popular game?" Quinn said.

"It isn't," Vorden replied. "I never expected there to be this many people."

The group walked through some of the people who were at the back, not paying attention until they eventually found some seats around the middle area. There were seats for those who wanted to stay and watch the event permanently in front of every screen. There were then standing areas towards the back and sides, for those who might want to continue to walk around and see the other events.

Most people preferred to stand. That way, they could go to the stands or watch the other events and come back to the ones they enjoyed first, But because Quinn and the others didn't want to watch anything else, they were happy just to sit down.

"Sorry," Quinn said as they passed a man that they didn't have any military uniform on and sat in the three seats next to him. The man was sitting at the very end of the row.

After sitting down and watching the event for a while, they realized how boring a game it was to watch rather than play. The game was currently at level three, and they needed to witness multiple students to do the same thing again and again, clearing the same level.

It wasn't an exciting atmosphere like last night, and there were even a few in the crowd starting to yawn.

"I think we might have made the wrong decision to trust you to pick the event," Fex said, yawning himself and stretching his arms.

"I'll go get us some drinks and snacks. You guys can wait here." Vorden said as he left his seat.

"Don't worry," The man sitting next to them said as he brushed his long hair that went down to his collar bone away and placed them behind his ears. "Although the beginning is a bore, this type of game gets better in the later rounds." He said with a smile. When looking at the man, he had beautiful clear skin and didn't look a lot older than twenty.

Both Fex and Quinn didn't know what to say, so they just smiled back at the man and carried on watching the event.

What he said was true, Quinn thought. The later rounds would be far more exciting, and he would love to see others' perform at a level beyond five.

As the levels went up, more students started to get knocked out. It didn't seem like it was because they couldn't do it, but instead was due to the event's nerves and pressure. They had made silly mistakes at crucial times.

The atmosphere was still tame. However, that all seemed to change when they had announced they would start to move onto level four.

The audience members seemed to perk up and started chatting heavily among themselves.

"Is there something big that happens when it reaches level four?" Fex asked.

"Not that I can remember when we played yesterday. It was the same right, even up till level five. It just got faster, and the attack patterns changed slightly." Quinn replied.

The man sitting next to them had overheard their conversation.

"Oh, so you managed to bet the game at level five. I might say that's quite impressive, what's your top level?" The man asked.

"I don't know," Quinn replied. "We stopped playing after Level five. We were only playing because of a bet anyway.

Vorden soon returned with the drinks and snacks, and by now, a few students had already passed and were knocked out by the level four machine. Then when the next participant started, he did something that seemed odd. Instead of blocking the attacks, it looked like he was trying to hit the machine as soon as it moved.

The students had gone wild after seeing this.

"Is it him? So he was at the event after all!" A Student shouted.

But soon after, he had made a mistake and had hit the machine before it even moved.

"Fake!" Another shouted.

"I guess he couldn't be in the tournament, especially if he were in the video. It happened here on the top floor, remember?" Another said.

Quinn and Fex, with their hearing, were able to overhear the students talking. When hearing what they were saying, they looked at each other. Unsure about what was happening.

They didn't say a word but had a dreadful feeling in the back of their minds.

The game continued with several other students attempting to do the same thing. They were hitting the machine as soon as it moved to make it look as if it was standing still. In the end, not a single student was able to achieve it, and even the favorite to win the competition was knocked out.

The man who was sitting by their side was finding the whole thing strange. He had watched the event multiple times in the past years but had never seen anything like this happen. Nor the level of excitement coming from the other students nor the strategy the participants were using.

"Can I ask?" The man said to the student sitting in front of him. "Why are they all attempting to attack the machine like that? Why not just play the game like normal."

"You mean you haven't seen the video?" The student replied back. "My guess is the contestants saw the same thing we all did. There's a video of someone playing the game at level four, who was able to attack the machine before it even moved. He managed to clear the level perfectly, not making a single mistake while doing this."

The sound of something hitting the floor and then ice spilling all over the place was heard. When the man turned around, he noticed that the student sitting by his side had dropped his drink.

'What the hell? How do they know about the video?' Quinn thought.

The level four event had ended, and since there were now very few participants, the events team needed to do something to fill the time. They decided that they would interview the favorites to win the event. It was quite a shock since most of the participants had been knocked out earlier than planned.

On-screen, one of the students was being interviewed who went by the name of Kyle. He was the favorite to win the event but had attempted to do the strange actions and was knocked out in the process.

"Kyle, we just wanted to ask, what made you change tactics like that? We saw many here today attempt the same thing you did today, but it seemed like a risky move that didn't pay off." The female interview asked.

"This game has become too easy in the past. I knew that if I played usually, I would have had a high chance of winning, but what's the point when most likely the best person in this game isn't even participating. After seeing someone do what seemed like an impossible task, I decided I would try to challenge him in my own way. The plan was to emulate what this person had done in a video I saw today. If I achieved that at level four, I would try to do the same at level five and send out a challenge to him.

It turns out after attempting and failing at a level four. I respect this student even more."

The screen then went back to the interview, who had a few more words to say.

"For those of you unaware, the video Kyle was talking about was uploaded last night. It had become an overnight sensation due to the timing of things and how it was filmed and done only a day before this very event and at this exact place. The video will be played on the screen now for you all to see."

The screen changed once again, and now full on the big screen in front of everyone, the video of Quinn in the gaming booth was then shown. His face was blurred out, but the others, even though it was their first time seeing it, they could clearly tell it was Quinn.

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Chapter 307 This easy

The three boys continued to watch the video, which was being played on the huge screen in disbelief. For some reason, that one minute video felt like a three hour long movie. All Quinn wanted to do now was run up there and shut it off and erase everyone's memory.

"Hey, Quinn, isn't that…" Fex immediately had his hand grabbed over by Vorden and Quinn, who were standing by his side. The two boys then quickly dragged Fex out of the seats as they disappeared out of the crowd.

"Fex, are you crazy?" Vorden shouted in a soft but angry voice. Knowing that there could still be others around.

The video had now finally stopped playing, and the interviews carried on with other participants who had attempted the same method.

"No one knows it's Quinn, and you were just about to reveal to everyone it was him."

The video blurred out Quinn's head, making him unrecognizable. The only thing that could be seen was a blurred person wearing the school uniform. However, Vorden was concerned about whether someone could deblur the video, would they be able to see the face or not? Unfortunately, Vorden wasn't the right person for things like this, and he wished he could speak to Logan right now and dim his curiosity.

Annoyed that he was suddenly dragged away, Fex stepped back a bit and brushed away some of the crumbs of food that had fallen all over him in a rush.

"What did you say, no one knows it was him, right? Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that one. Because there were five other people with us at the time, who do know it was him." Fex said.

"I don't think that's a problem," Quinn replied. "This video seemed to have already spread, right? If they wanted to, they could have already told everyone. In a normal case, someone would be happy for this to happen. Perhaps there are already people coming forward, even claiming that they were the ones in the video. Zac probably thinks I will do the same and when I do try to discredit it and ruin my big moment."

"Still, just to be safe, I think we should go looking for them and try to clear their memories a bit." Fex suggested. "Let's split and search for them. We should have done this yesterday, but I didn't think such a small thing like this would become a big deal. Damn it! all we did was play a freaking game."

The boys agreed it was always better to be safe than sorry, and even if Quinn was right about his thoughts, there was a chance one could change their mind later on and this small mistake may bring up huge trouble for them.

"It's best if we split up, we can cover more ground then and find them faster. Use the watch to send a message as soon as you see them." Vorden said.

The three boys quickly split and headed off into different sections as they searched for Zac and the others.

While this was all happening, the strange man that was seated next to them couldn't help but find all of their actions odd. Everything changed as soon as the video started to play he noticed.

'Was one of them in the video?' The man thought. Otherwise, it didn't make sense based on the actions and what they were currently doing now.

'What an interesting bunch of kids.' He thought as he chuckled to himself.

Just then, another older looking man approached him from the side. He wore regular plain clothing that didn't make him stand out much. When gaining access to the area, the public, including the students who weren't participating in any events, were told to hand over all of their beast equipment or leave them behind.

"Sir, the main events will start soon. They instructed me to bring you and the others to an appropriate place as soon as possible." The old man said, bowing down.

"Just when I thought I found something more fun to do." The man said as the two of them walked off.

Vorden was running about pretty recklessly; unlike yesterday, there were far too many people to check to see if they could find them. Other than Zac, many of them had pretty unmemorable faces as well. The first area Vorden decided to check where each of the screens nearby. At least then, he would be able to get someplace high and see from the top if he could spot anyone.

Looking around, Vorden was trying to see if there was anywhere high he could get a clear view from.

"Need any help?" A voice called over.

"Sam?" Vorden replied as he turned around.

The two boys quickly started exchanging information, and Vorden explained what was going on and the reason for the worried look on his face.

"Actually, I already saw the video as well." Sam replied, "And you're in luck, you don't have to worry about those guys, let me explain…"

Early in the day, Sam had decided to pay a visit to the gaming centre and wanted to talk to the admin man who had uploaded the video. There was no one else who had access to that footage, or at least not that part on that particular day.

When he had arrived, Zac and his group were already there trying to get the original video file from the man. After listening in for a while, it turned out after the video was a big hit, the group tried to get video proof of what the person looked like or their name.

It turns out they had already attempted to reveal to the people who the blurred figure was, but with no name and only the description of curly hair, it was hard for them to believe. In the video, one couldn't even see if the person had curly hair.

It went a step further when they mentioned the student had a level 1 ability level on his wrist watch; they thought this would have been a stand out feature, instead to others, it just became a big lie that was unbelievable. In the end, people completely ignored them.

After that incident, they were embarrassed to tell others who they thought it was, so instead, they wanted to get the original video file. However, the man-in-charge was determined not to give access to the video to anyone and even claimed the file had already been deleted and rewritten over. Now it was impossible to recover.

The man only wanted to share the incredible feat, but didn't want the pressure to be put on the student. If Quinn himself were to come here and ask for the original video, he would have given it to him on the spot.

With nothing else to do, the group eventually left the place in disappointment. That's when Sam noticed the main culprit from yesterday wasn't there, Zac.

The students were coming towards Sam, so he decided to hide himself and pretend he was doing something else and tried to listen to their conversation.

"I can't believe Zac wouldn't come with us, that Wimp. I thought he was better than that."

"I'm telling you man, after yesterday, he just said he doesn't want any business with that fellow. It's like he was traumatized or something." The students said as they walked past him.

After learning about this incident, Vorden's heart started to calm down a little. It was too much sometimes to keep this many secrets in this small group. His own was enough.

Knowing that everything was okay, Vorden decided to send a message to both Quinn and Fex to explain the situation.

At the same time, Quinn had received the ping he had just found Zac. Using his hearing and a keen sense of smell, he was eventually able to locate him from yesterday. When there were large crowds of people, all he needed to do was repeatedly use his inspect skill until he found the right person.

As soon as Zac's eyes met up with Quinn's, he gulped. Remembering that strange feeling when he couldn't control his body. He didn't move or run away and just followed Quinn off to the side. When the two of them reached the edge of the arena, Zac constantly looked over at the railing.

Thoughts ran through his head of the possibilities this crazy person might have done. He even assumed that his ability might have been mind control. If he could control his body and tell him to stand still, maybe he could also make his death look like a suicide.

"I promise I haven't told anyone, and I won't. I don't even know your name or what military school you're from. From others, I heard no one believed them either, and even they know nothing about you." Zac said quickly.

Quinn hadn't even asked anything or used his influence skill and had already gotten all the information he needed.

'Why couldn't everything be this easy.' He thought.

Standing in the middle of the pathway was Fex. He was unmoving, and his watch was continually blinking, informing he had a message that Vorden had just sent. Multiple people walked past and around him, but his eyes were staring dead ahead, and he didn't even blink for a second.

A few meters away, another figure stood there still…

"I finally found you, brother."

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Chapter 308 Supreme Commander

Out on the busy platform, things were starting to settle down a bit. The public who had been invited to watch the starter events were being moved out to their seats in the arena. This was because the first main event for the day was about to start soon. With fewer people on the top platform, it was now easier to move and find people.

Quinn had quickly met up with Vorden and was surprised to see Sam there with him. They both started to explain the details of what had happened over at the VR gaming centre in the morning. After hearing everything was okay, he felt like he could finally relax.

"Hey, where's Fex? Did you send out a message to him too?" Quinn asked.

"I did," Vorden replied. "I sent one out the same time as I sent one to you, telling him our location and everything. I wonder why he isn't here yet."

"The first main event will start in around fifteen minutes." A speaker sounded informing all of the students as well as the public to get ready for the first main event.

"We'll head back to the screen near our hotel, just send him another message to meet us there," Quinn said.

"Wait, aren't you worried about him?" Sam asked. "What if another group like yesterday approaches him." Sam was a little concerned after what had happened yesterday. He wasn't ignorant of the behaviour and actions treated towards low levels. He seemed to remember yesterday that not only Quinn but Fex was a level one user as well.

If another group of people were to approach him, it could be bad news again without his friends around.

"Don't worry about him, I can't imagine anyone scaring away that guy," Quinn replied.

The group, including Sam, had decided to watch the main event together. Although Sam's Hotel was quite far away from theirs, he didn't mind the walk back in the evening. If he were to go back and watch it near his hotel screen, he wouldn't have anyone to watch it with anyway. At least not until Nate was knocked out of the competition and he couldn't imagine that happening on the first day.

When arriving at the screen things looked a little different to when the events were played earlier on in the day. The screen had moved outward and looked like they were all hovering in the air above the arena. It allowed students to look over the edge and either watch the event from up high in the actual area or see sufficient detail on the screen.

Several drones were flying about in the arena, each with a camera attached. It would be used to record as much detail of the events as possible. Most students would decide to watch it via the screen, but it was still nice to see what the real thing looked like from above.

The boys decided that they would peek over to see what the first stage of the main event was like. Everything that was out before had been cleared and right now there were a total of one hundred and forty small little raised platforms out. On the platform was a workbench of some sort with several other items and even a hot furnace behind them.

While the others had their eyes glued on the stage, Quinn and both Vorden noticed something else. Inside the arena, there was one section of seats that had been cleared out, and in its place was a very large luxurious booth. There was see-through glass allowing all the others to see what was inside.

Inside the booth were five relatively large grand chairs inside. There were also already several soldiers standing at each side of the room, still like a statue. All of them wore the same beast gear that looked to be of very high quality. It was a standout because not many people in the arena had such beast gear on as they weren't allowed due to safety precautions.

It was natural for not only Quinn, but for those around to pay attention to the booth, and he had a pretty good feeling he knew who those seats were reserved for.

Then it looked like the first person had arrived in the special booth. The soldiers in the room didn't bow down like they usually would when greeting a guest of high honour. Instead, they immediately went down on one knee and placed their fist on the ground. As soon as Quinn saw the person, there was no need for an introduction.

There probably wasn't a single person who didn't know of this man. He continued to walk past the others, his heavy boots hitting the ground. He looked through the clear glass and adjusted his red-tinted sunglasses. Finally, as he sat down in the middle seat of the five, his whole face could be seen. On his chin was a little patch of facial hair, and on the top of his head was a full mop of hair that had streaks of grey going through. It was hard to tell if it was dyed due to the pattern or whether it was just their old age.

Once the man was comfortably sat in his seat, the other soldiers stood up in the room and saluted. "We welcome the supreme commander."

The man sitting in the seat was the supreme commander Oscar White one of the men hailed as a hero during the time of the great war.

When the war had started against the Dalki race, the enemy had done something unexpected. When the Dalki first arrived, it was clear they were under attack by a form of higher intelligence. They had better equipment and technology than humans. However, when the humans first saw the appearance of the Dalki, they looked strange and more like that of a wild animal mixed with a human.

This caused the leaders at the time to be hesitant, thinking about whether or not these were the real enemy or not. In their naivety, they never expected the Dalki to pull off what they had done. While the main forces were in battle, at the start of the war the Dalki had chosen to assassinate each of the top countries leaders around the world.

This was to cause chaos and confusion amongst the humans, and for a short time, their plan had really worked. That was until the head of the allied Earth forces at the time had decided to take charge. The person's name was Oscar White.

Later on, after the war, he had given himself the title of supreme commander and then appointed the seven head generals of the other basis. Of course, not everyone agreed to this, and there was the disturbance of ability users running wild. It was later on that the big three families would be established and further along the line Truedream would be added to make it the big four.

In the rose-like building that was seen whilst on the train, there was something called the leader's table inside. Whenever a big decision was to be made, the supreme commander, the seven head generals and the big four would be called together.

Seeing the first person to enter was the supreme commander, it looked like Quinn's guess of who the other four seats were for was spot on.

"Will the others be arriving?" Oscar asked his personal aide on his right that stood by his side. It was a female who wore a fairly short skirt and round glasses with a ponytail. Rather than looking like she worked for the army, she looked like a security for a big tech company instead.

"They should be here any second sir."

As she said that, the doors from behind opened wide and the four others entered after.

The first person to enter was a large man who looked to be in his fifties, with a huge apple-like belly. His hair was a scruffy mess that went up into a triangle shape, and his nose was large and round as well. He went on to sit in one of the empty seats, and as he sat down, he gave a loud belching burp. As the air left his mouth, a stream of fire came out with it before quickly disappearing into the air.

"Burnie Sunshield, leader of one of the big four families, with the ability of fire," Sam said.

The next to follow after him was a female, who seemed to be mostly dressed in black head to toe, and on the top of her head was a pointy hat. The hat was covering most of her facial features as there was also a veil attached. The only thing that could be seen through was her large smile and her purple dark hair.

Not a word was spoken as she sat down in her seat as well.

"Mona Bree, the only female to be part of the big four and head of the Bree family, their ability, beast tamers," Sam explained once again.

Just behind her was someone who didn't need any introduction at all. Vorden and Quinn both saw the man's face. The blood around their body started to pump harder.

"Jack Truedream," Quinn said before Sam could introduce this man. "The ability to steal other's abilities."

The last person in the room surprised all three of them.

"Huh? Wait, this isn't the leader of the Greylash family," Sam said confused as he saw the last person enter.

Although Sam seemed to not recognise the man, Vorden and Quinn did, for it was the same person who sat by the side of them, while watching the Block event. If he wasn't one of the big four, then why was he there?

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Chapter 309 The new head

All five of the seats were currently filled, but Sam was deeply confused, and it seemed like he wasn't the only one, as the others in the remaining seats also looked over at the remaining person sitting down. Whoever it was, it was not one they were expecting.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked, still a little amazed that there was a good chance an important figure was sitting next to them for a while without them realizing it.

"Well, as you can see, the five seats are for the big four family members as well as the supreme commander. However, the leader that should be sitting in the last seat is from the Greylash family. The current leader is an older patient, respected man. This person looks like he just graduated from the military academy."

It was true, even before when Quinn had seen him he felt the man was in his early twenties, that's why the idea that he held a high position never crossed his mind.

"Your information is a little outdated," Vorden said. "I heard that the old man was sick for a long amount of time, there were even rumours that he had already passed away, but for fear of not having a new master, they decided to hide this information from the outside. If my guess is right, they can no longer hide it. The person you're looking at is the new master."

What Vorden had said was very plausible in Sam's mind. The question was, Sam, who prided himself in being exceptionally knowledgeable in current world politics, had heard the same rumours. But it seemed Vorden was equally familiar, if not a little more. This strange group of people started to interest him more, and perhaps Quinn wasn't the only person to look out for.

Inside the special booth, the room was quiet, and the others continued to look in the direction of the young man. They were waiting for him to say something, but he continued to play with his long hair twirling it around his finger with his right hand.

The others remained patient hoping he would say something, but one person's head was furiously starting to shake, as he hated to be ignored and it looked like hot steam was blowing out from his large nostrils.

"Rude, are you not going to say something!" Burnie shouted. "You can tell we are all waiting for you, unless no one told you how to show respect."

Oscar stood up in an attempt to try to defuse the situation. In a way, the military was the bridge between the four big families. It was hard because each power was considered an equal, and the same could even be said for them.

"I'm assuming the elder passed away then, and you are here as a step in?" Oscar asked.

The young man finally turned his head, acknowledging the others in the room. He looked at each one carefully with his narrow piercing eyes. It wasn't an everyday look one would give when looking at someone and the others felt this as well. It was as if he was analyzing every one of them there.

The others sensing this felt a little threatened as if they were about to be attacked at any moment.

"And why would you assume I was only a step in and not the actual new head?" He asked.

The large man started to chuckle.

"Huh, if the Graylashes were stupid enough to appoint such an arrogant young fool like you, then they must have really fallen. In a few years, the Graylashes might no longer be a part of the leaders' table."

The calm look on the man changed ever so slightly after hearing those words. He was no longer playing with his hair and instead pulled his fingers apart between his thumb and index finger. In between these two fingers, a faint blue light could be seen, and if one was to look even closer, little sparks were starting to go off.

"Those are fighting words, if you really want to test my abilities as the new head, we can put on a special exhibition show for everyone to see right here right now." The young man said.

Burnie, in response, stomped his foot in anger. As it hit the ground floor, flames shot up from his feat. It looked like small wings had appeared before quickly vanishing away into clouds of smoke. "I'll burn you to a crisp right at this instant!"

The soldiers standing by watching were all frightened of what was to happen. Right now, it looked as if two of the strongest people on earth were about to do battle. If they were to try to stop them, they couldn't do a thing. It was also a big reminder to everyone; these people in the room were not friends.

If it wasn't for the fact that each of these people had a common enemy, the Dalki. There would still be a civil war between all five of them.

"Please," Oscar said. "Today is an event for the future generation, for the kids to display their skills, not you two. If you wish to fight, then do it after we get rid of the Dalki."

Oscar then walked over to the young man; in all honesty, he too didn't like how the young man was acting. Usually, he had a good read of people's strength, but it was nearly impossible to tell, which truly frightened him.

"I'm sorry for assuming you were only a stand-in. It was my mistake to say so. I will be the first to welcome the new leader of the Graylash family. Please name." Oscar asked.

"Owen Graylash, the new head of the family, the youngest and most powerful head to ever serve." When saying the last line, he looked past Oscar and directly at Burnie.

"Well, he's a confident leader. I'll give him that." Mona said.

"It's a good trait to have." Jack agreed.

With everything having calmed down a little, they each sat adequately in their seats, and it was time for them to enjoy the event now.

The speakers were turned on, and now all of the screens displayed what was happening in the centre of the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you had a wonderful day so far. There were many spectacular events, but as usual, we have saved the best till last. The first round of the three main events will now begin, and to start it all off, we have the wonderful crafting event."

The camera then went on to show the materials of what was on each separate section.

"As you can see, each participant has been given the same materials. The only thing that is missing is the beast crystal. Once all participants are ready, they must try to figure out with their eyes alone what the best use for the beast crystal would be. Then our wonderful judges will decide which equipment is best."

Each of the participants started to appear from underneath the arena and were now entering the ground floor. The participants had a number displayed on their watches, indicating which platform they needed to head off to.

"Hey, there's Logan," Quinn said, still looking over the edge. "Number 33."

"Oh, you have a friend in this event then, I guess I'll keep an eye on him." Just then, Sam tried to squint over the edge where Quinn was looking, but they were too far up to be able to see anything. It just looked like a bunch of ants were down below. Without looking at the screen, there was no way he would be able to see what number any of the participants were wearing.

"You have some good eyesight," Sam said.

"Oh...Thanks." Quinn replied nervously, to which Vorden gently stepped on his foot. It was a reminder to be careful since they were no longer alone. That's when he realized Fex still hadn't arrived and decided to send another message just in case.

"Now, let the tournament begin!" The announcer said.

Immediately, the student started to work away; the first step was to inspect the crystal. Crystals were quite versatile and could create several different weapons and armour, but certain patterns and shapes seen within the crystal could help decide what one would be best to be turned into.

An example, a crystal from a turtle-like beast would usually best be used to make defensive equipment, perhaps even a shield. It could be turned into a weapon but wouldn't be very useful. If one didn't know what beast it had come from, they would only be able to tell by inspecting the crystal.

Once this step was complete, the crystal would need to be melted down to the appropriate temperature, depending on what was to be made. The next step after was deciding the mould and finally mixing the melted beast core with the required metals. Cheap or expensive metals could be used but would affect the quality of the end result.

The rest was down to the forger. Depending on the forger's level, the quality and strength of the weapon or armour would be decided.

Most of the students had already finished inspecting the crystal and had moved on to the melting process.

The camera continued to pan around to the many students working away hard; however, the camera eventually reached one student. A short little one who seemed to be just standing there with his eyes closed. It looked as if he was sleeping in the middle of the tournament.

"What is Logan doing?" Quinn thought.

"Looks like he's asleep if you ask me?" A voice said from behind. As the boys turned their heads, they could see Fex standing there.

"What took you so long?" Quinn replied back.

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Chapter 310 The results of the Crafting even

Quite some time had passed since Vorden had sent out his first message. No matter where Fex was, it shouldn't have taken him as long as it did for him to arrive. It wasn't as if the boys were joined by the hip, and they couldn't do anything themselves. But it was more like there was nothing else to do. The event was the only thing happening right now.

Other than Quinn and them, Fex didn't get along with anyone else being a level one. So he had no one else to watch the show with either.

"Hey come on, did you miss me that much?" Fex said, looking at Vorden who had a strange look on his face. He was still wondering about what could have taken him so long. "Look, don't worry I just had something that really upset my stomach yesterday and was in the toilet, trust me you don't want to go into the boy's toilet by screen four, I think you can still smell it."

Vorden looked at him even stranger now, and even Quinn was starting to feel slightly awkward, and it wasn't the bad jokes.

'Did vampires even get stomach aches?' Vorden thought. 'By bad meal is he talking about blood.'

"So I heard that you guys dealt with the Zac problem all okay huh, why don't you tell me about that. What happened with that." Fex words when spoken were quick and to the point. he wasn't even giving enough time for the others to reply to what he had already said.

Fex was acting really strange. He usually joked about a lot and often, but it felt as if he was trying to force himself this time.

Quinn noticed this and a few other strange things straight away. As soon as Fex arrived, he was sweating; Vampires often didn't even sweat from strenuous activity as they had high amounts of stamina. This was different; this type of sweat was from something else, as if he was scared.

The other thing that made Quinn think this was his heartbeat. The stronger a vampire was usually, the less their bodily organs needed to be used. Their heartbeats were able to be slowed, and the amount of blood and oxygen that needed to be carried around their body was lessened.

So the fact that Quinn could hear that Fex had a fast heartbeat he knew something was up. He wasn't in control of his emotions right now.

'Damn it they know, calm down will you.' Fex said to himself in anger. Seeing that the others weren't buying his act.

"Hey, you said you're friends number 33, right?" Sam called over, "Well, it looks like he isn't doing too well."

Their attention was focused on Fex this whole time that they had forgotten about the competition. When looking at the screen, the camera was once again focused on Logan, and still, he hadn't touched anything.

"Well, it looks like he doesn't care about the event then," Said Vorden.

"You're probably right," Quinn replied.

Hearing this, Sam was quite shocked. How could someone waste an opportunity like this on such a grand stage? Not only were the big four watching, but so were many factions from all over. A forger was highly sorted after so even if the one displayed a little bit of skill, they could quickly join a faction and live the rest of their lives peacefully.

The two decided to question Fex later; acting strange wasn't a call of emergency, it couldn't have been something urgent. Otherwise, Fex would have informed them immediately. They both trusted him now after the many times he had helped them out before.

The timer continued to go down for the event until, eventually, the buzzer had sounded singling the end of the competition.

Using his advanced eyesight, Quinn quickly looked down at all the items that had been made and used his inspect skill.

It allowed him to see each item's stats clearly displayed out, as a screen hovered above each one, at first Quinn was doing this individually looking at an item but then suddenly, a familiar sound was heard.

[Inspect skill has risen to Level 3]

The number of times he had used the skill while looking for Zac and now during the contest had helped greatly and finally, it had risen to level three.

Know when looking at the items, all of them immediately had a screen displaying their stats. There was no longer any need to use the inspect skill on each item individually.

Seeing this, he could see the level of equipment made significantly varied. It seemed like they were only given a basic crystal to make an item.

Some had chosen to make ranged weapons out of the crystal, some chose regular melee weapons, and a few decided on armour. It just went on to prove how difficult a forgers job was. The fact that not everyone had made the same item meant it wasn't; easy to decide what the crystal would be best used for.

However, when Quinn looked using his inspect skill, he could quite clearly see. The ranged weapons and armour had an extra description, saying whatever stat the current weapon was at would be halved. Some of the poorer made equipment only allowed an increase of one strength. With the 50 per cent stat decrease, it practically meant the weapon was only a little better than using one's own fist.

The melee weapon was the right choice giving the user an extra two strength when being used. The perfect melee weapon that could be made from the item was a long sword. Whoever had made a long sword out of the items, it would give an additional three strength. There were very few longswords that had been made with the crystal.

Then finally, there was a difference in the quality and skill of the forger. The ones that had made a longsword, each one of them looked quite different from another. Some just had a basic plus-three in strength, and there was one with a plus-four.

But in Quinn's eyes, there was a clear winner out of them all. For one of the students managed to make a sword with a plus-three to the strength stat, but also it had an added weapon skill.

"The judges have made their decisions. First of all, students who made armour or ranged weapons. You have been knocked out of the competition."

After this was said, about half of the contestants had left the stage, while the rest had passed. The weapons were then further inspected by the judges, but nothing was said as they had all passed anyway. Before the next event was to start, organizers interviewed two students.

The first student was the one that had created the long sword with the added weapon skill. The audience members were a little confused about why he was chosen to be interviewed as they weren't informed about who had made the best weapon, but Quinn knew why.

'Maybe if I don't become a traveller in the future, my skill could be used to become an inspector of beast weapons.' Quinn thought. With just a single glance, he was able to tell a lot of information about a weapon.

The next student who was to be interviewed was Logan, which came as a surprise to many.

"Logan, we just wanted to ask you a question. You were the only student to not make anything out of the materials presented today is there any reason for that?" The female asked as she shoved a microphone directly to his face.

"I am not a forger but an inventor. I find making weapons quite tedious and boring, to be honest with you. I felt because I don't respect the art of forging like others this was not my stage." Logan replied.

From the side, a few of the forgers started to chuckle. "Yeah right, what a good excuse, more like he doesn't know how to forge a weapon. He would just have been embarrassed with whatever he had made." The student had said this quite loudly on purpose trying to embarrass Logan.

Logan then grabbed the mike closer to himself and faced the student. "I assure you, creating something that would best that would best the weapon in your hand would only take a few minutes."

The interview had a huge smile on her face. She loved drama and entertainment, and it was moments like this the crowd loved as well. "Very well, would you like to redeem yourself, Logan, why don't we allow you to create a weapon now and a judge can come over and decide?"

Usually, Logan wouldn't have done something that placed him in the limelight so much. However, he hated it when others said that he couldn't do something when he could. It was as if they were calling him a liar.

"Very well."

Logan walked back up to his section in the arena; all of the equipment was still untouched from before. The event organizers allowed this as usually there was quite a bit of set up time before events and they would delay it with useless speeches or question and answer segments. This was far better than any of those.

They had planned to give Logan the same amount of time as the other contestants thirty minutes; however, Logan didn't need it.

The forgers were allowed to use their abilities, many of them had abilities that would help in the forging process, and Logan was no exception. The little spiders that covered his costume in a small suit started to break down and reform. They gathered on his back and then started to sprout out three individual arms on each side. When they finally finished forming, it looked like Logan himself was a giant spider.

"That's kind of cool, I'm not going to lie." Vorden said.

The arms went to work, and now with eight of them, he was able to do multiple things at once. After five minutes had passed, he had finished creating a longsword.

The crafting speed alone was enough to have the other impressed. They didn't even really care about the quality of the weapon. Still, the judges standing by the side could already tell while watching Logan make the weapon that it was one of decent quality. It wasn't the best weapon to be made today, but for the amount of time it had taken it was better then they had expected.

The interview grabbed the long sword created by Logan, and the one made by the heckler forger from the crowd. She lifted both in the air, and then struck them both against each other as hard as she could.

"We have a clear winner." She said.

As she lifted the sword made by the heckler, the camera zoomed closely on the sword. and there was a reasonably large chip that went in around halfway into the side of the sword. When they turned to look at the one Logan had made, there was but only a small scratch.

The crowd cheered in excitement, as they saw this. They loved someone who could back up his word. They were far too used to braggers who could never achieve what they said, and it seems like Logan was not one of them.

"Your friend is a strange one." Sam said, "If he could do that all along, then why didn't he?"

Quinn started to laugh, as he looked around at the other two, and then Logan down below.

"We're all a little strange." He replied with a smile.

As the crafting event had ended and the judges were discussing what to do with Logan. They had wished for him to continue in the contest, hoping to see his skills once more. However, rules were rules, and they were not able to make an exception. Logan was disqualified and could now return to the others above.

Deep underground, it was time for the next set of contestants to prepare themselves. Layla took in a deep breath, for now, it was time for the Ranged event. Shortly after her's, it was then Peter's turn as well.

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Chapter 311 A time limi

"Fex…Fex...Fex! Can you hear me... Hello?" Quinn said, waving his hand in front of Fex's eyes.

Snapping out of his daze, Fex soon realised where he was.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about how amazing Logan was." He replied.

Quinn had called out Fex's several times, and the others had even left the area where they were watching the main event from. They soon realized that Fex's eyes were still glued to the arena floor. They were about to grab some snacks, yet for some reason, he hadn't followed.

"Hey, seriously, if something's on your mind, you can tell us. You know that right?" Quinn said. "I still remember what you said when we were underground on that planet. We're now blood brothers, right?"

Hearing this from Quinn was meant to cheer him up, but instead, it seemed like it had only made him sadder.

Before Fex had arrived and joined the others, he had a very uncomfortable confrontation with the last person he wanted to see. It was his sister, Silver. He knew that his family would send someone after him. Perhaps even multiple people, but he had never expected them to send over Silver.

His sister was known for upholding the vampire laws no matter what. She was strict and always completed the tasks given to her. The complete opposite of Fex. If it was anyone else, Fex felt like he could have probably convinced them to let him stay. Or even run away, but not from Silver. She was far too powerful and would have never let him stay.

On the platform where the two had seen each other, she slowly walked towards him, and he was frozen in place. Suddenly, thoughts of the others he had met during his time came into his mind, especially Quinn. If he was going to leave, he wanted the chance to at least say goodbye.

When she finally reached where Fex was, she handed him the small silver flask. "This is yours, right?" Silver said. "I found it with a bald-headed teacher. The person seemed quite strong. I thought you might have been dead."

Fex looked at the flask, and knowing that the other one he had was still with Quinn, he knew this had to be his.

"Oh, it is mine, I thought I had lost it."

"You fool!" Silver snapped. "You know how important items like this are. If the family were to find out, then who knows what they would do to you. You've already broken so many rules, don't go around breaking more making your punishment worse."

Fex didn't know what to say. It was hard to argue back, and he just stood there looking defeated.

When Silver saw the sad look in his eyes, a slight pain was felt in her chest. It was true, Silver did care for the vampire rules above everything else. She always completed her mission and was strict on everyone around her. However, Fex didn't realize that she had a soft spot for one person in particular, and that was her little brother.

"I'm here to take you back." She said.

He looked up at her, now with even more sadness in his eyes. He had spent only a couple of months on earth. His dream place and had only spent it at a school. The event was the first time he felt like he was actually doing something different. Playing games and joking around with the others.

"I know, let's just go." He said.

Plodding his feat along as if they weighed a hundred kilos, he walked slowly towards her.

"I still have some unfinished business here, and I can't just take you or leave in the middle of my duty as a teacher. If I was to leave now without telling them I was resigning, they would find it suspicious. I shall inform them after the event is over. You may stay until then. Also during that time, you must clear the memory of those you have gotten close to. We shall alter your files and deal with your disappearance on our end." She explained.

The expression started to change on Fex's face once again. He still had a few more days with the others, and now he at least had the chance to say goodbye.

"However, we shall meet daily. You will update me on what you are doing and where you are. I can't have you going off and disappearing again." She said.

With everything said that she needed to, she started to walk off.

"Thank you, Big Sis," Fex shouted. "You're the best."

Although many couldn't see it, it would have been a rare sight for many. A slight smile appeared on her face.

Still, even though Fex could stay for a few days, he now had a lot on his mind. When he thought about it, maybe he was selfish, wanting to say goodbye. The quicker he had left with his sister, the less chance she had of finding out about Quinn.

This was now a big worry on his mind. No matter what, he didn't want his sister to find out about him. Fex still didn't know the truth behind Quinn but decided to leave it for now. If she were to find out, she would quite possibly insist that Quinn head back with the two of them. Then if they were to find out he had made Peter an illegal, unregistered vampire, it would be hard to stop any punishment he might receive.

When Fex had returned to his friends, all these thoughts were filled in his mind. There was also a good chance that now Silver knew about him, that she would be closely watching him, so he didn't run away.

'Should I warn Quinn about my sister? Or will it only make matters worse?' As long as his sister didn't find out about Quinn, there was no need to worry about them. However, there was one thing he couldn't stop, and that was Peter taking part in the tournament.

The second he started to fight, or she got close to him, she would be able to smell him. No matter what, she would find out about him, and Fex needed a plan.

There was one chance he had, and that was when he would meet up with his sister every day.

The four boys had finished getting their snacks and drinks and were just waiting for the next main event to start. This time rather than watching the match from over the edge, they had decided to find some seats near the big screen. When looking around, they managed to spot someone who had a small crowd around them.

"Look, please, I just want to enjoy watching the next events. If you have anything else to ask, please just send me a message later." As soon as Logan spoke these words, he quickly handed over a contact card that contained his email and contact details. He was never really good at interacting with people, and the attention he was getting wasn't enjoyable at all.

After a few adverse reactions, people started to understand and break away from him.

"You can finally join us then?" Vorden said.

The boys introduced Logan to Sam before deciding to have a sit down together. They quickly discussed the video, and Logan confirmed to Vorden that even if they unblurred the video, it was hard to tell the one in the video was Quinn. With this whole matter settled it felt like a weight was lifted from their shoulders. All apart from Fex of course.

"So, how do you think Layla will do? Did she look okay?" Quinn asked, concerned for his teammate.

"She seemed to be distracted with something else," Logan replied. "When I informed her about your video, her mind was… let's say busy. To be honest, I'm pretty sure she doesn't care for this tournament like us."

Logan didn't need to explain why and couldn't due to Sam being there with them, but the boys knew what he meant. Due to her already being a member of Pure, there was no need for her to try hard.

The event was about to start, and the screen displayed the field where it would take part. Compared to before, it looked like the arena was completely transformed. On the screen now, there was what looked like a little makeshift town. The town looked to be partly destroyed and looked more like ruins. But there were several areas that would allow students to use them as vantage points.

Vorden was the first one to release the place had been built in a particular way made for ranged weapons users to take advantage of.

"I wonder how they managed to make something so fast?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, that's simple," Logan replied. "They just had a few earth users come on stage and make it real quick. I saw them getting ready as I was heading out."

The participants of the event entered the stage once more. All the ranged users entered with their beast weapons by their side, while also wearing a strange red colored chest piece that seemed to cover their entire upper body.

When looking at all the participants closely, not a single one of them wore any beast armour or boots. The only different thing was the weapons themselves. It seemed like each participant was also given different types of material to be used. For bow users, they were given all the same arrows, and the same for the other weapons as well.

The ranged ammunition given to participants was designed to explode on impact and produce a paint-like splatter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, all the participants are now ready for the ranged event, so I will quickly explain the rules. Each person has been given a set amount of ammunition to be used for their ranged weapons. There is a safety period of one minute where participants will not be allowed to attack each other and must enter the small makeshift town.

"If a participant does not follow this rule and chooses to attack they will be disqualified.

"The aim is to hit others while not being hit yourselves. If any bit of paint touches the red marking on the participants' chest a sound will indicate, showing they have been eliminated from the round. Students must quickly exit the field and the red coloured chest piece will turn black showing they are no longer active.

"After the first 40 students have been eliminated, the round will end. Scattered around and inside the building are several ammunition spots where the players may refill.

"Now that the rules have been fully explained, let's get this show on the road!"

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Chapter 312 The firs

The students were randomly split into four groups for this event. Each of them was to enter the small makeshift town from the north, south, east, and west entrances. The layout of the town was like a plus sign. There were several buildings and small alleyways, but larger pathways crossed each other in the centre.

Layla was at the north entrance, and by luck, it seemed like there were a few others that she recognized with her as well. The annoying blonde hair girl along with the brother and sister pair.

"Just my luck to be put in the same group with them."

She took in several deep breaths, for some reason, the nerves were getting the better of her. Usually, she was quite good at calming herself down in these types of situations. Her mother would always tell her that one would only get nervous if they actually cared about what they were about to do.

"Does that mean I actually care about then this lame event?" In truth, she already knew the answer.

'I just have to get through the first round. If I can do that, it will prove I could actually do something on my own and I'm not just some burden on everyone." Layla said to herself, 'Just don't get eliminated, just don't get eliminated, you can do it, Layla.' She carried on repeating these words to herself as if it was some chant. The more she said, the less likely it seemed to become a reality.

Although she was going against Pure's wishes, they hadn't even bothered to explain to her what they had planned to do, which had irritated Layla quite a bit. Going against their orders, she would at least have liked to pass the first round to prove to herself she could do it and then she would immediately eliminate herself from the second round with no problem.

One more day inn the event couldn't hamper there plans too much, and wasn't even like they cared if she didn't.

"Alright, and let the event begin!"

The buzzer had sounded signalling the start of the event, and students from all four entrances had entered the small town. Above the arena, a holographic display of the countdown had begun. Some students had split off immediately from the group and went on to look for their hiding spots, while others already had a few targets in their minds.

And Layla had a sneaking suspicion she had become one of those targets. Right on her back, out of the corner of her eye, She could see the blonde girl and brother and sister pair. Although this was a singles' tournament, it looked like they knew each other beforehand and had decided to team up. While looking around, Layla noticed that this was a tactic that had already been implemented by many.

A lot of people were running together in groups rather than singles.

'Did they decide this beforehand or just now?'

It was too risky for Layla, and she knew no one else in the competition; all her friends were on the outside and if she teamed up with people now how would she know if she could trust them.

Hoping her suspicions were not right. Layla decided to stop going along the straight path and bolted in between two buildings down an alleyway. However, just like she had expected, the other three had followed her.

"Why, why did you have to target me? What did I do? Is it cause I look weak?" She said in anger as she gripped her bow. There were now only fifteen seconds left on the timer before participants were allowed to hit each other and eliminate them.

"That's not fair!" Quinn shouted at the screen. Seeing that Layla had three people on her tail. "Why are they grouping up on her?"

"Quinn, you should know better than anyone that this world isn't fair, not the way it is right now anyway. It's not against the rules, so let's hope she doesn't take this loss hard." Vorden replied.

"Loss, you can't count her out just yet," Fex said positively. "She can still turn this around."

Still, both Quinn and Vorden knew the reality, it was three against one, and they were all also higher ability users. The only chance she had was to try to run into another group of people and hope the two of them fought it out. Allowing one group to eliminate the other.

But Layla wasn't even thinking about this tactic. She never thought of trying to use another group to get rid of the one on her trail. She was too focused on trying to figure out how to get rid of them all by herself. If she didn't, she would have felt even more useless.

She finally decided to enter a small building and headed straight for the stairs. At least this way, she could face them down the stairway one by one as it was quite narrow. When she reached the top, she turned around the corner and waited.

*Beep*

The sound of the buzzer had gone off, indicating once again that the students were now allowed to attack.

"Come on, I need to survive the first round, at least, and even if I don't, I'm taking one of you with me." She gently peeked around the corner, but there was no sound, not even footsteps could be heard or shuffling of any kind.

"Have they given up?" She thought.

Just to make sure, she fired an arrow and twisted it around the corner with her ability, hoping to hit anyone on the other end of the staircase.

*Ding*

A little bell sound was heard, indicating that a player had been hit. A broad smile appeared on her face. When attempting to move she looked down at herself and noticed that her red chest piece had turned black. She was the one who had been hit.

"Hello?" A high pitched voice from the right side said, sounding a little distant.

When she looked outside, it seemed like the voice was coming from a glassless window on the other side of the room. She was on the second floor, and if one were to climb up from the side, they would have either made plenty of noise or exposed themselves to the many other students. Yet she had heard nothing.

Popping her head outside of the window, she could see the blonde-haired girl being lifted by her other to colleagues with wings on their back. They were flapping backwards and forth, allowing them to pick up the girl to reach the window.

As much as she wanted to shout out in anger at the girl, she couldn't. Layla had lost fair, and she hadn't even put up much of a fight.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, seeing that one of their friends had been eliminated. Not only that, but she was the very first student to be eliminated as well.

"Come on," Quinn said. "There's no need to watch this anymore, let's head back to the hotel, and we can try to cheer her up."

He had hoped that Layla truly didn't care about the event; however, he felt like even if one didn't care, it would be pretty embarrassing to be the first one to be eliminated. In the past, she had helped him many times before, and without her, Quinn didn't know what his current situation would have been like. He wanted to be there for her right now.

Being eliminated from the event, Layla left the field and was allowed to head back to her hotel rather than the underground slot. She had made sure to sign out and return the equipment given to her and proceeded to write her name down on a digital tablet.

When she grabbed the pen, she was able to see that she was the first one to have written down her name, confirming she had returned the equipment.

Quickly, a digital signature was placed and she walked off heavy footed.

She took the elevator that went directly to the top of the arena, it was a little walk from where she was, since the underground facilty looped around and had sevearal placed along the way.

The elevator from the arena floor allowed one to go straight into the hotel lobby as they expected some students to want to rest straight away or cool down before doing anything else.

The ride up the elevator felt like it was taking forever to reach the top. When she had lost, she didn't know what emotion to feel. She had tried so hard, and the only thing she wanted to do was get past the first round; when finding out she was the first participant to be eliminated, it hit her even harder.

"I am useless." She said as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Everyone was right, Vorden, Pure, my mother, That girl. They all told me several times that there was no reason for me to be here… Erin, where are you." She cried.

As the elevator made a ding, indicating it had reached the top floor. She made sure to quickly wipe her tears away with her sleeve for fear that there might be someone in the hotel lobby that would have spotted her.

When the elevator doors opened, Layla took a step forward and was surprised to see a single student standing in the hotel lobby, not too far away from the elevator entrance. The purple hair covering her single eye and her face could be seen when she turned around.

"Cia?" Layla called out.

"I've been waiting for you, Agent 100," Cia replied.

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Chapter 313 Very well...

When her eyes met with Cia's for a brief second, Layla was quite pleased to see someone was waiting for her. When Erin had disappeared and left them. It felt like she had no one to lean on, no one to confide in. Erin had been the strong figure that Layla wished she could be, and yet it was something she would never be able to achieve.

However, when she disappeared Layla was a little lost, she had Quinn, but after finding out she was with Pure there bond was a little broken. There was also the fact that Vorden would constantly get in between the two and kept trying to fraction that relationship.

In the middle of all these events that surrounded her, there was a little ray of hope and that was Cia. After the last portal expedition, she had seen a scared little side to Cia during that time. She seemed afraid of Quinn and the others and was confiding in her due to that. Layla, when seeing this, was seeing a version of herself when she looked at Erin. In a way, it made her believe she needed to become a stronger figure to know that someone was relying on her instead of the other way round.

This time, she would be a pillar of support for Cia.

That was until the words spoken out of her mouth were like a thousand knives had been stabbed right in her back.

There was a straight look on the young woman's face, her tone was serious, "I've been waiting for you agent 100," Cia greeted.

There was now not a doubt in her mind, there were only two groups of people that knew her identity, Pure and Quinn's group. However, what Quinn's group didn't know was her agent number, and her ranking had recently just dropped as well. The fact that Cia knew this confirmed that she was part of Pure herself.

"I know you might be shocked, but it was all because of agent five," Cia explained.

Agent five, this meant Cia being close to her was all of her mother's doing. Suddenly a realisation was coming into her head. From the very beginning, since she had entered the academy, Cia had been her roommate. They had specifically told Layla that she was the only agent that was sent to military base two.

'Was everything a lie?' Now she didn't know what to believe. Was hee new friendship Cia fake? Was her acting scared was nothing but an act? What was worse was how much did she already know and how much were they reporting back to Pure.

Her own mother hadn't trusted her to even complete a mission like this, that they had to send backup to look after her. When there was a bond of trust, it went two ways, but her whole life it had always been one-sided. She trusted her mother with the Pure's true intentions even though she had so many questions.

She trusted her mother when going through her hellish training that she felt like was torture.

She trusted her mother when she had told her life would be better in the future.

Yet, she didn't trust Layla. After everything that had happened so far, something had snapped inside of Layla.

Layla walked right past Cia, ignoring her.

"Wait, what are you doing agent 100?" Cia asked, a little shocked by Layla's actions.

"Don't call me that I'm not a number!" She shouted back. "I have a name and I have a pretty good one."

At that moment, the automatic doors to the hotel Lobby opened and in walked in, Quinn and the other boys. They immediately could see her bloodshot red eyes, but had mistaken them for sadness instead of anger.

"Are you okay Layla what's wrong?" Quinn said as he rushed over, placing his hand on her forehead, checking if she was all okay.

"Idiot. Why didn't you come sooner." She said. "And your hands cold." At this moment, the full waterworks had come out, as tears of waterfall started to fall and her head was now laying deep into Quinn's chest.

"Hug her dude," Fex whispered in his ear. While the other two boys pretend to look away and whistle.

Not knowing what to do in this type of situation, he listened to Fex's advice and gave a strong and firm hug to Layla as he tried to calm her down.

"Quinn!" She cried. "I don't want to be useless anymore…. I don't."

"Layla, when have I ever said you were useless?" Quinn replied, at this point, Vorden had decided to step away, knowing full well he had said that a few times.

"You have done nothing but helped me from day one." He replied back.

Seeing the scene, Cia didn't know what to do. She had still not even finished explaining the details of the upcoming plan. Agent five had assigned her the task to look over agent 100. No matter what was to happen, this was her only mission. But right now, she couldn't interrupt this scene.

"Layla.." She tried calling out.

"Go away! Go Away!" She screamed.

At this point, the others noticed that Cia was standing behind her. And seeing this strange reaction, Vorden started to wonder. He found it strange that Layla had broken down like this over the event. Sure she would be upset but was it really such a big deal?

"Hey, she clearly doesn't like you being here. So just scram." Vorden said.

"I can do what the hell I want." Cia snapped back. "You're not my boss, and you're not a teacher." She said as she continued to walk forward.

"Just remember, I know about your secret, and yours." She said as she pointed at both Fex and Quinn.

Sam, who was currently a bystander at this point, didn't have a clue what was happening and was finding it hard to follow along.

'It's like I've been transported in the middle of a soap opera while still in the middle of the season." He thought.

Cia continued to walk forward, not caring about anything, however after a few steps, she suddenly could no longer move. Something seemed to be restricting her movements completely. Then a breath was felt behind her neck.

"I would like to see you just try to tell anyone about that," Vorden said, in a sinister voice, it was the first time she had heard him speak like that. When trying to look down, she could see his hand pressed against her throat, with nothing but a chopstick pointed at it. Perhaps others would have laughed, but the deadly aura coming off from his words, she knew it was no laughing matter.

Then, when looking ahead, she could see another person, who had his hand held out steady, with all his fingers pointed.

"Now why would you chose to threaten us?" Fex said. When hearing the words she spoke. He felt like this was the worst time for anything to be revealed. If the humans had found out what he had transported into. Not even his sister, Silver would be able to save him.

That's why the instant she had moved forward and made the threat he had, activated his strings to hold her in place, at the same time he immediately saw Vorden and the move, and carefully made sure to allow the strings to not restrict any of his movements. However, Fex soon realised he didn't need to do much, as it seemed like Vorden was able to see and move away from the strings via his own accord.

"He's a skilful one."

At this point, Layla had nearly stopped crying, Quinn still had her held in her hands, She pushed away slightly from his chest and looked up into his eyes.

"Quinn, please I don't want to go back to them," Layla said. "I want you to turn me. I want to stay with you. I want to be stronger."

To Sam, it looked like Layla had just made some type of confession. Although it sounded weird based on everything that happened, it was the only thing he could think off. But Quinn very well knew what she meant. She wanted him to turn her like he did with Peter.

He was very hesitant, especially after what had taken place with Peter so far. But what happened with him didn't mean the same would happen with everyone. After all his own life had changed quite a bit, and Layla was in a troubling situation. He had already figured when she had said, She didn't want to go back to them. That being with them was preferable than to Pure.

Changing her, meant she would be leaving Pure and going to his side. Leaving a big organisation like that wasn't simple. One would need the power to fight back, and Layla didn't have that.

"Very well," Quinn replied.

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Chapter 314 Don't kill again

Quinn placed both of his hands on top of Layla's shoulders and moved her off slightly to the side. Hearing Quinn agree to turn had made her overjoyed and the sad emotion that filled her was starting to disappear; perhaps this was the big change she needed in her life.

"Thank you." She said as she sniffled a little bit and rubbed away the last few tears.

Of course, right now wasn't the time to change Layla and go through the blood ritual, even she knew that. They were in the middle of the event, and there was always the chance the same thing that happened to Peter, could happen to her. It was best to wait until they were back at school where Logan could access the black market in case she did turn into a ghoul.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the fighting event will soon begin!" The speakers announced.

The sound of the crowd outside beginning to move was heard. The crowd cheered louder than before and it could even be heard from the back of the hotel Lobby where the group were at.

This announcement and reaction made it clear it was the most anticipated event even out of the main three.

"Nate!" Sam said in a rush, "Sorry guys, I really gotta go watch my friend. It looks like you guys got things handled here anyway." Although many things were happening in front of him, he hardly knew this group of people and was just helping them out for the time being. What he wanted to do now more than ever, was go and support his true friend, Nate.

"I'll come with you," Logan said, as he was equally concerned at what might happen to Peter, and one of them from Quinn's group needed to inform them of what was happening.

The others didn't have to worry about too much with Sam, it just looked like some type of strange invitation, and nothing was ever mentioned about Quinn being a vampire or any sort. All that was revealed was, Quinn and Fex had some type of secret. Seeing the level one on their wristwatch and how confident they were, he probably guessed it was something to do with the fact that they hid their abilities, yet were in the school on the basis of being weak.

Of course, this was something he could report to the school if he wanted to, but he saw no reason to. Not being in the same military school, he would have no benefit from doing such a thing whatsoever, not that he would have even bothered in the first place.

The two boys quickly left together and went ahead to the screen two area, while the other three were left behind. However, after hearing the announcement, Fex was equally worried and wanted to leave as soon as possible. There was a good chance his sister would be watching the fight. Depending on how close she was to the arena, she would smell out Peter. Or there was even the chance of Peter revealing some of his powers giving him away.

The problem was he was the one holding Cia right now.

"You two can go as well," Quinn said. "I can deal with her on my own."

Both Vorden and Fex looked at each other from the other sides. It was the first time Quinn was requesting something like this.

He would often ask for their advice in situations like this, so they found it a little strange, did he already have a plan?

"Are you sure?" Vorden asked, still keeping the chopstick he had in his hand close to Cia's throat.

"I'm sure." Quinn said, "Honestly, I haven't given up on Peter yet. I need you two to see if there's any way of saving him, any gaps in their routine if we can ship him off. I know it's unlikely, and even if we can't. At least find out what they plan to do to him, so we can get revenge later on."

It was the first time they had heard Quinn declare that he had planned to go against the military in the open like this. Saving one's friend from them was different. He was now clearly saying if he couldn't save them at one point, he would punish those that did this.

"I like it," Vorden said with a smile.

"I agree," Fex said as he let the strings loosen and return to him. Vorden quickly ran over, and the other two had left the hotel lobby as well.

Quinn quickly looked at Layla and just gave a slight nod, indicating her to go off and follow the boys, before leaving she whispered something into Quinn's ear.

Cia started to look around the room to see if there was any way out. The hotel lobby was quite large, and the area they were in was near the elevators around the corner from the reception. It was a good twenty meters before they could be in sight of anyone.

She then looked up at the top right-hand corner, where a camera was present, but she also knew that was useless as well. There was a specific reason why Cia had chosen to meet Layla here. The camera here has been disabled already, in the security room, it would just show a loop, and also it was far enough from the reception area where no one could hear or see them.

With no choice and the others gone, she felt she could only do one thing. A spirit spear formed in her hand, and she quickly threw it out towards Quinn. Straight after, she tried bolting it towards him, as she wished to run past him and head for the exit or at least the reception area.

Moving to the side avoiding the first spear, Quinn then went ahead to Cia. Another spear was thrown, and this one had hit him directly in the stomach.

"Yes!" She said, knowing full well that Quinn would have been slowed down, but it was useless.

Quinn wasn't even using his full speed; half a second later, he was already directly in front of her, and he quickly threw out his hand, grasping his fingers tightly around her neck.

Even with the debuff he now had far surpassed any regular human's speed.

As she looked into Quinn's eyes, she could see for some reason, there was great anger. When the other two had left, she thought the most troublesome ones had gone. Instead, it looked like the worst one was left behind.

He knew from the conversation earlier, that she was Pure, and before Layla had left, she had told him not to worry about the cameras.

"What is Pure planning to do?" Quinn asked.

"As if…I will..tell you." She croaked out again. Why was it that she seemed to be getting strangled all the time by these psychos? she thought. However, what she was also surprised at was the fact that Quinn knew about Pure.

'Did Layla tell them everything, how much do they know, when she asked for him to turn her, what did she mean by that? To stay with Quinn does this mean she's chosen to betray us. I must inform agent Five immediately.'

She started to stretch out her fingers to reach into her back pocket. Inside was a communication device; maybe she wouldn't be able to talk out in the open, but if she were just able to turn it on, they would know something was up. No reply was a sign that an agent would be in trouble.

Quinn's eyes started to glow even redder now, as he had activated the influence skill.

"You better hope this works this time. Otherwise, I have no choice but to get rid of you."

Layla looked into Quinn's deep red eyes, and her body was frozen in place; she didn't know why.

'Please work….' Quinn said. "I don't want to kill again."

'Again?' Cia heard now fearing for her life.

The four others had just arrived at screen two. They went ahead and sat down in the seats ready to watch the fighting event. It seemed like there was quite a bit of preparation work to be done, so thankfully, the fights hadn't started yet, and they were busy explaining the rules to the audience.

Now when looking out on the field, ten slightly raised circular cylinders went up from the floor to as high as the first row of audience members. Keeping them eye level, who were watching from their seats. This allowed for nearly the perfect view for those sitting there.

The flat top surface of the cylinder would be the fighting platform for the participants. There were a few ways to lose in the fighting tournament. Your opponent would be knocked off the cylinder platform. One was to be knocked out, or the referee who would also be on the cylinder with them declared one of the students a winner.

When looking out on all the cylinders, Fex could see his dear sister on one of the platforms.

"Of course, she had to be a referee." He said

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Chapter 315 The fighting event begins

Underneath the arena, the contestants were all busy getting ready for the fighting event. The weapons and armour they had hidden until now were all out on full display. Even if one was to see what their opponent was wearing, there was too little time to try to come up with a countermeasure. On top of this, the participants themselves did not know who they were going to go up against.

Students for this event were also able to use whatever equipment they owned. It didn't matter whether one person had higher gear than the other. It was all about individual strength rather than skill. The focus was to show how they would compete out in the real world.

Above, there were ten platforms, allowing for there to be ten fights happening simultaneously at the same time. The fighting event was one of the most important and most significant events so they needed not to have too much going on at the same time. Their goal was to allow the students to display their powers and if all the students were to fight at the same time, it would be impossible to keep track of them all.

Many factions and important members were watching this event, looking for their next recruits. Before going onto the stage, each of their stage names would be announced, allowing them to know who they were watching and something to remember the students by.

All of the students who were in the fighting event were split into groups of ten. This meant on the first day, half of them would be eliminated.

Nate continued to look around and eventually spotted Larry. "Looks like we won't be facing each other in the first round. That's good. Let me see how much you have improved before I fight you myself." He said.

It wasn't set in stone, but Nate was pretty sure that the groups had indicated who would be going out together. And those in the same group would be facing each other. When he looked over to the group to his right, he could see not only Larry but also the student who had the two guards who had never left his side once, standing at the back.

"I guess it's worth keeping an eye out on you as well," Nate said, still curious why they never left his side.

"We have something important to tell you." The guard whispered into Peter's ear. "Don't even think about surrendering or giving up the fight. If you do, you will be paying a visit straight back to the dungeon, and trust me; I can guarantee you don't want to go back there this time."

Even with the mans' threats, it didn't bother Peter too much.

What he was far more concerned about was what they were planning to do. Were they really going to just let him have a fair fight with one of the students here? It was clear now after spending a whole day with the guards. With Quinn and the others' strength, there was no way for them to save him.

He wasn't stupid.

'Whatever they plan to do, I won't let them have it go their way.' Peter thought, trying to make it as hard as possible.

"Alright, everyone, Group A, please start to make your way to the platform." A soldier ordered, and the first group, which had both, Peter and Larry, started to make their way up to the stage.

Nate started to rub his hands together in excitement; he couldn't wait to see what would happen. Inside the underground arena, they also had several screens, which allowed them to see what was going on above. He would have to observe from there.

The anticipation of finally meeting the Blood evolver was killing him.

They had all entered the field as the crowd heavily cheered for them. The noise was so loud it felt like the whole arena was vibrating slightly. Not everyone was here for recruitment, and it was clear some were here just to enjoy the show that would be put on.

"It looks like Peter will be in the first batch," Logan said watching from the top platform in his seat.

"I wonder what they're thinking?" Vorden asked.

"Rather than worry about what they are thinking, I'm far more concerned with what Peter is thinking. He is a little unpredictable when it comes to situations like these," Logan replied back.

However, Fex was now sweating heavily. He crossed his arms and nervously tapped his foot away, staring at the screen. He was far more concerned about a bigger problem. Not being able to take it anymore, he had left his seat and walked over to the edge to look down at the arena.

Seeing Peter on the screen had made him worry even more.

"Oh, no!..." Fex thought. The second he looked at his sister, he could tell from the expression on her face. She had discovered Peter.

As soon as Peter had entered the arena and started to walk over to the platforms, in an instant, she could smell that there was someone different among them. Then when they further split up, she finally had spotted who and where the smell was coming from.

'I was meant to be the only one stationed at a military base; there were meant to be no others, not only that... It's a subclass. Don't tell me..' A worrying thought started to go through her head. It was clear that the subclass vampire was illegal. She would have been informed before coming otherwise. There were no doubts about it; the problem was who had created it.

Was it her brother? If so, there might no longer be any way for her to save him anymore. After breaking so many rules, he would not get off with a light punishment. Unable to do anything in the middle of the tournament, for now, all she could do was keep an eye on the illegal, while continuing to judge her own fight, since it looked like she wouldn't be judging the battle with the illegal.

Underneath the large, stone cylinders, two students stood either side. The pillars were spread evenly throughout the arena allowing the audience to see a fight no matter where they were, but they also had screens that would display the other matches in case they were interested, and if some fights ended quicker than others.

In the crowd, every so often, there were soldiers stationed, and this included General Duke. The audience didn't think it was so strange since it was the fighting tournament, but the reason for the high level of security was something else.

"Is everyone ready? During the fight with the student known as Peter, everyone is to keep an eye. They could come out at any second." Duke ordered into his communicator.

The soldiers were there in case of an attack from Pure. In fact, there were even more soldiers than the audience knew off. For several members of the crowd were also disguised. Not knowing the importance of the member they had in question, they were also unclear how much effort they would make to rescue him.

There was also the possibility that they weren't even going to rescue him at all. The four leaders and Supreme Commander were here, any rescue attempt would require their full power, and in all the years before, there had never been an attack on the event.

However, there was one thing they were sure about, and that was the fact that they would be watching. Jack, sitting in his booth, was excited. He didn't really expect anyone from Pure to come. That's why he wanted to put Peter up for the fight in the first place. So they could brutally see one of their own being beaten to death.

By each of the pillars, there was an additional soldier down below. Their job was to catch anyone who would fall off the stage. As the first stage names were announced, the soldier below stomped his foot hard on the ground, and a smaller pillar raised the student onto the fighting platform.

This was readily done as each of the students' names was being called. A cheer followed with each name until, eventually, they had reached the last platform, platform ten.

The soldier stomped his foot, raising Larry steel, to the stage.

"And on stage ten, introducing Octopuncher."

Looking at the screen from underground, Nate was slightly confused by the name choice. "So you're not going to reveal your Blood Evolver in front of everyone, huh, but what kind of lame name is that?"

The man then stomped his foot again, and a pillar rose from underneath Peter, allowing him to step onto the platform.

"And next, we have his opponent, ZombieP."

When this name was called, there wasn't much of a reaction from the crowd in the arena. However, the students above and below underground were stunned and Nate couldn't keep his jaw closed.

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Chapter 316 ZombieP vs Blood Evolver

As Peter's name was revealed to the audience, there seemed to be a strange reaction between a few people, and others started to notice this shift. The VR game that Peter played Power fighters was very popular, and the user ZombieP had become a hot topic amongst players. However, there were a few important things to note.

Not everyone who played the game visited the forums; only those that truly enjoyed the game like Nate and Sam were a part of this group. Second of all, the servers that Peter played on were the military servers, meaning the only people who knew about Peter were the military students themselves.

Still, the strange reaction caused by the students above started to spread like fire. When one or two would start to talk and murmur others beside them would ask what was so interesting.

"Is he really ZombieP?" A student asked.

"Maybe he's just a fan?"

"Can someone explain to me who ZombieP is?"

"Ah! You don't know; he's quite well known in the VR game Power fighters"."

The students were busy sharing information and videos of ZombieP's performance in the game, and soon nearly every student now knew about ZombieP. However, those who were in Del's class were confused as the video clearly showed the person in the video had a regenerative ability, while the Peter they knew was an earth user.

Those that knew Peter couldn't believe the connection. It just didn't make any sense.

Although Peter's information was being spread between the students, the same couldn't be said for the people in the arena. They had come from outside of the military, and even though the game was popular on the outside, they didn't have access to the military servers and knew nothing of the name.

This was the same for Jack and the others in the booth as well. While they all had their eyes spread, watching all the participants fighting, Jack was mainly focused and excited for the beatdown that Peter was about to receive.

"Wait, your friends with ZombieP?" Sam asked, shocked by what he had just found out. The others had told him, they were mainly watching the fighting tournament because of Peter but didn't explain much else. Unknown to them that this type of reaction was going to happen. The fact that everyone was talking about Peter came as a surprise even to them.

"Wait, can somebody please explain to me, what is the big deal about Peter being called ZombieP?" Layla asked.

"I guess I should explain this one since it's partly my fault," Logan said. "One day, when I was busy doing my usual tinkering away at my workbench, Peter had decided to play the game. unbeknownst to me, he was causing quite a stir in the online world and had become infamous because of his powerful regenerative abilities."

Logan was unable to go into further detail due to Sam being there, but there was quite a difference between Peter's ability in the game and the one out there.

The game had managed to copy Peter's unique body structure. Rather than ability, it determined his body was what was causing the extraordinary healing. This was why it allowed him to use his abilities in the game the same way Quinn could use his as well. But just how Quinn was able to use his blood abilities with no drawback, Peter could use his regenerative abilities as well, making him nearly invisible in the game.

In real life, this wasn't the case. Peter did have extraordinary healing abilities, but if he was pushed to the edge, he would no longer heal until he was fed.

'Let's just hope Truedream isn't planning something stupid."

Nate nearly exploded into excitement after hearing the user's name; now he thought he understood why they were heavily guarding him. Noticing his watch's level showing a one, there must have been something different about this person.

Perhaps they didn't want the secret to being revealed; either way, Nate was beyond excited.

He was going to watch a match between two infamous people from the game—the Blood Evolver VS ZombieP.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the match will now begin!" The buzzer had sounded, and the fight had now started on the ten platforms.

There was quite a mix to the sound of the buzzers going off. Some students charged in immediately, causing fireworks and sparks to fly as they battle. While others patiently circled the ring, waiting for the right chance to attack. Most of the attention was focused on the flashier matches and didn't pay attention to much else.

Silver, who was one of the referees of another match, had her mind focused somewhere else.

'I need to get this match over and done with as soon as possible.'

The two students she was watching were both female, and the two of them continued to circle each other, waiting for one of them to attack.

'Come on...' Silver thought.

At last, one of the female students swirled her hands around and blasted a hydro pump full of water. A strong stream of water came out from the palm of her hand and was heading straight for the other student. The distance was great between the two, and the other contestant was not worried about an attack like this; she would easily be able to avoid.

But then, she noticed Silver walking around the edge of the ring; this was fine, as a ref, one needed to reposition themselves to stop the fight at any moment, just like a boxing match. For a second, though, the two of their eyes met. The stress was now heading towards her.

'Huh, what's this, I can't move' The student was shocked, she screamed at her body to jump out of the way, but it just wasn't listening to her for some reason.

'Am I that nervous?' She thought, but it was now too late. The powerful stream of water had hit her right in the chest, causing her to be lifted off her feet and sent her flying through the air. She was now off the platform and was falling down below, but soon she felt her back hit against a solid ground.

"Ah, I'm alive." She said, feeling her heart beating rapidly. When she stood up, she noticed she was on a makeshift pillar that was slowly descending back into the ground. The earth soldier below had raised a new platform as soon as he saw her fall off the platform.

"We have our first winner!" The announcer said.

The female student was upset and was still confused about what had happened, but she was only a first-year student and put it down to the fact she must have been more nervous than she thought.

'Finally, now, I can focus.' Silver said. During the fight, when the student's eyes had met with hers, she had activated her Daze power, freezing her for a moment. Her goal was to end the fight as quickly as possible, and it seemed to work. Now she could freely watch the illegals' battle.

"Hmm, that was a little strange," Owen said, sitting inside the booths till playing with his long hair.

"Did you notice something?" Oscar, the supreme commander, asked.

"You didn't? It must have been my imagination then." He replied.

"It's quite hard to focus on one fight in particular when so many are going on." Mona Bree said.

Many of them had already chosen to form the initial inspection, which they wanted to watch. From a glance at equipment, it was usually easy to tell which students were stronger. Good equipment indicated they were strong enough to slay that beast in the first place. However, this wasn't always the case, as some received more support from their family members than others.

On the other hand, Owen was only interested in one person, and that was Silver, and this was the reason he had paid attention to their fight.

While Jack had his pure attention focused on one fight, and it looked like something interesting was going on, on that particular platform.

When the fight had started, Larry immediately had gotten into a fighting stance. He had his gauntlets and full beast gear on. Everything seemed to be at the intermediate level, and looking at him reminded him a little bit of Quinn. Although as soon as he got in a wide fighting stance that changed, as Quinn usually fought more freely, adapting as he went along.

Larry waited and waited for Peter to do something until eventually, Peter raised his hand in the air.

"I forfeit from the match." He said. Peter didn't care about this match, and fighting

meant there was a chance revealing himself and Quinn. Originally, he wanted to fight but thought this was for the best, even if he was to die.

The words had been spoken loud and clear, and Peter even raised his hand to signal this

to the Ref. Even so, the Ref stood there in silence; it was as if he had never even heard the words in the first place.

"I said, I forfeit!" Peter shouted.

There were no mics on the students, and the platforms, along with the noise from the crowd,

was far too loud and far for anybody to hear.

Seeing this, Jack started to giggle inwardly to himself.

'You think you can just give up, no... no matter what you do; you can't run away from this fight. The whole audience and that disgusting organization of yours are going to see you be beaten till you can no longer move in front of everyone."

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Chapter 317 Octopuncher...six

The other matches seemed to be ending faster than expected as the participants continued to be announced as winners. This was half expected form the first group, as they were all composed of first-year students. The event was set up this way, so the stronger first-year students would proceed and have a better chance of fighting against the second-year students in the later rounds.

Between the first-year students, there was quite an immense power and skill gap. This gap would mostly be the case on the first day as the weaker students were thinned out.

This way, the fights that were to be shown later on through the week wouldn't be so quick to end. The fighting event seemed to be drawing to a close, as there were only three platforms with fights still going on, with one of these being Peter's.

'So this is your grand plan, a setup?' Peter thought. The tournament had to be rigged from the beginning. The judge not replying was an indicator he was working for Jack, and his job was to make it so Peter was unable to surrender or forfeit no matter what.

'Is the student working for Jack as well?'

It was now hard for Peter to tell who was working for Jack and who wasn't. If he was able to set it up so, all of these things fell in place. There was a good chance the student, the Ref and the solder below who was meant to catch him, were in on the whole plan as well.

'There is another way?' Peter said as he looked at the edge of the arena, but if his suspicions were correct and the man below also worked for Jack, there was no way the man would try to catch him. From this height, his leg's would shatter and would have to be regenerated on the spot. Revealing his powers.

If his powers were going to be revealed one way or another, he would have rather done it fighting instead.

Larry was tired of waiting and finally decided to charge in. As he rushed forward, he made a loud war cry and banged his two gauntlets fists together.

If he could, Peter would have liked to win this fight without showing his regeneration abilities. He needed to be careful and figure out just what his opponent's ability was, especially since he was a level 6 ability user.

Making sure not to stay too close to the edge, Peter decided to also come forward. Larry had beast gear on that was also enhancing his speed, while Peter wore nothing. Still, he managed to match his speed, and the two of them met dead straight in the centre.

A fist was thrown, and Peter moved his head out of the way, avoiding it by a few inches as the strike went past his face. The attack was powerful, and the air around it had caused his hair to move. From Larry's other hand a wide swing was thrown, this time Peter responded by duking underneath it.

"You're friends good at dodging at least," Sam said, from his experience all though those blows looked wild, they still came out at a good speed and with full commitment. It was clear with the first few punches that Larry was not the Blood Evolver. There was no finesse in the punches, just raw power. Still, if the blows connected, it was also clear they would do quite a bit of damage.

Fex continued to watch the fight nervously. If he was right in guessing that Peter was actually created by Quinn and Peter was a Wight, it meant Peter in terms of stats, was just as good as Quinn.

The longer the fight went on, the more chances of Silver finding out, if she didn't know already.

After dodging a few more punches, Peter was still wondering just when Larry was going to use his ability. He didn't want to make the first move until he had uncovered this secret. Another two swings from the side came one after another, but then suddenly, Peter felt something grab him around the waist, and then something else held him tightly around the legs.

When looking down, he could see what had latched onto him. A set of arms had grabbed him by the legs, and another set by his biceps, while the other two were where they should have been in the usual place.

Right now, all the other fights had finished as it took a while before Peter's officially got going. Which meant all screens were on him and everyone could see him being lifted in the air by four arms.

"Haha, this is perfect," Jack said. "What perfect timing for everyone to see what is about to happen."

The others in the room thought Jack was a little too happy watching the students fight. Apart from Oscar, the others never really got on well with Jack in the first place.

Looking down at the arms, Peter remained calm as usual. He no longer feared death, maybe this was because he was already dead. He then started to look at the arms closely and started to count. "1..2..3.4..5..6." Suddenly, Peter began to chuckle to himself.

"What's so funny?" Larry said annoyed, and also a little concerned when he felt like he had his opponent trapped. Most of the beast gear that he had on, had a unique trait to enhance one's strength. This was perfect for Larry, with his ability to grow extra limbs it meant he had more power than an average person in each of his arms.

"I never knew I was fighting with an idiot. Was your name, Octopuncher? Shouldn't you have eight arms and not six?" Peter asked.

For a moment, Larry stood there still, and soon he began to realise his mistake. His cheeks started to turn bright red, and his face felt hot. He didn't have a stage name before coming today, and when they had asked him, he thought of the best thing he could come up with at the time.

"Arghh!" He screamed. "I'll kill you."

Continuing to hold Peter in place with his other arms, He pulled back both his fist and punched Peter directly in the ribs. A cracking sound was heard, and it the bones moving, and fracturing could be felt in Larry's knuckles. Peter's body reacted to the attack, and the expression on his face changed as the air was punched out of him, but no screams were heard, as no pain was felt.

However, Larry was too angry to even realise this and continued to punch Peter repeatedly. After breaking his ribs, he went on to move his body around and hit his forearms and lifted him up to beat his legs.

The whole audience was able to see the one sided match on the screen.

"This…is not the Blood Evolver," Nate said disappointed as he clicked his tongue and looked away from the screen. The man he was watching was nothing more than a wild beast.

The others continued to watch and were wondering why the referee hadn't stopped the match yet. They could see him standing there clearly watching such a one sided fight, but did nothing to interfere.

Some of the other referees had decided to stop fights before it had even gotten to this stage. In the end, it was up to the Ref in the ring to determine when to stop the fight. They had information the others didn't know such as, student abilities, just in case it was all part of the plan.

"Don't you think the match should be stopped soon?" Layla asked.

"If you were to ask me, I think that Ref is a little dirty," Vorden replied.

Finally, the punching rampage had stopped, and he allowed Peter to fall to the ground, retracting his arms back into his body. When Peter fell, the bones in his shins were now shattered. There was no attempt to lift himself as he couldn't even stand up. He just laid there having fallen to the ground.

At this point, Larry was already walking away.

"This match is over," Larry said to the Ref.

Although many in the arena thought the match was over, including the ones in the booth. The opinions of many of the students were different, including Sam.

"Well…If he's the real ZombieP. Then the match has only just begun." Said Sam.

It had only been a short time, less than a minute had passed, and Peter's legs had already healed. He stood up from the floor slowly as his arms and ribs were still under repair. His body was twisting and turning in positions impossible if ones bones weren't broken. And everything slowly started coming back into place. Finally, Peter was once again back to his usual self.

"Well, it turns out one person didn't disappoint me." Said Nate. "You really are the real ZombieP."

Peter moved his neck side to side, making sure everything worked as normal.

"Well, now my ability was revealed to everyone anyway," Peter said.

If Peter was to allow himself to take another beating like that, then after regenerating once more, there was a high chance he would need to eat human flesh again. Although they knew this secret of his, they didn't know the whole part, and the eating flesh was a bigger problem then the first one.

Now his secret was out he had no choice, he needed to fight back to not give out any other information up to them.

"I like it better this way." He said with a smile.

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Chapter 318 Forget everything

Everyone in the arena now thought they understood why the Ref hadn't stepped in. It must have been due to the knowledge he had known beforehand. The Ref must have known that the student had a powerful regeneration ability. But the truth of the matter was, that the Ref was just as shocked as everyone else.

He had been informed beforehand that the student had a transformation ability. The audience members were too far away and the screen never focused long enough for them to tell what level Peter's wristwatch had shown. They all just knew he must have had a powerful regeneration ability and now it made sense why they had allowed him to fight in the tournament.

However, the participants knew differently, having seen not only his level but the number of guards that were always around him.

"Is he some type of mutant?" They thought.

Now as for Jack, who was sitting in the booth, he wasn't upset by this sudden change and surprise. Instead he was excited but at the same time concerned, for he was thinking along the same lines as the students.

He had gotten so excited, he stood up from his seat. 'This has to be the doing of Pure!' He thought. 'Duke had already confirmed he had a transformation ability, and before that there had been reports of him having an earth ability. Have Pure finally managed to create a monster?'

For years organisations, and different research institutes had dabbled in the possibility of allowing a student to have more than one ability. Due to the human cell's structure, it seemed impossible, but they progressed onward. To Jack, it seemed like Pure must have been able to finally succeed in creating a body that was able to have more than one ability.

'He might be even more important to them than I first thought.' Knowing this new piece of information, Jack was determined to continue his plan of luring out Pure. He was unsure whether or not they had made more people like Peter, but even if they hadn't, they would hate the idea of the military getting their hands on something they themselves had yet to discover.

'You hypocritical bastards.' He thought as he sat back down in his seat.

The crowd continued to cheer away and now the students were keeping a closer eye on the match than before.

"Did I miss much?" A voice from behind Layla said.

"Quinn?" She replied.

It looked like Quinn had returned and was in one piece, which meant he must have dealt with the problem. Layla gulped when she thought of the possibilities of getting rid of that problem.

"So what happened, is Cia…" She couldn't finish her sentence for fear of the answer she would hear back.

"She's alive, but it's complicated." He replied.

Pulling off Layla to one side, he decided it was best to explain the full details of what had happened as soon as possible, especially since this involved her.

Back at the hotel lobby place, around the corner where the elevators were located, Quinn was alone with Cia.

When Quinn had activated his influence skill, her eyes had hollowed out and it looked like his skill had worked. Before it looked like it had nearly worked and now with his charm points increased, it seemed to just be enough to push her over the edge.

Not wanting to waste this golden opportunity, Quinn decided it would be best to ask her some simple questions. He had tried asking her what Pure we're planning to do at the event. However, he quickly realized that for some reason, any question that was about Pure would be answered with nothing.

It was almost scary even to him. Every time he would ask them a question, she would try and search her pocket as if by automatic response. Usually, when one was under influence they would be unable to control anything.

There were two things that Quinn could think of as to how this was possible. Either his influence skill was barely working on her and she was still fighting back. Or there was some even stronger type of mind control going on at Pure, behind the scenes.

Seeing that she repeatedly tried to reach into her pockets, Quinn decided to reach in and grab whatever she was trying to get. Inside one of the pockets, he had discovered a white pill. What its use was for he did not know. Inside the back pocket, there seemed to be a small little white remote.

Afraid it might have been a recorder, or something else, Quinn had crushed it to pieces on the spot. It would have been nice to give it to Logan but he couldn't take any chances, and Layla had also informed him of Cia having something like this beforehand.

If he was to find such a thing he was told to destroy it on the spot.

Since Quinn was unable to answer any questions, he feared that perhaps the next part wouldn't have worked either.

This was the tricky part, how much did Cia know?

Being an agent of Pure she always had kept an eye on Layla and had been with her from the beginning. If he was only to remove the events from today and the orange portal expedition, there was a chance that Pure would be able to fit multiple pieces of the puzzle together.

He couldn't risk it, there was only one thing he could do.

"Erase everything." He only said two words unsure of what it might have done. He had asked the system beforehand, and he said, she would be able to live and talk so it should be okay, but whether or not she could live a normal life again, he did not know.

Removing this much information was considered dangerous.

After giving the command, her eyes whitened even further and then the reflection of red was seen. This was the sign that his command had worked.

Not wanting to be there when she came too, Quinn decided to quickly head back out to the others. He turned to look back at her one time, before deciding to head off again.

A short time had passed, and Cia who was on the floor had come to. She lifted herself off the floor with a banging pain in her head. She placed her hand making sure she wasn't injured and started looking around at her surroundings.

"What is this place?" She asked. Then something had hit her even worse. "Who am I..What's my name?" Cia couldn't remember anything. Not her birth date, not how old she was, or even the fact she was attending military school. The only thing she could remember was how to speak, and her normal bodily functions.

Realising this, a natural reaction had occurred, as she broke down in tears and screamed out.

After hearing everything Quinn had to say, for some reason she felt bad for Cia. She hated Pure but not Cia herself. Still, she knew it had to be done. Getting rid of her memories would be better than death. At least that's what she thought.

"So do you know what this pill is?" Quinn asked as he handed it over.

"All agents carry one with them. It's poison…" Layla explained. "If we were ever caught and in a situation where we think we might be exposed, we're meant to take it instantly."

"That's kind of messed up." Quinn let slip forgetting for a second, that Layla was a part of this messed up organization. "Anyway, do you know what they're planning or what will happen now?"

Layla shook her head in response. "I have no clue, my rank in the organisation was never high enough, and it seems like they opted to tell me nothing now. My guess is as good as yours."

With everything explained, Layla and Quinn decided to return to the rest of the group.

They quickly updated Quinn on the events of the fight so far and he only had one thing he could say in response.

"It looks like there's nothing we can do right now apart from one thing." Quinn walked up to the ledge and looked down at the fighting platforms below. He lifted both his hands by his mouth and made a cone shape.

Taking in a large deep breath as loud as he could, he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Kick his arse until he can no longer walk!"

It was a long-distance and even though his voice was projected very loud the audience were unable to hear him. But that wasn't important, Quinn only needed one person to hear his words.

Walking towards Larry slowly, Peter raised his hand and gave a thumbs up in the direction of Quinn.

'Now I even have permission.'

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Chapter 319 Single Punch

After watching the fast-paced regeneration of the student, Silver pretty much confirmed her suspicions. The student that was known as Peter was a Wight. There weren't many things out there with such a fast healing speed. The only other thing that had a similar healing speed was wendigos but it was clear that Peter had kept most of his human appearance, so it ruled that possibility out.

Now that there weren't as many fights going on, she could also concentrate and found that there was no heartbeat. All these things led to the conclusion that he was a Wight.

'This could be a little troublesome or fairly easy to deal with.' If the Wight was created by Fex, then it would be impossible for her or him to kill it and she would have to find some other way to get rid of it. There was no way she could leave now knowing what was out and about, without a ladder they could quickly go out of control.

If it wasn't created by Fex, then that could be even worse.

If possible, she would have liked Fex to deal with the situation as he was able to move about more freely within the students than she could, but if it was created by someone else, and the Vampire turned out to be quite powerful, it might be too much for him to handle and she would in the end personally have to deal with it.

Whatever the case was, she would keep a close eye observing the Wight's strength.

There was no longer any need for Peter to hold back. The military already thought he was strange after finding out he had several abilities, the worst thing that could happen was he would need to feed again, and that was the worst outcome.

Knowing this and having the element of surprise, Peter continued to walk forward slowly. For some reason, Larry didn't know why, but he felt an immense amount of pressure.

It wasn't the fact that Peter was giving out such a feeling, it was because someone who he was sure he had already defeated was now walking perfectly fine. This type of situation messed with one's head, and it didn't quite make sense to Larry.

"I beat you up once, I can just do it again!" Larry shouted as he tried to psyche himself up to go in for the attack.

Shouting out a war cry once again, this time, the four hands had come out of his back before charging in. The boots on his feet slightly went a bronze colour as he activated the equipment allowing him to move slightly faster.

Then planning to do the same thing as last time, the gauntlets were activated as well.

'I'm not taking any chance, I'm taking you down in one blow.'

Surprisingly, Larry was moving a lot faster then Peter had suspected, but it still wasn't fast enough. Knowing full well he needed to avoid the attacks, at the right time as Larry went for the grab, Peter jumped back allowing himself to be just out of reach from the grab. With a dash, Peter tried to go around the side, but Larry wasn't going to let him get behind him.

One hand retracted from his left side, and popped out of the right side, swinging his fist out at the same time, Peter seeing this threw a fist of his own, but he wasn't holding back.

'You idiot, maybe you can heal, but you can't match my power!' Larry thought.

The two fists collided and to his surprise, their strength was currently equal. One fist didn't push back the other, but the power was so strong that the bones in both of their fists were completely shattered.

"Ahh!" Larry winced in pain and slightly flinched, while Peter hadn't stopped moving. The pain had no effect, and by the time he was around the back of Larry, his fist had already finished healing.

"He's so fast, are you sure he doesn't have the ability of speed as well, how can someone move that quick?" Sam thought, watching from above.

Fex looked over at Quinn and thought back to when he had fought against the King tier beast. 'That's his speed, and with the boots, Quinn was even faster than that. If people saw Quinn fight in this event, just what would the reaction be to him.'

"This boy is good," Owen said. "Ignoring the things he's displaying, for now, he knows how to use his unique traits to his advantage.'

At this point, Jack was grinding his teeth backwards and forwards. He never expected Peter to be this skilful. He was happy at first finding out he had the regenerative ability as well as the transformation ability, but this was unexpected. The aim was for him to lose the fight.

Larry spun his body around, hoping to slam his gauntlet fist right into Peter's head. With the added strength of the gauntlets, his power should have overpowered Peter's.

Seeing this, Peter didn't care to dodge but instead lifted his left arm right up to his head, while throwing out a punch of his own.

"In a fight, the best time to throw a punch is when your opponent is throwing a punch of their own. A counterpunch," Nate said, looking at the screen already knowing the outcome of the fight.

Larry's fist had hit Peter's arm and had shattered his forearm, but the blow was blocked. In contrast, Peter's strike had all his power behind it, as well as the momentum of Larry coming spinning and coming towards him. As Peter's fist dug into his face, it had twice the power of what a punch form Peter would usually have.

Parts of teeth went flying out from his mouth, and blood started to gush from his nose, as his head was flung back the white in his eyes could be seen, and the loud sound of the heavy body hitting the floor was heard.

The ref rushed to the body on the floor and soon raised his hand.

"The winner, ZombieP!!!"

The single punch, from Peter, was all it took. Larry had been defeated.

Slamming his fist down on his chair, Jack stood up from his seat and stormed off out of the room.

"What's wrong with him, did he have a bet on the other kid to win?" Mona asked.

"Don't be silly," Oscar replied. "You know we don't allow those types of things. I believe he had been paying close attention to Larry for a while now and was planning to invite him into his family. This might have been quite a shock to him, just leave him be."

Outside of the booth, Jack continued to walk down the hallway. He was doing his best to try to calm down, Pure hadn't come out, and he had spent a lot of time preparing everything, and it seemed to be all a waste. Sure he could still get his revenge just by reporting Peter or killing him in secret, but that wasn't good enough for Jack.

He still remembered the embarrassment he received last time when they had taken both the students right in front of his very eyes. "You think you can make a fool out of me!" He shouted. "We'll see that the fighting event isn't over yet. You think your little experiment is strong, huh, well then. let's see how well it does against a real opponent." Jack started to laugh hysterically down the long corridor when his voice could be heard back at the booth.

"Some people in this world, shouldn't have the power they have," Owen said out loud and clear, making sure everyone had heard what he said in the booth.

"Does that include you?" Burnie asked.

Owen shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows."

The event had come to a finish for the day, and there were several surprises for more than one. The audience was excited to return to see everything tomorrow, and the students who hadn't taken part in anything were restless. When they all returned to the competitors' room, they were eager to go out on the platform for the evening to expend all the energy they had pent up.

Quinn and his group had decided to meet up at one of the coffee stalls. It was a bit late for coffee, but they wanted to discuss the possibilities that might happen to Peter, as well as update everyone about what had happened so far with Cia. They hadn't invited Sam this time, so they could talk freely, but did however plan to meet him tomorrow to watch the rest of the events.

Quinn was the last one to arrive at the coffee shop, and sitting outside was Logan, Layla, and Vorden. As he walked up and took a seat, he noticed one was empty. "Huh, where's Fex."

"He said he wasn't feeling well tonight and would join us a little later," Vorden replied.

The truth was, Fex had a prior appointment tonight. On the very top of Hotel four, if one was to look closely, they still wouldn't be able to see anything, but perhaps if one had a pair of binoculars, they would be able to see two figures. It was windy up at the top, but it was away from the eyes of any type of camera and was in a place that would have been hard to reach for many.

"Let me ask you something, dear brother." Silver said in a sarcastic tone. "Did you know about the illegal?"

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Chapter 320 Kill the illegal

After the fighting event matches had ended, the participants had been taken to the medical office to have their wounds taken care of. Even those who hadn't received anything major injuries still needed to have a quick checkup done to them.

For once, Hayley was pleased that she wasn't one of the only doctors in the whole place, and it seemed like the rest had everything handled. She felt like it was one of the most leisurely days in her life, but perhaps she had said that too soon.

In the middle of checking up all the students, she had been called over to check up on one of the students from their own military base. However, it wasn't one of the students who had taken part in the fighting tournament as she had first thought.

When she entered the hospital-like room and turned around the corner, she was surprised to see a short-haired purple female student.

"We don't know what's wrong with her." One of the nurses said as they took Haley around the corner. "It seems like she can't remember anything, her name, where she's from, what day it is. She's in a major shock, and we don't really know what to do; that's why we decided to call you over."

After being updated about the situation from the nurse, Hayley knew this wasn't going to be an easy one. For some reason, it seems stranger events than usual were happening this year.

The female nurse had left the room to leave Hayley alone with the student while she carried on to perform her other duties. As she left the room, she bumped into a man wearing the same type of scrubs as her. It was a male nurse.

"Is everything okay there?" the man asked.

The female nurse then looked around to see if there was anyone else down the hallway before spilling the student's details. The man looked concerned after hearing the information and wished her a speedy recovery.

The man continued to walk down the wall way and placed his hand by his ear.

"This is agent 66. I have an update on the situation."

Inside the Pure metallic base, agent five was busy sitting at her desk in a quite a small spaced room. She continued to twiddle her fingers on the table as she thought about what to do.

She finally stood up from her seat and opened up a digital display with all sorts of photos and numbers on the screen. As she moved her hand slightly above the pictures and words, they would move with it.

"Agent 100 is no longer answering her communicator; according to agent 66, she did as asked and dropped out of the first round tournament, but due to the events surrounding agent 72, we no longer know if the information was received or not. The question is, why is agent 100 no longer answering her communicator?"

She then shifted her hand and brought up agent 72's information. Beside it, there was a photo of Cia.

"With her memories being completely wiped, agent 72 is as good as dead to us. We have no clue whether they were able to get anything out of her or not. Perhaps it might not be the best idea to go ahead with the attack after all."

It was a tough decision, and it all was up to agent five to make.

She closed down the holographic display and went back into her seat.

"I've decided, this operation is too risky, we will no longer plan to attack the event."

A decision had been made.

On the rooftop of hotel four, the two figures were the only thing standing there. The wind continued to blow up an intense high in the sky.

"Illegal? Who's done something illegal? this is the first time I've heard of such a thing," Fex replied nervously. He couldn't even look directly at his Sister, and continued to peer out of the corner of his eye to see what type of face she was making. When finally their two eyes met.

He regretted it instantly as it was one that looked like a demon.

"No more games, Fex, This has become a serious matter now." Silver replied.

This was it, he couldn't hide this from his Sister, and he had already expected a result such as this one to happen. Knowing fully well what was going to happen, he had already decided what he would do. He was never going to give up his blood brother Quinn. He saved his life, and in return, he would save his.

"Did you create that thing?" She asked.

"No." Fex replied in a composed voice this time, to show this was no laughing matter. "When I arrived, he had discovered the illegal, at first I thought one of the thirteen families had created it, but after realizing it was a Wight, I realized its master must have been close. I kept a close eye on who that could be and finally found out."

This piece of information needed to be revealed to her. The Important part of Fex's plan was he needed Silver to stop looking. Sooner or later, she would have gone looking and found Quinn by his smell.

"Oh. Since when did Fex become a little detective?" Sliver replied. "The law states we can kill illegals on the spot. If we know the creator is in the school, then let's finish off the illegal and return with the Vampire."

An expected response. His Sister was quite predictable because she always followed the rules and tried to deal with things the quickest way without getting others involved. This little piece of insider information was the only thing he could rely on.

Suddenly Fex went down on one knee and placed one of his hands towards the ground. He made sure to keep his head facing the floor to show the appropriate respect. This was something that Vampire only did to leaders, or lower ranks did to higher ranks. Although Silver was technically a higher rank than Fex, due to their positions within the family, he had never done this to her before, and it all came as a surprise.

"Please, Silver, let me deal with the illegal, and I promise I will bring the Vampire back to you tonight. You know I wanted to stay on earth as long as possible; the truth was I knew the family would send someone after me sooner or later. After I found an illegal here, I have been making notes and tracking the Vampire and them down. I thought when they would take me back if I also handed them in, there was a chance my punishment could be made lighter. I could use it as an excuse as to why I stayed here so long. Please give me till the end of tomorrow, and I will bring them both to you."

A part of what Fex had said was the truth. He really had planned this. He just never thought his Sister would be the one to get him. If he returned with the Shadow Vampire user, then his punishment would have been light.

Silver thought about this for a while. Fex had broken a severe rule but not enough to be put into internal slumber, but there was a chance he could be put into temporary sleep for hundreds of years. She would hate to be apart from her brother for so long. If Fex caught these criminals, then there was a chance the punishment could be lightened.

"Alright… I agree with your request but two things." She said. "One, not tomorrow, you need to do everything tonight."

"Tonight… but that's too soon… there're guards and everything protecting the…" Fex said worriedly.

"If you can't do it tonight, then I will do it myself tomorrow. This will be a test for you and the second thing. The Vampire must be brought to me, but the Wight must be eliminated."

He knew this was the best he was going to get, and in a way, it was a better result then he had expected.

"Fine, I shall bring the vampire to you…and kill the Wight." Fex answered. The two of them quickly vanished, and now there was no longer anything on the roof. It was as if nothing was ever there.

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