Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Sorry, I don't know if you can hear me now, but I couldn't help but laugh at your smug and stupid look."

"Fine, I'll just get you out of this predicament sooner rather than later."

"Snakes of the spine, kill them."

The joints of the spinal wheel began to twitch one by one, and the flesh and blood in the center moved into the gaps of the spine, forming the filling material for the gaps of the spine. The gaps between the joints widened, and the flesh and blood became its connection, making the joints more flexible.

The body, which forms a ring, is broken off at one point, and at the break, a streamlined skull composed of dense bone fragments is filled with flesh and blood.

It crouched on the ground, let out a roar, and then suddenly burrowed into the ground.

Bian Tong stood still with his hands behind his back. The ground beneath his feet trembled and undulated from time to time, and the faint chirping of insects could be heard.

After a long pause, the ground behind Biantong cracked open. The spine serpent, its head covered in a bluish-black liquid, emerged—the blood of sand worms. At the same time, the referee announced the match result: the opponent's life-saving device had been activated, and he died underground.

……

The lounge at the Necromancer Figure Company was bustling with activity.

Mr. Flexibility's two arms have been ripped off, and Shiny and Manipulation are chasing and hitting him while grabbing his severed hands.

Despite having only two legs, Mr. Flexibility still moved with incredible speed, and he calmly roared at Lyle.

"Dr. Epidemic Doctor, we have won."

"I still need my president to fight." Lyle patted Nia, who was fiddling with her hat, feeling very uncertain about whether he was strong enough to take on this important task.

“Yes, so aren’t we guaranteed to win?” Mr. Shining actually stopped and patted the Plague Doctor on the back.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, you should go and bind your life box."

The manipulator pointed to the device that the demon guards had dragged over; a pale human skull was embedded in black crystal, and the blue flames burning on the skull made it look even more sinister.

The Arena Emergency Life Box allows the user to fight fearlessly in the arena after binding it. It is said to fully restore the fighter's health, but Lyle doesn't know much about it.

The demon guard Jacob bowed to Lyle.

"Dear Physician, please leave your mark of life, just a finger bone will suffice."

"What?"

“A section of your finger bone. The Life Box can store your information. As long as there is even a small part of your body, it can be fully restored. We demons use blood marking, while the Andrei people usually leave a section of finger bone.”

"..."

It’s over.

Lyle looked at the diligent demon guards and the eagerly awaiting members of the guild behind him.

Am I about to be exposed?

Lyle took a deep breath and finally made a decision.

“Shining”.

"What is it, boss?"

"You all say I'm bound to win, right?"

"Of course, the boss is the Plague Doctor, a supernova in necromancy."

"Then, I don't need this life box!" Without using resurrection methods, I'm going to start fighting. This is a do-or-die battle.

"Hiss." Lyle heard his companion gasp.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, for your safety..." Mr. Flexibility was just about to persuade him.

"Good!" The manipulator's cheer interrupted him. "As expected of the target I've chosen! Plague Doctor! Your spirit is absolutely unmatched by any dead man. Damn it, I'm so fired up that I want to fight in your place!" Well then, why don't you take action?

Under manipulation, the bright and flexible advice disappeared, leaving only praise and support.

In this atmosphere, a clang was heard.

The demon guard's halberd fell to the ground. Jacob was panting heavily, his muscles trembling, his eyes fixed on Lyle, tears streaming down his wild face.

"I...I actually witnessed the birth of a legend!"

"What did you say?"

Jacob shielded his face with his thick, tree-trunk-like arms.

"I said I witnessed the birth of a legend! Plague Doctor, why am I a rough man! If I were a female demon, I could pursue you!"

"In all the time that the Black Abyss Arena has been operating, there has only ever been one person who dared to step into the arena without binding their Fate Chest—the invincible King of the Black Abyss!"

"You! You really are Lord Raymondos's offspring!"

"????"

Lyle seemed to have realized something, and the commentators off the field also expressed their doubts.

"My friends! My beloved brothers! You must be very curious! Why am I, Big Big Biscuit! The chief commentator of the Black Abyss Arena, here to commentate on this trivial Andrei rivalry! Is there no better battle in our Black Abyss Arena?"

"Of course not! It's because... I heard some big news from my friends in the Andrei Literary Society!"

"That's our next president of the Necromancer Figure Club! The Plague Doctor!"

"He originally belonged to the Holy Light! Yet he fell into darkness, embracing evil spirits and death! He disregarded his father's glory, vowing to surpass his achievements! He brought his invincible army to the Black Abyss Arena to wreak havoc and conquer us for the first time! Beneath his feet lie the bones of his enemies! Before his eyes lies his victory!"

"Son of Heaven! Pure One! Rejected by the Holy Light! Please allow me! The rebellious Bigby has desecrated the glory of his fathers upon him! The only beloved son of Lord Remontos!"

"Our Black Abyss Prince! Plague Doctor!"

Amidst the deafening cheers, Lyle was trembling all over!

GTMD Literary Club! GTMD Literary Club! GTMD Literary Club!

Lyle's fingers gripped his Andrei Ring, the black leather rubbing against the gold threads on the ring.

"Mr. Raymond, are you there? Could you please wipe out the Literary Society? Be ruthless, don't worry about my relationship with Mr. Gentleman. If you reduce the Literary Society to ashes, I'll immediately change my surname to Holy Light, and I'll agree to anything you say!"

Chapter 204 Forgotten

Lyle ultimately did not use divine punishment.

It wasn't just his friendship with the literary society; more importantly, he found it to be a very suitable means of escape.

"This is an insult to me! I refuse to participate in this gladiatorial contest!" Lyle displayed sufficient anger, turned around, and walked out of the arena.

"Boss! Calm down!" The three companions clung to Lyle like ornaments.

"This is a battle between student organizations! Our student organization, our future! Please, boss, bear with us!"

"That's right! Boss! Although you've been insulted, with Mr. Raymond's reputation supporting us, our business can smoothly expand into the Demon Realm! Don't worry, boss! You're feeling so heavy-hearted right now! I will definitely do my best to earn back the gold coins to make up for what's missing in your heart! Boss! That's money!"

"Boss! Please, I want to pilot a Gundam!"

Lyle could accept his companion's pleas to stay.

Lyle moved his leg, trying to pull it out of the arm of the demon guard Jacob.

"Waaah, Plague Doctor, please consider the bigger picture! I know that idiot Bigby has blasphemed you, but please finish this duel! I'm over three hundred years old, and I'm still a one-ton child. I want to see a legend born before my eyes!"

"..."

It seems there's no escaping it.

Lyle sighed and walked back towards the passageway, which was still filled with cheers.

The cheers from the audience reached their peak with Lyle's appearance.

"Prince of the Black Abyss! Prince of the Black Abyss! Prince of the Black Abyss!"

The situation was overwhelmingly one-sided, and the cheers almost drowned out Lyle's ears. Nia stretched out two small tentacles and plugged her own ears, while her own hands plugged Lyle's ears.

Especially the excited demons.

It was divided into several different expressions.

The demons were overjoyed, heartbroken upon learning that Raymond had a child, a demon who had fallen for someone else and began to support the plague doctor, and a demon who planned to become the plague doctor's stepmother. As always, the demons fought fiercely for a place in Lyle's family tree.

Humiliation and helplessness almost stripped Lyle of his pretense, and Lyle was somewhat unwilling to look at the expression of his opponent, the president of the Monster Breeding Club.

But he still watched it.

He noticed that his opponent's expression was quite serious, looking at Lyle as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Such prestige! So the Plague Doctor had a backup plan after all?" He suddenly roared, his voice even surpassing the demons' one-sided support. "I already knew your weaknesses!"

"You are all newcomers to the study of spirit possession! And right now, the advanced research program in spirit possession hasn't even started! So, neither you, Mr. Plague Doctor, nor the other three will have the opportunity to delve into the most mysterious subject of spirit possession! That is a subject strictly forbidden to new students!"

"Your weakness is that you lack the means to attack spirits!"

"No matter how powerful the attacks of flesh and bones are, you cannot stop the impact of the soul!"

"This is my victory declaration!"

"My monster is a Specter!"

A spirit the size of an adult tiger shark materialized in the void behind the Warcraft Club president, soaring through the air. Lyle felt a slight stinging pain in his eyelids simply from looking at that transparent spirit.

"Mr. Plague Doctor! It's not too late for you to surrender! For Mr. Raymond's sake, I'll show mercy. Surrender!" He was simply afraid of Raymond's retaliation. After all, he had won the gang but lost his life and ended up with nothing.

Lyle initially considered giving up after hearing his opponent's threat; after all, integrity meant nothing compared to life. However, it seemed like he had a sure win. There was no need to surrender; victory would be easily within his grasp.

Lyle patted Nia's head, watching her leisurely sway her tentacles. "You won't have a chance to shine, Nia." Lyle spoke with an air of profound mystery; it's always enjoyable to show off when there's no danger to your life.

"Come on, unknown sir, and your gang, march down to defeat before me."

Game start.

The Specter glared maliciously at Lyle, sending a chill down his spine. Well, Lyle was practically immune to the Specter's powers. He watched the dangerous spirit rapidly approaching, its gaping maw seemingly able to see through to its opponents behind it, and patted the slightly agitated Nia.

"Mr. Ernest?"

Boom! A loud explosion resounded in the hearts of every onlooker, their gazes focusing on what lay behind Lyle, on Nia's back. A black cloud was erupting, rapidly solidifying.

Clad in blood-stained black armor, Ernest, the knight leader of Naslan's territory, immediately entered battle mode.

"Roar!" The furious battle roar shook everyone to their core. Just as the Specter was frozen in shock from the soul-shaking, Ernest drew his spirit greatsword and sliced ​​it into soul fillets.

The black-armored vengeful spirit did not give up. Orest raised his greatsword high and slashed it down on the Beastmaster.

Although the opponent's body remained intact in the end, all the spectators knew that his soul had been chopped into mincemeat by the slash.