Chapter 92: Arena Eighteen: Motives And Beliefs VIII

I felt confused, terrified even.

These people all around me, they looked the same as me. Some had blue skin, some had long ears, some had facial features of a beast, some were older and some were younger but... I couldn't mistake my face for someone else's.

"What is going on?!"

I yelled, unable to hold back any longer. At my outburst, the people inside the large hall, which looked even larger than a stadium, didn't get angry. Instead, they looked at me as if I was insane, they looked at me with confusion and amusement.

That pissed me off further.

"Who are you people?!"

I yelled again, but no reply came. Instead, muffled whispers spread throughout the hall and the crowd became noisy.

"What are you saying, Arnold? We're you."

Arnold-2 said with a wry smile. His face, which seemed familiar before, seemed like a spitting image of myself now, just older.

I frantically shook my head and stepped back.

"N-no... You aren't."