Bab 383: A soul of Terror

The young man was submissive and Blake couldn't stop the way he felt about it so, he simply looked about for a while before asking;

"What about this trial? I do not understand any of it... What aim are we to achieve?"

Without wasting much of Blake's time, he answered...

"Survival of the fittest!"

Blake's eyes suddenly flickered and a smile escaped his lips.

There's something known as laws of humanity, it points out the varying weakness of every living being in existence, so...

All Blake needed to do is.. to exploit those weaknesses and become the fittest for survival.

Blake already knows the feeling of instinct, so he spread out his whiteless darkness that mixed with the strange atmosphere of the trial ground, his perception hidden within these whiteless darkness as it swept over the distant horizon and beyond...

Blake immediately sensed something and he turned to the Triadon-Envoy, but scoffed at how weak he was.