Chương 7: I dedicate my win to you lady...

Chuckle~

I couldn't help but smirk.

Turning my head, I took in the sight of the tightly packed stadium, their countless eyes fixed on me.

Sharp, unrelenting gazes radiated all type of emotions, laughter, hate, and disdain. Few were neutral, and even fewer were supportive.

But for most it were indeed negative.

It wasn't as if the stadium was small, on the contrary, it was massive, larger than the football stadium I once visited back on Earth, in Germany, if I recall correctly.

But this crowd hadn't gathered for the thrill of the match or the excitement of competition.

No, they had already assumed the outcome.

Their reason was simple, me.

To witness me for firsthand.

To see the proud man fail.

It was like I was a showman.

Yeah, I am!

I'm not like those cliché protagonists who go on about keeping the story flowing as it is, just so they can live comfortably in the sidelines. But again let's be real, hypocrisy is something even the author can't hide.

In the end, the protagonist pulls over all the bitches, steal the spotlight, scam the original hero out of his treasures and opportunities, and doing it all while keeping that facade of innocence.

Like, I don't know why these female leads are so interested in me, please let me live in sidelines of crap,

But that's not me.

I hate this story. Every piece of it. And if I'm going to be forced to live in it, I sure as hell won't let it play out the way it's written.

Sure, there are conditions binding me, but those don't matter.

From now on, I'm the one who dictates the course of this story.

Like the showman, I am.

And what makes a showman memorable?

Their emotions might differ, but one thing is always the same, in them, and in these puppies of Steve.

Not in me… not yet.

They think they know the outcome.

But a good showman? He never makes a worthy show predictable.

There's always a twist.

With a small press on Sasha's shoulder, I gave her a reassuring nod. She needed it. Her heart was pounding so hard I thought she might pass out at any moment.

Then, with my mocking smirk firmly in place, I ascended to the arena.

Yeah, I was in the total mood, to annoy my opponent to the very edge of their sanity.

The more annoyed they are, the more ridiculous they'll look when they lose. That's the formula for a perfect climax.

Darmacus.

There he stood, sword raised, his expression the very picture of irritation.

Of course, he was annoyed, he was ready to put me, his senior, in my place.

Was his pride hurt by my smirk? Did he hate the idea of me daring to think I could win? So much for the righteous, kind-hearted main lead harem member, huh?

But I get it.

He's a prodigy.

A child blessed by the sun itself.

With a body that grows limitlessly stronger, innate Aura with properties of sun, that continues to intensify while the sun is up, and the ability to topple beings of four-five minor realms above his own.

Of course someone like that would get irritated when doubted, it's only natural.

But what can I say?

I'm a bit of a sadist. I enjoy watching that expression, seeing the pride, the irritation, the way his kind-hearted character he always portray crumbles as he struggles.

So, to stoke the fire a little more, I kept my mocking smirk and greeted him with a playful, "Greetings, junior."

Now, normally there's no way Steve could ever defeat Darmacus.

But there's a reason I'm so confident.

The reward I got for cheating death.

Two rewards, to be exact, a Realm Ascension Card, and an Absolute Win Card.

Of course, there's no way I'd waste something like an Absolute Win Card on a mere harem member.

Going forward, this card will be my trump card. Who knows if the system will ever be generous enough to reward me with something like it again?

So instead, I already used a Realm Ascension Card before coming here.

In Seraph Chronicles, martial cultivation is divided into ten realms, each further split into twelve stages.

These stages represent the strength of a martial practitioner.

Before I took over, Steve was in the Advanced Realm, stage 3, a rare feat for someone his age, earning him the title of martial prodigy.

Yet even so, his opponent, Darmacus, the so-called Holy Child, was born an Intermediate Realm practitioner. Not only was Darmacus one year younger than Steve, but he was already at stage 4 of the Advanced Realm.

To top it off, he had the Sun's Blessing.

There was no way Steve could win, not even with the renowned swordsmanship of the Blackthrones.

It was common sense.

So, what happens when I shatter that common sense?

The crowd, with their hate-consumed minds, would never believe the results. They'd call it cheating, accuse me of using some forbidden artifact.

Even if I proved my innocence, there would always be some who wouldn't accept it.

But do you think I, a veteran author, would make such an amateur mistake? Absolutely not.

That's why I made sure the Vice-Headmaster and all the senior instructors were here today. With them watching, there's no way anyone could claim I used an artifact.

Today's stage, under the eyes of not just the academy but the entire empire, and even beyond, will witness the rise of a genius among geniuses.

Steve Blackthrone.

The youngest Elite Realm practitioner in history.

Chuckle.

"Senior, as a gesture of respect, I'll let you attack first,"

"What kind of senior would I be if I attacked a junior first? Come on, don't be scared, junior. Here, I'll even give you a handicap, I won't move from this spot,"

"You—" His face twisted with frustration, but he managed to control his temper "Fine. I hope this junior can learn from your wisdom."

Frustrated, he lunged at me without hesitation, his entire body and sword engulfed in a burning aura like the sun itself.

This was the Sun's Blessing, Normally, only Elite Realm practitioners could harness elemental energy in their aura, Yet for Darmacus, he was just born with it.

The heat was suffocating, the flames blazing with ferocity as they roared toward me. His eyes were fixed solely on me, But as he got closer, I saw confusion flicker in them.

Why wasn't I drawing my sword?

Answer was simple: Because I didn't need to.

I was far beyond that level.

Without mercy, his blazing sword came down in a vertical slash, aiming to split me in half. In that instant, I could feel the crowd's gazes intensify. They all had but one thought.

Is he going to die?

Sike.

My eyes glowed as I revealed my Elite Realm energy, stopping the blazing sword with just two fingers.

"Impossible??"

The word didn't come from Darmacus, who instead stood frozen in confusion with his mouth open.

It was the Headmaster who spoke first, his voice filled with shock, as he was the first to sense the Elite realm's energy, even before I fully activated it.

One by one, the realization spread through the crowd.

"Elite Realm?!"

"At only 19?!"

"Impossible!"

"This has to be the first time in the empire's century-long history!"

The senior instructors muttered among themselves, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief.

I turned my gaze back to Darmacus, whose face had gone pale. He stood in front of me, trembling slightly.

"Hope you learned something from this junior," I said with a smirk.

Before he could react, I elegantly unsheathed my black sword. My glowing eyes sharpened as I recalled the technique.

"Heaven's Dissonance."

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