The Villain's Story Chapter [458] Sweet, Sweet Revenge[3]

Chapter 458 [458] Sweet, Sweet Revenge[3]

"..."

Ragnar was in a daze as the blue display in front of him continued to replay the devastating loss of his son, he had replayed that scene more than a dozen times. his attendants, and other family looked at him with a weird gaze, some were afraid, Maybe their patriarch would burst into a fiery rage and nothing but ash would be left of them. Some were skeptical, was the patriarch maybe enjoying this?

Well, he did have some problems with his youngest, and thought maybe this was an entertaining end to a match he had already predicted would end with his son being the victor.

Who would have thought he would be completely overpowered? And absolutely humiliated?

Was he angry? Or was he enjoying this.

"This is unexpected."

Neither, he was actually shocked.

Even though he knew of his youngest's defects, never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would lose, he had trained him himself, which was it came as a surprise.

In his grand office, he put the display down and stared at the ceiling for a while, his thoughts unknown. His attendants were s.h.i.+tting themselves quite literally right now. He could kill them at any moment, and replace them in seconds.

"Ha..."

A sigh escaped his mouth, his fire mana was so strong the temperature of the room increased and he opened his mouth.

His attendants stiffened up, thinking of ways to survive. What would the Patriarch say?

"Give me a report on everything that's happening."

He asked, and looked at them, the head attendant moved up and asked.

"About what exactly, Sir?"

"Tower, Battle-fest, what else?"

There was hint of annoyance in his tone, and his attendant quickly spilled the beans.

"The tower is still blank...however it seems that Alan Peccator is still steadily advancing higher and higher, We just can't see anything. The battle-fest's district battles are done, and now there are 8 contestants left, the battle list has been decided as well."

"Tell me the names, and who they will be fighting."

"Yes sir,"

The attendant took out a sheet of paper and began to read it out for Ragnar.

"The first fight will be between Kazikato s.h.i.+mos.h.i.+no from Twilight against Alexander Wright, a student of s.h.i.+eld. The second will be Lucas Hiddleston against the Second ranker of Eden, Abraham Firk, The third fight will be Henry Fornum against t.i.tan's Elaine Parker, and the final one is Sabrina Wellington against Olivia Olsfer."

"Is it? No Drakmor huh..."

Ragnar said, sounding disappointed. It was a great shame that a Drakmor wasn't able to qualify for the finals, but what could he do?

Manipulate it all? Yeah, he probably could do it, but why? That would cause internal friction and he wasn't that desperate.

"How is Elijah?"

He asked, suddenly remembering about the chosen of the fire supreme.

"Still unconscious sir, However our team is doing their best."

"Tell them to make sure he recovers soon."

He got up and just as he was about to leave but remembered.

"Oh right, when's the first match?"

"Right now sir."

"..."

It seems his perception of time was being altered with his age.

*******

[Alexander Wright PoV, waiting room.]

"Sigh..."

Alexander sighed as he checked the status of both his weapons, for some reason, he was worried.

He was filled with excitement when he first thought of fighting Kazikato, but now? When it was actually happening did reality truly dawn on him. He may have breezed past his opponents in the district matches, but this was different.

This was the dude that almost killed Alan as far as he knew, the dude who also wreaked an entire guild by himself. And the dude who sparred with Alan daily and almost defeated him a lot of times.

[Why are you worried?]

Festul, sitting beside him asked, he was currently playing with a ball of yarn. He was supposed to be a wolf but apparently he liked playing with yarn, like a cat. Deities were sure weird.

[Why are you worried?]

He asked again, sensing Alexander's distress, and silence.

"I don't know, Sorry."

However, he just apologized and stood up, stretching to warm up his body.

[Tch, there you go again.]

Festul clicked his tongue, throwing the ball of yarn away. Alex looked at him, puzzled.

[Always apologizing for no f.u.c.king reason. Grow some b.a.l.l.s.]

"..."

d.a.m.n, Festul had learned quite a bit from the internet. Maybe Alex should limit his access.

[Why do you go around apologizing? Sorry this, sorry that, f.u.c.k that.]

"..."

A supreme being was being so vulgar right, well, former supreme being. Alexander was baffled, he had seen Festul lose it sometimes, but never to such an extent like this.

[p.u.s.s.y.]

"..."

[Open up your status and compare it to when you were a d.a.m.n weakling, and be d.a.m.n glad!]

Alexander did as told, the main reason being he didn't want to be scolded again.

----Status----

Name: Alexander Wright(17)

Race: Thunder Wolf, Bloodline of the Monarch of Storms.

t.i.tles: Chosen of the Monarch of Storms, Festul, Harbringer of Storms.

Strength: C-

Speed: B+

Stamina: C

Mana: C-

Intelligence: B

Charm: C+

Affinities: NULL(?)

Description: Alexander Wright, at first a timid and weak boy that was easily bullied, but now a chosen of a former supreme being, he wields the unique element of Null and wields two blades, he is a disciple of the Sword Saint Arken Miller and regards the Sword Saint as his saviour, along with one other person.

Skills: Wind Blade, Wind Armament, Rage of Wind...etc.]

"..."

[Compare it with when you first started.]

Festul was completely right, he was weaker than the average human adult who was not even awakened when he first enrolled in s.h.i.+eld. He had only pa.s.sed the s.h.i.+eld exam because he barely pa.s.sed one or two physical tests, and aced the written exam. And even then, he was at a pretty low rank because of his affinity and other grades.

"..."

[Arken may have had a part in it, and the dragon boy as well, but you did it yourself. You f.u.c.king worked hard.]

"Haha..."

[Why are you laughing?]

Asked Festul, as Alexander's chuckling confused the little wolf G.o.d. He was confused as to why the f.u.c.k this b.a.s.t.a.r.d was laughing right now. Was he not being scolded?

"Sorry, I Ju-"

[Oh for f.u.c.ks sake.]

However, Alexander made the same mistake.

"Yeah yeah, I know I've levelled up, Forgive me K?"

Alexander walked towards the door, and right on cue.

[Alexander Wright, please make your way towards the stadium for your fight.]

The announcement came, and he opened the door and left. Festul followed him, the hallway was silent and only their footsteps resounded throughout.

[A surprise...]

"Hmm?"

[You suddenly calmed down and even became excited.]

"Meh, no need to fret over it, It's just a fight."

Festul hid a smile, glad that Alexander had recovered from his routinely upsets, and jumped on his shoulder.

[Good luck.]

He said, as he began to sleep on Alexander's shoulder. He would soon disappear inside Alexander's body in order to not disturb him during the fight, and also provide some guidance.

Alexander had almost reached the end, but of course, something had to happen.

"Is that you Alex?"

He heard a voice from upfront, and froze.

********

[Stadium, Colosseum, Capitol.]

Kazikato's POV:

"Haaa...."

Kazikato yawned on the stage, sitting down and waiting for his opponent, who was five minutes late. The crowd, which was more intense because these were the final matches was already throwing a ruckus.

"Did he p.u.s.s.y out?"

"No way...in front of all these people?"

They were already on to their weird speculations, well, some of them didn't even blame Alexander for being a coward here. Unlike the previous matches, they had done some research on the contestants now, and Kazikato, who already had an established fanbase because of his exploits in Aror.

He was known by many things, some names were cringe, and seemed as if a 16 year old had come up with them, but hey they were well liked by the general populace. He was quite famous, because Alice and Maxwell had used him for advertis.e.m.e.nt and even some products, which he may or may not have been forced to do.

So, the people knew him, but Alexander? His track record was terrible. The general public didn't know anything but that he defeated Kyle Flare and reached top 10, and before that he was a weak kid.

[We will wait just another minute or two for Alexander to show up, if he does not, it will be declared a forfeit from his side.]

The host announced, annoyed as well by the disappearance of the contestant, The people were also booing.

"Booo!"

"What did we pay for?!"

Of course they were mad, they paid for this, and the entertainment hadn't come.

Kazikato ignored them all and lay down on the hard stadium ground, putting his arm over his eyes and began to sleep.

"..."

Yes, he didn't care what they thought about, he would prefer rest more.

"That idiot..."

Alice and Maxwell commented from Twilight's room, sighing.

However, Kazikato's beauty sleep was interrupted, alexander showed up.

And he was quite p.i.s.sed.