I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Silver Tear naturally disliked such spectacles, and seeing the earlier excitement, she couldn't help but frown.

"Why do they seem so thrilled?"

Dark Fox sneered, "Because what they're about to witness is a one-sided slaughter."

Silver Tear was taken aback, her expression growing even more distasteful.

Anyone could see that the frail boy stood no chance.

Wildtiger was nearly three times his size and clearly battle-hardened, his hands stained with blood.

The boy looked to be only in his teens.

Facing such a formidable opponent, he had no hope of victory.

Rather than wanting to see the fight itself, it seemed they were more eager to witness the ensuing carnage.

This, perhaps, was what made them feel most out of place.

Yet everyone around them was buzzing with excitement, making Silver Tear and her companions seem like they didn't belong.

Silver Tear composed herself, trying hard not to show her disgust, but some details couldn't be hidden.

John had already guessed that this place wouldn't be particularly clean, but still, the sight made him frown involuntarily.

They never dwelled on distasteful matters, but that didn't mean they didn't occur.

The world always has places where the light doesn't reach. .net

Where there is light, there is also darkness; these things are simply relative, and no one can say much more about it.

The match was devoid of any suspense.

The boy was torn to shreds within less than a minute of entering the arena.

Wildtiger roared continuously on the field, while the crowd around screamed and shouted incessantly.

Many even threw coins into the arena.

This decadent, chaotic scene made John furrow his brow.

It seemed as though everything here was taken lightly.

Human lives appeared less important than their entertainment.

Blood from the young boy stained the arena, yet no one seemed to care.

Everyone was reveling, screaming, cheering.

They celebrated the victor, but no one seemed to mind that the loser had lost his life entirely.

"Does this happen every day?" John asked.

The maid smiled and shook her head, "No, such large-scale events occur only once every three days. You just happened to arrive on one of those days. On regular days, it's usually just a few people taking turns in the arena."

Although the maid's response seemed innocuous, John couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

He had a sense that upcoming events might be inextricably linked to him.

The second and third matches were unremarkable; anyone else who stepped up was quickly dispatched by Wildtiger.

"It seems Wildtiger isn't an awakener," John murmured, frowning, having just witnessed two gold-tier fighters being defeated by him.

"He has been genetically modified; he's essentially a killing machine," Dark Fox added, his expression turning grim.

They had dealt with similar cases before, where modified individuals were devoid of any emotion other than the drive to kill.

Their sole purpose of creation was to deliver so-called pleasure to others.

If they failed to meet their master's demands, their only fate was destruction.

Although it was unclear which generation of modified being Wildtiger belonged to, it was apparent he was a discarded specimen.

From the third generation of genetic modifications, such overt physical alterations were no longer common.

"This must be from the first or second generation, or perhaps a later defective model," Dark Fox conjectured.

John nodded in understanding, his focus remaining primarily on matters related to Victor.

Fight after fight, the modified being continued to win, fueling the crowd's excitement even more.

People began placing bets on how many consecutive victories he could achieve.

As John and his companions watched all this unfold, they frowned but said little.

After all, this matter did not concern them directly—they remained detached.

They never forgot the real reason they were there.

"It seems our contestant Wildtiger is indeed exceptional, having defeated five warriors already," the host announced, prompting laughter and heightened excitement among the audience.

"As per our tradition, after defeating five warriors consecutively, he will now challenge our champion."

Although John didn't know who this so-called champion was, the crowd's excitement intensified even further.

Everyone was screaming, cheering, and shouting, and he could clearly hear the name being called out: "Immortal Messenger!"

Upon hearing this name, John felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

For some reason, he felt this name was connected to Victor.

After all, John had come to Chaos Star because of the Immortality Organization, and Victor had disappeared here.

Now, coincidentally, there appeared an individual known as the Immortal Messenger.

The three exchanged glances, feeling that this event was inextricably linked to their reason for being here today.

Yet, none of them said a word, nor did their expressions change.

They knew the maids here were essentially monitoring them, and they dared not reveal even the slightest hint of their thoughts.

John watched the screen intently, his eyes firmly fixed on it, fearful of missing any clue.

Amidst the wild shouts of the crowd, a figure began to emerge slowly from the entrance.

The pupils of the three in the room dilated sharply upon seeing the figure.

Despite their mental preparation, Silver Tear and Dark Fox couldn't help but gasp involuntarily.

That person! Though now ragged and bearing numerous wounds, with eyes not the color they remembered, and a dim, lifeless gaze, they recognized him instantly.

That person was Victor!

How could this be? In the arena?

Upon seeing the wounds on Victor, Silver Tear's fingers involuntarily dug into her palms.

Dark Fox struggled to control his emotions, wanting to rush down immediately, but considering the situation, he forcibly restrained himself.

No, they didn't yet understand the full situation, nor could they be sure this person was indeed their captain.

Acting rashly could only bring greater disaster.

The world was full of look-alikes, and after witnessing a genetically modified person, the appearance of a clone wouldn't be impossible.

It couldn't be! Absolutely not!

Their captain could not possibly be here.

In that moment, John was indeed momentarily stunned.

He keenly felt that the person appearing below was Victor.

But as to why he would appear there, and in such a form, he had absolutely no clue and didn't even know how to begin addressing it.

He glanced sharply at the maid beside him, only to find that she maintained her faint smile from start to finish, as if nothing had changed.

Silver Tear kept her gaze fixed on the person emerging in the center of the arena, not even realizing that her fingernails had left marks in her palms.

It couldn't be, absolutely not.

This person could not possibly be their captain, absolutely not!

How could someone as formidable as their captain end up here?

Moreover, they could see that the person's pupils were somewhat whitened, a sign of being mentally controlled!