Next, three people successfully entered the finals: Batman and the two Schillers. That meant someone would definitely get a bye. The three of them drew lots the same way as before.
As expected, Pride got the bye. Of the three unlucky bastards, Pride seemed to be the luckiest one. The other two were pure unlucky bears; they could not have made it to the finals without at least a little luck.
Though he had expected it, Greed was still a little annoyed. How could he be this unlucky?
Just thinking about facing Arkham Batman controlled by the real Batman gave him a headache.
Little did he know Batman was having a headache too. They had practically already predicted the outcome. Arkham Batman said, "Looks like our journey through the finals ends here."
"That's right. If we had drawn Pride, whose skill is unknown, we might have had a fighting chance. But Gray Mist counters us too heavily; our odds of winning aren't high. If we weren't doing this to experience the mental contamination caused by an Outer God again and find a way to deal with it, we could just withdraw."
The two arrived in the duel arena, while Gray Mist was panicking himself to death, muttering constantly, "What do we do? What do we do? What do we do..."
"Since it's come to this, put on some music," Greed said.
Though Gray Mist was panicking, he still picked a lively tune. In truth, Gray Mist had always played music in Greed's mind, especially during psychotherapy sessions. It helped Greed quickly enter a focused state. Sometimes he did it just to mess with him, though it usually did not work.
But this time, playing music felt more like cheering himself on. Gray Mist could not help sighing. "I've really made