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They had gone mad... all of them had gone mad!

Earl Cruz sat in the stands, quietly listening to the discussions of the spectators around him.

When the ruined, desolate arena had undergone a tremendous change at the start—one side becoming a lush forest and the other an evil land that looked like the dwelling place of the undead—the spectators around Earl Cruz had merely cheered at most.

Earl Cruz could understand that. Upon seeing such miraculous scenery, no spectator would begrudge a cheer.

But once a group of people who seemed to have stepped out of a painting appeared in the center of the arena, the spectators around Earl Cruz entered a state of frenzy.

It was like devoted admirers seeing their own gladiator appear in the arena, only even more exaggerated.

"Shudderer! It really is the living Shudderer, Loras Hughes! He actually appeared right in the arena!"

"He looks even taller than he did in the game!"

Shudderer. It was a name the older generation of Steel Country citizens did not wish to hear. Perhaps the people of Frost Country regarded this Shudderer as a hero, but in Earl Cruz's eyes... he had to spit on the bastard's gravestone.

But in truth, the history associated with Shudderer was simply too distant—so distant that the young people of Steel Country had forgotten he had ever existed.

Few people of Earl Cruz's generation knew of this Shudderer either...

Yet now, every spectator around Earl Cruz knew Shudderer inside and out, regardless of which country they came from!

Since when had that damned thug become so famous?

"Kroshiel Team's second pick is Deep Sea Banshee and Elf Vanguard!"

Bronze Dragon's commentary interrupted Earl Cruz's thoughts at that moment.

Down in the arena, a heroine with a human upper body and a