At that moment, in a room, several children stared at the screen with ashen faces.
"W-What... what is that thing?!"
A boy in blue kept trembling as he glared at the screen, his face drained of all color.
"A monster! That has to be a monster!!"
Another boy, wearing a snakeskin mask and ragged clothes, trembled just as badly. He curled into a ball and shivered.
"You've got to be kidding me... Is Daimon really dead? Then... what the hell was that?"
Beside them, a girl with pink twin-tails also looked deathly pale. She clenched her teeth as she watched the screen engulfed in flames, unable to believe what she had seen. If she had to choose, she would rather believe it was a scene from a movie than something that had truly happened to one of their companions.
"This is quite..."
Meanwhile, another green-haired girl sitting in a wheelchair wore an expression of surprise and interest as she silently watched the screen.
"We should tell Big Sister Junko..."
Fang Zheng did not care what those people were thinking. After taking down the boy named Daimon Masaru, he burned down the entire arena and turned to leave. At the same time, he activated his Personal Terminal and contacted the rear.
"Nymph, put me through to Shokuhou Misaki. I need to talk to her."
"Yes, Master. Please wait a moment."
Upon hearing Fang Zheng's order, Nymph quickly responded. A moment later, Shokuhou Misaki's voice came through by his ear.
"What is it, Mr. Fang Zheng? It's rare for you to come looking for me."
"I need your help with something."
As he walked, Fang Zheng described the situation here to Shokuhou Misaki. After hearing him out, she did not respond for quite a while.
"...Shokuhou? Are you listening?"
"I'm listening... Damn