A week passed in the blink of an eye.
The matter of the gladiatorial arena tournament on Leviathen Island quietly began to gain momentum.
In a somewhat shabby newspaper office, Dale stared wide-eyed at the draft of tomorrow's report that had just been printed.
"What kind of writing style is this? It's a little too... And the editor-in-chief actually approved it..."
Out of habit, Dale pushed up his thick, black-rimmed glasses. His tone was filled with disbelief.
When he had tricked—no, recruited Dada into the newspaper on Twin Island, he had been able to foresee Dada's achievements on the path of journalism.
But even the great reporter Dale had never expected Dada to race down that path like sparks and lightning, without stopping for a moment.
Not only had the serialized version of The Way of Survival become immensely popular, instantly making Dede Turkey's pen name famous,
but now, even a piece written with such shameless bootlicking could actually be approved by the editor-in-chief.
This was enough to show just how highly the editor-in-chief regarded Dada.
"This is too exaggerated..."
Even after figuring it out, Dale still couldn't accept it.
Holding the freshly printed draft, he crossed the disorderly corridor and arrived outside Dada's office.
He knocked a few times for appearances, then pushed the door open and entered.
What first caught his eye was a huge photograph pasted onto the opposite wall.
The photograph showed Maud standing atop a pile of corpses, Chidori stained with blood in his hand, looking back coldly.
In the bottom-right corner of the photograph, Dada had personally written several words: The Eternal God.
"Gasp—!"
Dale suddenly sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the photograph.
"Oh, it's you, Dale."
Dada walked out of the washroom, looking thoroughly refreshed.
"How is it? Impressive enough,