Who Wants to Watch Nicaldo's Arena Together?

Castro was completely out of options now. This was the downside of being an assassin—once someone broke your invisibility, your combat strength immediately dropped by thirty percent. The revealing dust turned Castro into a humanoid lightbulb, making him as conspicuous as possible.

In an instant, a group of Viking Berserkers led by Korgan Bloodaxe and Dios charged in from both sides with battleaxes in hand, while the shadow assassins, led by the father-and-son pair Dulham and Trism, closed in from behind.

And worse was yet to come. An enormous magical barrier descended over the entire mansion like an upside-down bowl! Castro had nowhere left to escape!

"Hehehe, look what we found! A rat caught in the light! Look at that panicked little expression! It's like I just drank a glass of ice-cold beer! Hahahaha!"

Holding his battleaxe, Korgan Bloodaxe licked his lips and spoke with a vicious grin. The malice in his eyes was practically overflowing. He despised anyone who refused to fight face-to-face, and he had always treated such people with the utmost hostility.

"Get lost, Korgan! He's mine!" Just as Korgan Bloodaxe was about to step forward and chop the assassin before him into pieces, a voice that sounded like an explosion of flames roared at him!

The flame giant Solam had transformed into emerged from the room—if dragging a mass of fiercely burning fire along could be considered walking. Only then did Korgan Bloodaxe notice the fiery monster. He quickly recognized who it was. Though he could not tell from its appearance, the collar around its neck told him not to disobey orders.

Who else could it be but Solam?

"Boss? How did you end up like this? Though, now that I think about it, this look is pretty badass." A madman's sense of beauty was always