How long had Ash known Valkas?
One day. In fact, all added up, less than an hour.
How had their interactions gone?
They had gotten along famously—Ash had been hacked bloody by him, and Ash had slit his throat.
Ash suddenly remembered that when he had asked yesterday, "What trouble will you be in if you lose to me?" Valkas's answer had been very intriguing.
"You'll know tomorrow."
In theory, merely losing one match to Ash should have meant nothing to Valkas. He had plenty of Contribution Points.
Just like Igula. He had lost even more to Ash, yet wasn't he still lying comfortably on his dormitory bed right now, drinking wine and cutting into steak?
Therefore, Valkas had absolutely not been selected for the trial list because he was in the bottom eight for Contribution Points. Someone had arranged it!
After all, the trial list wasn't required to be ordered by Contribution Points. There were too many rules in it that could be exploited, and whoever handled it could send Valkas into a dead end in a way that was perfectly legal and compliant!
Then why had it been arranged this way?
Because he had lost to Ash. This was the consequence of failing to get the job done. This was Shilin's punishment for him!
And that wasn't all.
The preferential treatment Elves received in the Blood Moon Judgment was almost predictable. As long as Valkas appeared in the Trial Livestream, the ending was practically set in stone.
So when such an arrogant, venom-tongued Elf, right before he was about to be smashed into meat paste, noticed that among the Death Row Inmates present, there was someone who had not only slit his throat yesterday, but could even be called the chief culprit behind his current fate...
What would