"Fuck, I absolutely can't stay there any longer!"
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
This time, no one stopped him.
Daxim cursed the being that had trapped him as he sprinted out of the Arena.
There was hardly anyone on the road leading outside now.
Even the security guards were inside the Pearl Light Arena watching the match.
His footsteps quickened amid the music playing from the shops around him.
Daxim was fleeing.
"Almost, almost... just ahead!"
He saw a beam of light.
A beam of light leading out of the Arena.
It seemed like hope, the hope of escaping this Arena and fleeing those beings who wanted to control him!
"As long as I escape! Leave this City! Given enough time, I'll definitely grow stronger than that Altos! I'm a genuine Demon Person! No mere human can compare to me!"
That's right!
Daxim's eyes brimmed with hope~
Escape with his life, enter the Wasteland, lie low and slowly grow, then kill Altos and take his Demon Card, and finally become the Demon Lord and attain the Evil of the End!
Daxim's heart brimmed with dreams~
Only...
Bang!
What was that sound?
It seemed to be a gunshot.
A gunshot? That was normal, wasn't it? There was nothing strange about someone using a gun in an Arena fight.
But why did that gunshot make his soul tremble?
It had to be his imagination.
Yes, it must be his imagination.
He kept running, drawing closer and closer to that hopeful light.
As long as he could reach that place...
As long as...
"You're quite a fast runner."
Daxim saw several black feathers of light.
Daxim heard a gentle voice...
Where the feathers of light and the voice met.
Right in the middle of the light he had taken for hope.
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