The Arena was swiftly repaired by the system's power, but the tension and violence in the air lingered.
Inside the Royal Box, however, the scene was entirely different from the world outside, warm and languid.
"Honestly, each one is more savage than the last."
Ye Chuan leaned back on the sofa and shook his head somewhat helplessly.
With a gentle reach, he drew Hinata, whose face had gone a little pale from the bloody scene earlier, into his arms and let her rest against his shoulder.
"Don't be afraid. They're nothing but false illusions."
He soothed her gently, then beckoned to Perona on his other side, who was rolling around on the sofa out of boredom.
Perona immediately understood. Turning into a ghostly phantom, she floated to Ye Chuan's other side and naturally rested her little head on his lap, then began directing the miniature ghosts floating beside her to feed him snacks.
"Ah-"
Enjoying this emperor-like treatment, Ye Chuan turned his gaze to Blizzard of Hell, who had been blushing and at a loss ever since the earlier scene.
"You, come here too."
"Huh? I... I'm fine!"
Fubuki shook her head like a rattle.
As an independent woman from modern society, she truly struggled to adjust to a scene comparable to an ancient emperor's harem!
Yet Ye Chuan merely smiled faintly.
The next second, Fubuki felt a gentle but irresistible telekinetic force softly "pick her up" and set her securely in the empty seat beside Ye Chuan.
"Th-this is my telekinesis! How... how can you do that?!"
Fubuki stared at Ye Chuan in shock.
"I told you, this is my box."
Ye Chuan spoke as though it were only natural.
"Here, I am the rules."
As he spoke, he casually draped a hand over Fubuki's beautifully curved shoulder, drawing