Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

Zaroth was looking at the message from his bracelet.

The time for the sixth round had arrived.

He sighed as he lay on the bed. These past few days, while getting better at handling daggers, he had yet to decide what the next spell he wanted to learn would be.

"Tomorrow…" he muttered under his breath. A second later, Midnight came into his mind.

He wondered how she was feeling—had she sorted out her thoughts, perhaps?

Truthfully, he wanted to message her, but Luna had advised against the idea.

"But why?" he asked.

"Listen," she spoke while stretching her alluring body.

"You don't seem to really understand the feelings of women that well. She needs some time. But you don't have to be worried. I mean, she has already slept with you. It will just take her time to accept the fact that she is attracted to a human."

"How do you know that? Aren't you a dragon? How are you able to understand women's emotions then?" he countered.

She smirked as she approached him, sitting right next to him on the bed. She put a hand over his shoulder and moved him towards herself gently, as she whispered right into his ear. "That is because I am a woman." Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

Zaroth felt his blood grow hotter. "Well, if you say so," he muttered.

With a grunt, he got up and undressed there was still time before going to sleep, so he was going to use the time to train a bit.

Now, his workout took about an hour and a half, because it took time to push his muscles to their limit.

He glanced at himself in the mirror.

It was like he had been transformed—his body didn't look malnourished anymore. His shoulders were big and round, his back was wide, while his waist was relatively small, giving him the V-taper look.

"It is wonder what eating three meals a day would do to you…" he whispered as his thoughts drifted to his mother.

Would she be happy to see me look like that? Her weak son wasn't here anymore, now Zaroth's body resembled that of a warrior.

His lips curved into a smile as he clenched his fist, looking forward to tomorrow's challenge.

*****

"Wow, there are more than a hundred people watching the fight," he muttered as he observed the seats. It seemed more and more people were coming to observe the fights.

There was even a man who was going around the arena offering drinks for outrageous prices.

Others were placing bets on who was going to win.

"On one side, we have Zaroth!" the announcer spoke, getting the attention of the arena.

Endless whispers began to spread.

"Zaroth? The one who got first place in the hunting competition?"

"He really has white hair!"

"But isn't he quite short?"

"Yeah? But he is cute, isn't he?"

It seemed that, unknown to him, Zaroth had begun to gather a certain reputation.

Not that he could blame the people—after all, he was first place in the hunting competition, coupled with his unusual appearance, and it was bound that rumors were going to spread.

'Wait, did somebody call me cute just now?!' he thought but was interrupted as the man at the center shouted again.

"And on the other side, we have Radan!"

Zaroth raised an eyebrow. He himself wasn't only carrying his spear but his daggers as well. He had become quite good with them, so bringing them was worth it as it gave him more options.

Meanwhile, his opponent was carrying two greatswords on his back. Each blade was longer than Zaroth's entire body. It was a young man, probably not older than a second-year student.

He wore heavy armor that looked like it would restrict his movements a lot. This, coupled with the greatswords, made Zaroth wonder if his opponent would be able to move at all under the heavy load.

Zaroth was pretty sure he had never seen him, meaning that they didn't go to the same academy.

'To carry such heavy weapons, does that mean his class makes him stronger or something?' Zaroth wondered.

"Let the battle begin!" the announcer shouted as he stepped away from the center of the arena, giving space to the two fighters.

Without hesitating, Zaroth fired a fireball at his opponent.

The green fireball flew towards the target but suddenly changed course and hit the ground.

Grimacing, Zaroth drew the two daggers from their sheaths and dashed towards his target.

Radan responded in kind as he took the two greatswords—one in each hand. Despite the clearly heavy swords, which must have weighed more than a hundred kilograms, the man was handling them like toys.

Dugging his foot deep into the ground, Radan dashed towards Zaroth. In the blink of an eye, the man slashed with both swords in an X formation.

Just by looking at the blades getting closer to his head, Zaroth knew that there was no parrying or blocking this attack, so he attempted to dodge.

But the greatswords, which had long reach, even longer than his spear, managed to graze him on his left hand, and blood began to fall out.

He cursed as he took frantic steps back. 'So ranged attacks are out of the question, and no melee will work too?'

It was clear that if things continued that way, he was going to lose.

Radan didn't wait a second as he swiftly threw one of his greatswords at Zaroth, who twisted his body at an unnatural angle. Sadly, his reaction speed wasn't fast enough, as such, he was hit on his shoulder.

"Not good," he muttered in frustration.

He didn't know why his opponent had thrown his sword, but he wasn't going to complain.

But his thoughts were interrupted as the sword that had cut into the ground suddenly moved and went back to Radan's right hand.

Zaroth's eyes narrowed, his mind raced with all kinds of theories.

'He handles these heavy swords like nothing. He is able to deflect my ranged attacks into the ground, and he can command his sword to go back to his hand… Does this man control gravity?'

He shuddered at the thought. This match wasn't even one of the main ones, as it wasn't in the grand arena. And yet, he struggled to come up with a strategy to win.

'The only way is if something distracts Radan while I attack, but… revealing my beasts so early in the tournament?'

He spent a second or two trying to come up with a different plan, but nothing came to him.

'Isn't it quite insulting? My opponent is using everything he has, while I am questioning myself whether to use my powers or not?'

A smirk appeared on Zaroth's face. His eyes narrowed like a hunter's and shined with menacing green light.

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In a second, Silverfang appeared in front of him, and so did the other four wolves under his command.

A few gasps were heard around the audience.

This man that had been fighting melee for so long had actually been a beast master?

But Zaroth didn't pay any attention to the rumors around him.

He was solely focused on his opponent, as were his beasts.

There was only a single command that came out of his mouth.

"Tear him apart."