Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

Seeing as everybody were passed out around him, the only one that he could ask for information was Luna.

"What the hell happened?" Considering that she was currently in his soul, he could have communicated with her using his mind, but due to the pain he was experiencing thanks to the hangover, it was easier to speak out loud.

'You decided to punish a gang of members that happened,' she answered indifferently.

Zaroth grimaced as Luna seemed reluctant to share the details.

"Just tell me everything from the beginning," he spoke, sitting on one of the wooden chairs, clutching his head, waiting for the hangover to pass.

Though to his regret, his head wasn't the only thing that hurt, as his stomach seemed to ache strongly as well.

Luna sigh echoed in his head, and a second later, she began,

'You were having a good time with your friends… Honestly, maybe too good a time. The four of you probably drank more than six bottles of pretty strong liquor.'

"I guess this explains the hangover," he muttered quietly not to interrupt her.

'After some time, your bracelet shined, and you saw that you had received a message that the eighth round was going to be the next day, so you got pissed.'

Luna's voice began to carry a faint hint of amusement as she recalled the events.

'You began to curse about how stupid the system that the emperor had created for the tournament was, saying things like why do we get less than twenty-four hours to prepare, and other stuff like that.'

Zaroth crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. He had to admit, even if he had been drunk at the time, he was right. After all, if someone wanted the students to truly prepare themselves, they would be given a warning earlier. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

There was a chance that the emperor wanted to test how the students would react to unexpected situations, which would probably prepare them better for a war.

Shaking off the unnecessary thoughts, he focused on listening to Luna.

'With a curse, you got up from the chair and said to your friends that you had to go earlier than planned because you had to be ready for the fight tomorrow… until suddenly the doors of the bar burst open, and a few men with tattoos on their necks entered the bar.

Zaroth shifted his gaze to the men lying unconscious on the floor. As he focused his still blurry vision, he realized they had bear tattoos on the sides of their necks.

'Long story short, it turned out that this gang, who called themselves the Bearborn or whatever, had been harassing the bar for protection services. So, hearing this, you did the most sensible thing.'

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, 'Ignore the situation and walk home?' This was certainly what he would have done under normal circumstances.

'No, you were still pretty pissed… and drunk, so you decided to vent your frustration on the men, and funnily enough, once your friends saw you fighting, they too joined the fight without asking any questions.'

He threw a quick glance at his friends.

'After you beat them up, the owner came out and began to speak about how they were going to harass his bar even more now, and Lily got the idea to find their hideout and just get rid of them.

Zaroth scoffed. "But why would she do that? And why would we agree with her idea?"

'A lot of alcohol, remember?' she replied immediately.

"Fair enough." he had to admit that she was right.

'Well, you found one of their hideouts, beat them up, and then went to sleep. That's pretty much it.'

With a grunt, he stood up and shook Lily's body, then Roran's. After they woke up, he explained the situation to them.

Considering that he had taken time to let the hangover pass, there was a serious chance he was going to miss his match now, meaning he could be disqualified. He could imagine what Elysia was going to do to him if she learned that he had failed to advance in the tournament for such a stupid reason, which motivated him to run even faster.

"Barely made it!" he muttered as he took ragged breaths and entered the arena.

He was in a pitiful state. He had run all the way to the arena, hadn't had time to put on his armor, and for weapons, he only had the two daggers that he had started carrying everywhere he went.

'I hope my opponent is a weakling,' he thought as he shifted his gaze to his opponent.

It was a man of average height with red hair.

Zaroth's opponent seemed offended that he had arrived already exhausted, but it wasn't like there was much to be done about that.

"Come, Ignis!" the red-haired man spoke, and a second later, some weird mass of fire appeared right next to the man's side.

"Is that a spirit?" Zaroth asked himself.

Not giving Zaroth a chance to recover, the red-haired man commanded the spirit to attack with a fireball.

Seeing the fireball fly toward him, Zaroth raised an eyebrow as he sent one of his own.

The two fireballs collided and disappeared.

Judging by the puzzled expression on his face, the red-haired man didn't seem to know how to react. Seeing this, Zaroth couldn't help but smile as he licked his dry lips.

It seemed that his opponent had turned out to be a weakling after all.

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Looking at the beaten body of the man, Zaroth didn't bat an eye as he glanced around the arena at the crowd cheering for the fight that had just taken place.

"Honestly, arriving here on time was more difficult than the actual fight," Zaroth muttered as he began to make his leave.

He felt bad considering that he had left his friends to deal with the mess with the Bearborn gang, and he wanted to talk with them about the fight that had transpired.

Just like that, the eighth round was over.