Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

"Oh, that was fun," Zack sighed as he sat up on his bed.

He was prepared to be assaulted by a hangover, but surprisingly nothing came. Was he getting used to the alcohol, or had they just drunk too little?

'No, last night was really crazy. There was no way it wouldn't be—Zaroth seemed to have been able to get Elysia's attention! Of course, we were going to celebrate like there was no tomorrow,' he thought with a smile.

He used his bracelet to check the time, only to see that there were two hours left until the start of the first lecture.

"Should I go back to sleep?... Nah, I don't feel sleepy at all," he muttered as he stood up and approached a mirror that was mounted on the wall.

He couldn't help but grin. Just looking at his own white pupils was always enough to boost his mood.

They were the same as his father's…

"I'm starting to look more and more like the old man," Zack said as he laughed lightly.

"I wonder how he would've looked like if he was still alive…" Zack shook off his thoughts as he approached the shower.

He loved using cold water, as cold as possible. After all, one of the people he was aiming to kill was very proficient in using ice attacks. He thought to himself that bathing with cold water would help him increase his tolerance to the cold.

Plus, after a night that he barely remembered, washing his fatigue away with the cold was a strangely comforting experience

"Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?" he muttered.

A second later, his eyes widened. "Wait, wasn't the third round supposed to happen today?" After exiting the shower, he used his bracelet to open his messages.

Last night, when he was at the bar with his friends, he had received the message that his fight was scheduled for today, but he didn't pay much attention as by that point he was already drunk.

"Thank goodness I remembered to check." He quickly got himself dressed and went out.

He was going to follow Zaroth's example and just skip today's lecture, pretending that he was getting ready for the fight.

"There are three hours left until the fight… I guess I can take a stroll through the park."

Most students would have used the time to mentally and psychologically prepare themselves, but Zack did no such thing. He was simply too strong, there were few who would even be able to make him bleed.

"Uncle…" Zack clenched his fist in frustration but managed to calm himself down. There was no use in getting angry.

"Who knew the park would be so peaceful in the morning?" It was supremely quiet, most likely because most people were still asleep.

So Zack was able to enjoy the greenery around him, as well as the pleasant music the birds were creating.

He thought he was alone until he saw two girls in the bushes.

One had blonde shoulder-length hair and a white mask. She was gently comforting the other, who had blue eyes and hair.

"There, there, Sofia. I told you to be careful with how much you drink."

"I'm sorry, Vera. I guess I just got carried—"

She didn't manage to finish her sentence as she began to puke again.

Zack raised an eyebrow. 'Isn't this one of the princesses? Why did she get so drunk that she had to vomit so much in public?' he asked himself for a moment.

'Oh well, it's not like it concerns me at all,' he thought, deciding that his pleasant walk in the park wasn't going to be ruined. He simply ignored them.

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The time for the fight had arrived, so he went to the arena where the duel was supposed to take place.

After confirming his identity, he was shown the way.

Finding himself at the center, he observed his surroundings. The arena wasn't very big, it could only accommodate about a thousand people.

Though, currently, there were only about a dozen people waiting for the battle to start.

"Once I reach the grand arena, how will it feel? There's no doubt tens of thousands of people will watch me fight. Will I feel any kind of pressure?"

Zack wasn't able to keep talking to himself as the announcer interrupted his line of thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the two challengers have arrived!"

Zack shifted his gaze to his opponent.

It was a man of average height with messy hair. He was carrying two daggers, one in each hand. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

"Let the match begin!" the announcer spoke, and cheers from the public echoed in the mostly empty arena.

Zack's opponent dashed forward with all his strength, meanwhile, Zack was looking at him, unamused.@@novelbin@@

His uncle might have forbidden him from using his power, but that didn't mean Zack wouldn't use it.

Fortunately, no one except him truly understood how his powers worked. Everybody assumed that he could only make armor and weapons from his own and his enemy's blood, but that wasn't all he could do.

He took a deep breath and commanded his blood to begin moving faster in his veins.

Two times faster, three times faster, five times, ten times.

The faster it moved, the more oxygen it delivered to his muscles.

Making him stronger, faster, and tougher.

One moment he was far away from his opponent, the next, he was beside him with his sword thrust through his enemy's chest.

Zack seemed unbothered, he was used to cutting people down. As such, one more enemy pierced by his sword didn't faze him in the slightest.

The boy with the messy hair coughed blood and collapsed on the ground.

"The winner is Zack!" It took a moment for the audience to register that the fight was over, as Zack moved so fast it appeared as if he had teleported.

Then, a second later, they exploded in cheers.

Zack, not paying attention to them after confirming with the observer that he had indeed won, exited the arena.

"Even if I move fast, it's still not enough. I still won't be able to even scratch Uncle!" he muttered in frustration as he gritted his teeth.

He knew that even if he was strong, he would need help getting rid of his uncle.

Only two people came to mind who could stand against him—Zaroth, or more specifically, his summon, the dragon, and Elysia, the academy's chairwoman.

If he could convince one of them to help him, there was hope. He doubted that Elysia would help him at all, but Zaroth, his friend, was a different matter. There was a chance he would help Zack, should he explain his circumstances.

Zack slapped himself in frustration. "Why is the first thing that comes to mind asking for help from others?!"

Thankfully, he caught himself before making a mistake.

"I just have to get stronger—strong enough to kill the traitors on my own!"

This was his problem, so he was going to take care of it alone.

"Wait, Father, wait just a bit more. I will soon avenge you," Zack's expression seemed to darken as he headed to his apartment. He was going to train until he passed out.