Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

"I can't believe that I actually came," Midnight muttered under her breath as she glanced forward at the center of the arena.

'Well, this could prove useful, after all. Zaroth, even though he has a dragon at his disposal, I doubt he would use it now. As such, he's going to have to use his other abilities,'

She quickly observed the arena. It was on the smaller side, and as there were more rounds to be held, there wasn't much audience at the moment—only about a dozen people.

This was surely going to change in the future as the later rounds would be a popular event that most people wouldn't want to miss out on.

The current fight was going to be between Zaroth, who was holding a spear in both hands, and a tall man with heavy armor and blonde hair.

Weirdly enough, despite the heavy armor the man had, he hadn't placed any kind of protective gear on his head—no helmet or anything of the sort.

Midnight wondered why someone would do such a thing, but she didn't need to ponder for long as she heard three girls shout from the seats of the arena.

"Ahhhhh! Brian! Show him who's the boss!"

"Oh god, look how hot he looks with his armor on!"

"How does he make his hair look so good?!"

It seemed that the man had a fan club of his own.

Brian, hearing the cheers behind him, turned and looked up towards the girls as he flashed them a smile.

This action seemed to excite them as the three of them screamed in an annoying high-pitched voice.

'Seriously, how pathetic do you have to be to bring your own harem to the arena when it's still just the easier matches?'

Midnight shifted her gaze to Zaroth, who seemed to be looking at them with both confusion and curiosity, but at the same time his eyes had darkened a little.

'It must feel shitty for your opponent to have people in the audience supporting him while he doesn't have anybody…'

Midnight sighed in frustration. 'Why did I agree to come here again?'

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Zaroth was looking at his opponent, which name was apparently Brian.

The man seemed to be having a conversation with the girls that seemed to have come solely to watch him.

He then shifted his gaze to the announcer. It seemed the man was waiting for Brian to be done with the conversation. In the meantime, as the fight hadn't started yet, all Zaroth could do was stand and wait.

'It must be nice to have somebody cheer you on…' he thought to himself.

'I am here, aren't I?' Luna tried to reassure.

'That is not true. You are in my soul, but not exactly here, as I haven't summoned you, so you aren't here,' he explained.

'Okay, you might be right… but there is indeed someone that supports you,' her words echoed in his mind.

'Really? Who?' he raised an eyebrow.

'Isn't Midnight here because you asked her to be?' Luna asked.

'Listen, she is here because you told me to invite her, and just from her expression, I was able to tell that she doesn't want to be here. She is just watching for the spectacle,' he answered.

'Zaroth… you really are a fool, you know? You have to be grateful you have me. I see things that your small brain can't seem to grasp,' Luna teased.

'The fuck you m—'

Zaroth's retort was interrupted as suddenly an alluring voice was heard from his side.

He shifted his gaze only for it to fall on a woman with crimson eyes and hair.

"Zaroth," her sudden call seemed to silence Brian and his harem, as all of them were looking at Midnight's breathtaking presence.

She smiled as her eyes shined with the same color of blood. "Burn him to a crisp."

For a moment, Zaroth's heart seemed to skip a beat as he found himself smiling before he even realized it.

"On it," he replied, shifting his gaze to Brian. It seemed the man, after seeing Midnight and realizing how much more quality mattered than quantity, wasn't in the mood for talking anymore. He tightened his grip on his sword, clearly angry and ready for a fight.

'Luna, why did Midnight support me? She hates spotlighting as it brings attention to her.'

Luna sighed in his head as she spoke, 'Zaroth, for a man that spends so much time in a library, you can be supremely dumb, you know? This is not something I will tell you, you have to think for yourself from time to time.'

Zaroth was about to retort as he was clearly insulted but could not, as the announcer opened his mouth.

"Let the duel begin!"

Zaroth launched without hesitation a fireball at Brian.

Brian, on the other hand, had closed his eyes and muttered something. The next second, some kind of white aura wrapped around his body, almost acting like a shield.

Zaroth's fireball collided only to dissipate as it hit the man's aura.

'So it acts like some sort of shield, huh?' Zaroth quickly made the connection that this man had a very similar look and abilities to the purifier's leader he had killed about a week ago.

Zaroth smiled darkly. "The purifier was much stronger than you, and yet he fell by my hand. For you won't even need to use my beasts," he muttered as he got into battle stance.

"Come! Let's see how weak you are up close!" he shouted in an attempt to enrage Brian, and looking at the man's face that had turned red, it was clear he had succeeded.

"You! For a man that has so much, you have so little manners!" Brian shouted as he dashed towards Zaroth.

Zaroth raised an eyebrow. 'What is this fool talking about?'

Deciding not to focus on the issue, he charged at Brian, who had his sword raised in the air.

Zaroth sidestepped the attack and used the opportunity to thrust his spear against the man's head.

But at the last moment, the aura around Brian's body changed, and once Zaroth's spear reached his head, it bounced off like it was metal.

This made him lose his footing, and Brian, taking the chance, slashed again, making a deep wound on Zaroth's arm that began to bleed profusely.

As the exchange was over, both of them took a few steps back with the intention to recover.

'So this thing around him protects him both from physical and magical attacks…' Zaroth's mind was in overdrive, trying to think of a way to deal with the enemy.

A second later, his eyes shined as it seemed he had gotten an idea.

He drenched his spear in his own blood, and then used a fireball to ignite it.

Ignoring the pain of the wound and the burning spear in his hand, Zaroth smiled darkly as he charged at Brian.

The man was able to block both physical and magical attacks, but what if he was attacked by both simultaneously?

Brian's eyes seemed to widen for a moment as he realized Zaroth's plan. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

In panic, he attacked horizontally, but Zaroth simply used his non-dominant hand to take the strike.

The sword bore deep into his arm, severing tendons and most of the bone, but the sword was stuck for a moment, and as such, Brian was left helpless as he saw Zaroth's burning spear centimeters away from reaching his head.

In that moment, Brian learned what it meant to look death straight in its eyes.@@novelbin@@