Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

The burning spear was centimeters away from reaching his face.

Brian felt the air and how hot it had gotten just from the fire, and soon that fire was going to collide with his head. He cursed at his stupid decision not to wear a helmet.

He had to choose, as this was both a physical and magical attack—should he block the physical or the magical aspect?

He didn't have much time to ponder on the issues, so he changed his aura to block only physical attacks because he knew his face burning was significantly better than having his head pierced by a spear.

The aura around him changed once again as Zaroth's spear collided with his head, unable to pierce it. In the next moment, Brian's hair and eyebrows caught aflame.@@novelbin@@

He screamed in pain as he took a step back, trying to compose himself, but Zaroth, with eyes like those of a predator, had already thrust again toward Brian's head.

This time, Brian wasn't paying attention, and as such, he wouldn't be able to block the attack.

Zaroth, despite having his arm almost cut in two, watched with a smile as the spear was moments away from reaching Brian's head.

"Die, die, die." It seemed that he was experiencing pleasure from just the thought of killing Brian, so he focused all his sight on the moment his spear would doom the man.

But alas, it seemed that he wasn't fast enough, as the observer of the fight had moved lightning fast and caught Zaroth's spear before it could kill the man.

"The winner is Zaroth!" the announcer spoke loudly as he got into the center of the arena.

The audience burst into cheers, with the exception of Brian's harem, which was nowhere to be found. It seemed once they saw him lose this badly, with his hair and face burned to a crisp, they lost interest in the match and left early.

Zaroth, meanwhile, ignoring the cheers around him, shifted his gaze to the only person who had shown him support before the fight—Midnight.

She was sitting in her seat with one leg over the other and an alluring smile on her face.

For a moment, Zaroth's heart seemed to skip a beat just by looking at her.

"Don't move." Hearing a female voice, Zaroth shifted his gaze from Midnight to a woman who seemed to be the healer. Said healer was looking at the sword buried deep into his arm, wondering how she should approach the situation.

He smiled awkwardly, "If you can get me healed up fast, my adrenaline is running out, and it's starting to hurt."

*****

"So, happy?" Midnight asked as they walked.

"Yeah… I honestly didn't expect you to show me public support. Why did you do that?" Zaroth asked as he shifted his head toward her.

It was for a fraction of a second, but it seemed that her cheeks had become a bit red. "I… just felt bad watching your opponent get so much support while you didn't get any," she spoke.

'And I do owe my life to you, as you saved me,' she didn't say the other part out loud.

"I see… Well, thanks. It did lift my spirits," he grinned.

'Ask her if she wants to go to a café!' Luna's comment caught Zaroth off guard.

'But why—'

'Just do it!' Luna interrupted him.

'She's just going to decline, but if Luna wants me to, oh well,' Zaroth thought.

"Midnight, are you free? Do you want to quickly visit the café?"

At his words, her crimson eyes seemed to widen for a second before returning to normal. "Sure, I do have some free time."

Zaroth was surprised as to why Midnight agreed to his proposal, but he didn't pay much attention to it as they headed to a nearby café.

*****

'This stuff is wild,' Zaroth thought as he observed the coffee.

He usually saved money, always buying the cheapest options, but today he was looking at one that was more expensive than a whole bottle of alcohol.

He wondered if it was worth it, but its aroma was so good he couldn't help himself but take a sip.

His eyes widened in awe. He had never tasted something this good! It was better than any bottle of alcohol he had ever drunk! And not only that, but he immediately felt energized. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

'Wow, I don't think I'll be able to go back to the cheap stuff after this,' he thought as he shifted his gaze to Midnight.

She was sitting across from him and was currently stirring the hot coffee. A second later, she was done and brought it to her mouth as her lips opened to take a small sip.

Zaroth, looking at her crimson eyes and hair, felt his heart rate increase as his body grew hotter.

He didn't even need to ask himself why, because from the date with Elysia, he had learned that he was attracted to the dangerous—the more dangerous, the better.

'But to a vampire?' he doubted himself as he took a better look at her.

Her crimson hair was over one of her shoulders, and her shining eyes were calmly staring at the coffee. Her clothes clung tightly to her physique, and her perfectly clear white face…

Zaroth gulped suddenly as he cursed inwardly, 'Fuck! I've fallen for another one!'

A second later, realization hit him—now that they were in a café, it was the same as being on a date.

This was undoubtedly what Luna had planned all this time. Zaroth wanted to scold her, but it was clear that now wasn't the time or place.

'Oh, fuck it!' he was irritated. He was going to shoot his shot right from the bat—he was scoring today!

"Midnight."

Hearing her name being called, she slowly shifted her gaze upward, only to see Zaroth's green cat-like eyes, which seemed to have narrowed like a hunter's.

Zaroth straightened his back as much as he could, remembering Roran and Lily's teachings. He smiled a little as he spoke,

"This situation… it's like we're on a date, isn't it?"