Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

There were simply too many mysteries that couldn't be solved. It could be said that Roy had made DiCeopolis truly understand what it meant to be thrown into complete disarray with just one sentence! Moreover, the more shrouded in mystery, the more uneasy DiCeopolis felt. He seemed to sense that something was happening in the shadows, and that the Major was just a small part of this conspiracy.

This feeling of being treated as a pawn, yet having no idea who the player was, made him feel very uneasy.

"Attention, Blood Knight, this is during a match."

Roy's kind voice rang out again. DiCaepolis finally snapped out of his shock and turned around to scan the surrounding arena.

The audience looked puzzled, but Mob's voice was incredibly excited. He seemed to have precisely captured Blood Knight's earlier panic, interpreting it as "Eternal Knight actually making the number one seed Blood Knight intimidated before the battle even begins," causing Eternal Knight's ranking in the prize pool to surge by several percentage points. The stirred audience then began to cheer, applauding Eternal Knight's extraordinary strength and supporting their idol. Among the dense crowd, Dikeopolis even spotted the still-unrecovered Candle Knight.

Viviana sat in the VIP area, which was enclosed by a fence, with her arm wrapped in a medical bandage. Beside her, a young silver-haired Kuranta sat upright, holding popcorn and a cola, bickering with a blue-haired Felin on the other side.

"Go Heng Knights!"

Such voices were heard everywhere, and people's attitude was very clear: since there was a local Kazimierz knight with extraordinary strength, legendary experience, and good looks to support, why should they support an infected person from another place?

The Blood Knight understood, but he also caught a slight discordant sound within the roar.

"Go Blood Knight!"

Squeezed into the crowded spectator section on the high platform, the red-haired Zalak girl mustered all her strength to raise the megaphone she somehow brought into the stadium and shouted at the top of her lungs. The exaggerated movement almost made her cardboard armor fall apart.

"You absolutely have to win! You're my idol!"

Decaopolis remembered her. She was a child from Block 0 of the Great Knight Territory, a settlement of infected people, named Sona, whose dream was to become a competitive knight like himself.

DiCaepolis promised her that if he could win the championship, he would help her and other infected people like her who longed to become knights to realize their dreams.

Indeed, regardless of Roy's purpose, he is now standing on the final stage, on his opposite side.

He is facing an unprecedentedly powerful opponent, so now is not the time to be distracted!

He turned around, looked at Roy, and said seriously:

“That’s incredible, Mr. Roy.”

"I told you, we'd see each other again soon, right?"

"This is truly a breathtaking reunion." The Blood Knight drew his crimson two-handed battle axe from his back, ready for battle. "Then, come on, this time, let's go all out. I won't hold back!"

Their last encounter was merely a performance to appease everyone, but this time, the Blood Knight will not hold back at all; he seeks only a thoroughly enjoyable and decisive victory!

A crimson glint flashed in their pupils, and the tissues and organs infected by Oripathy began to heat up—proof that they were functioning as substitutes for spellcasting units, unleashing Originium Arts. The Infected were natural-born mages, and their spell power and casting speed were often several times greater than those of sorcerers who relied on staves to cast spells. After all, even the most nimble staff could never compare to an Infected's own real arm. Witch-kings were rare, but the Infected were plentiful.

"Look, the match has officially begun, and a strong stench of blood is seeping from the Blood Knight's battle axe. That battle axe is undoubtedly thirsting for blood!"

Big Mouth Mob shouted loudly,

"It seems Blood Knight is planning to unleash his ultimate move right from the start? Is this the final of the Major, with such high intensity?!"

"The Blood Knight's ultimate move?" Smelling the blood in the air, Roy's expression gradually turned serious. Touching the two scabbards at his waist, Roy hesitated for a moment before choosing the Kazimierz saber that Koval had made for him.

In that instant, the Blood Knight's aura, which had been steadily rising, suddenly surged. The previously pungent smell of blood transformed into a viscous, scarlet mist, spreading outwards from the Blood Knight. Simultaneously, Dicaipolis seemed to merge into the blood mist, his figure flickering and rapidly closing in on Roy. With a speed that Roy hadn't anticipated, he swung his giant axe down at Roy's head.

"This is a move I've never seen before! Is this a brand new ultimate move that the Blood Knight developed to fight against the Eternal Knight?!"

Mob's commentary reflected Roy's own thoughts at that moment. Undoubtedly, this method of partially concealing oneself within the blood mist and instantly appearing to launch an attack was something Roy had never seen before in the game.

If we had to be specific, compared to the Blood Knight's blood-forged blades and rebirth spells shown in the game, the spells he's currently casting are more similar to the blood magic used by the Sarkaz Blood Demon.

He has become stronger. Compared to when they first met, when he could barely fight Dikeopolis to a draw in the practice match by holding back, the Blood Knight is now undoubtedly much stronger.

But it's not enough.

With his hand resting on the hilt of his Casimir saber, Roy's gaze accurately pinpointed the Blood Knight's battle axe, which was attempting to conceal its trajectory in the blood mist. Roy's foot suddenly strode forward, the blade unsheathed, and from below upwards, not in defense, but directly at the axe blade that Dikeopolis was swinging down!

[The Power of Bounty Hunter A]!

Its power is unknown, but it grows stronger against stronger opponents. In terms of sheer power, I could punch through Lentinium with one punch!

"Den!"

The sound of sword blades clashing with axe blades was crisp and piercing, and the shockwave from the collision instantly dispersed the surrounding blood mist. People craned their necks to see the result of the first round of combat in the arena.

The Knight of Eternity remained unmoved as he drew his sword, while the Blood Knight was already blasted five meters away!

Roy wins the first round!

P.S.: I forgot about the promised payment for two days, so I'm making it up to you.

After transmigrating to a post-apocalyptic world, Luo Xue became a destitute person living a precarious existence.

Fortunately, she was given the opportunity to experience a dreamlike life in the world of immortals and martial arts.

Each time I enter a dream, I experience a completely new life, and the dream only comes to an end with the death of each life.

Everything in a dream will be brought back to reality, and everything in reality will be reflected in a dream.

A dreamlike life after another, one unforgettable encounter after another.

"Is this a dream?"

"Was it really a dream?"

Or perhaps... reality is the dream?

After experiencing countless dreams, when Luo Xue awoke again, countless threads of fate were already tightly intertwined with her.

"Or perhaps it is because they do not know the nature of dreams that wanderers chase after illusions."

[I'm not good at writing summaries, please read the main text. Two yuri (lesbian) novels, both over a million words each, completed. My integrity is guaranteed.]

The girl Tian Tian died in her dream life.

Volume 1: Chapter 104 How did you become a Great Khan?

It was shaken open.

The Blood Knight steadied himself, looked at the blood mist around him that had been dispersed by the shockwave, and pursed his lips.

Although they had anticipated that Roy's strength was extraordinary, and therefore designed this difficult-to-catch way to launch an attack in order to avoid the weakness of insufficient strength in a direct confrontation, they did not expect that Roy would still find a flaw in them in the end.

The Blood Knight could release blood mist in a manner similar to the Blood Demon to confuse the enemy, but he was ultimately not a true Sarkaz Blood Demon, nor could he, like those Blood Magicians, manipulate every drop of blood precisely to create weapons on the spot, even turning the blood in an enemy's body into spikes to pierce through. The blood weapons he created were inferior to his own blood axe in both precision and strength. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never forgo the opportunity to attack directly with the battle axe. And the battle axe, without a doubt, could not truly dissipate and reassemble within the blood mist, thus lacking absolute "unpredictability."

Even knowing that this flaw existed only in theory, Dikeopolis still found it hard to believe. To accurately locate one's own constantly moving figure within the thick, pungent blood mist, to distinguish which attacks were illusions created by oneself and which were anomalies generated by the blood mist, and finally to pinpoint oneself and then parry—no, to counterattack—this level of difficulty was definitely not as simple as just talking about it.

"Cough cough..."

A sudden heat rose in his throat, and the boiling blood in his body surged to his heart. The Blood Knight's eyes glazed over for a moment before quickly regaining their seriousness.

This is the price to pay; forcibly squeezing the magical abilities of infected individuals is tantamount to hastening their death. The Originium within those infected individuals used as spellcasting units will not collapse due to the powerful energy flow; instead, it will continue to grow to adapt to the host's desire to unleash more powerful spells. If the Blood Knight were to remove his armor at this moment, he would surely discover that several more Originium crystals have grown on his chest.

"There's no time to waste, let's finish this quickly."

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, both to Roy and to himself.

Roy frowned slightly. His keen observation as a master assassin and his intuition as the last knight to join the Sea Clan were both telling him that something was wrong with the man in front of him.

Recalling what he had said that night, Roy was about to speak when the Blood Knight took the first step.

"Drink!"

A dense aura of blood, accompanied by a roar that resounded throughout the arena, once again enveloped the entire arena centered on the Blood Knight. Roy swallowed his words, raised his hand, and cautiously covered his face as he surveyed his surroundings.

This time was even more different from the last. The blood mist that enveloped the arena was not only thicker, but Roy could also vaguely sense the flow of energy within it.

This shouldn't have happened. While the Originium within the bodies of Oripathy patients can be used as a medium for spellcasting, their blood isn't. There are only two ways to make energy flow in the blood: one is like Rhodes Island's elite operator, Blaze, who directly heats the blood through spellcasting and then splashes it out, boiling the surrounding air; the other is like Warfarin or Blood Lord, who mixes Originium Arts with Sarkaz sorcery, thus directly using blood instead of Originium for spellcasting (similar to the cannibalistic rituals of the Wendigo Patriots, described as a way to gain power and cast spells by eating members of their own kind or other creatures, but not limited to infected individuals and doesn't rely on Originium; the specific principle is unknown).

However, it's clear that neither of the above two options fits the Blood Knight's current spellcasting. Such a large amount of blood mist would likely result in the target being anemic if used by Blaze, while it would be too wasteful if used by Blood Demon.

Unsure of the situation, Roy pondered for a moment, and a wicked idea flashed into his mind.

[Stranger] Loading. The path to godhood is long and arduous, but the thunder and lightning will never cease.

A flash of lightning appeared in his eyes. Facing the omnipresent blood mist surrounding him and the Blood Knight who had vanished within it, Roy raised his hand, his blade pointing straight to the sky.

"A brilliant fragment!"

As the words came true, a golden light suddenly appeared in the clear sky, illuminating a cross-shaped area around Roy. After the flash of lightning, a deafening thunderclap belatedly arrived, startling the completely stunned audience and commentators.

"Lightning magic, it's lightning magic! Faced with the blood mist summoned by the Blood Knight, the Eternal Knight was like a god of judgment, waving his hand to summon a sky full of lightning!"

"Big Mouth Mob described it exaggeratedly. For most people, the crimson of blood is an ominous sign, while thunder and lightning are symbols of justice that drive away evil spirits. Coupled with the magnificent presentation of the Brilliant Shard (the special effects were truly top-notch), the audience, who had fallen silent due to the tense match, suddenly erupted into a thunderous cheer."

Mob the Big Mouth also seized the opportunity, instinctively wanting to praise the destructive power of the awe-inspiring lightning. However, upon closer inspection, he saw that while the lightning spell had indeed struck, the blood mist on the field had not dissipated as he had imagined.

"Without the Hand of God or the Tears of God, the power and power are not up to par. It's all talk and no action, just a lot of noise but little substance."

Roy once commented, "[The Stranger] truly lives up to its reputation as the worst D-rank module of all its modules. With a bit of emotional intelligence, it has great potential for growth; with a bit of emotional intelligence, that's what a Warlock is like."

But as it turns out, even the weakest mod isn't useless. In the battle against Left Hand Knight, the Stranger mod shone brightly, taking a full two hours to completely paralyze Left Hand, allowing Hand to rank among the top three in the tournament's online power rankings. It wasn't until a few days ago when Candle Knight broke through the Great Wilderness Meteor that it finally fell to fourth place.

It doesn't seem like a good evaluation, but they still won, right?

And this time, it's no exception.

Roy may not have a good ability to locate enemies, but just because he doesn't doesn't mean that the Brilliant Fragment doesn't.

Blood mist, blood is a liquid, and blood conducts electricity! Although the damage of the Brilliant Shard without the support of collectibles is worrying, its mechanics are still there. Blood Knight, where can you run?

The golden electric net had dissipated, but Roy had achieved his goal. To his right front, the Blood Knight, who had been hidden in the blood mist, reappeared. His expression was solemn, but he was not as surprised as Roy had imagined.

“I know you have magic to conceal your connection to electricity.”

He said slowly,

"I also believe that with your intelligence, you will come up with a way to break my concealment."

"But I didn't intend to hide forever. This period of time is enough for me to prepare."