Chapter 78 (1/2)

”The winner is MARCUSSSS!!!”

Booming voices of people and the commentator crammed his thoughts when the referee on his left proclaimed his name while raising his hand.

The system's voice had been hauled back to the corners and he jerked his head back to reality, shutting his domain in an instant.

Right now he was standing in the arena accompanied by the arbitrator and a lofty, voluminous swarm of city folks. It had been like that for 5 minutes.

If his eyes were accurate, then the king was quivering when his tread hindered near him. The Monarch had stridden out of his VIP lounge and had made his route down to the combat arena where he collected Marcus's scrutiny with shivering knees.

The winner was deemed to be rewarded and valued by the king after a battle. Now all Raymond was speculating beside Marcus was how to perform his part there as promptly as feasible.

Due to being appalled, the monarch had already decreed the faculties to carry the trophy as fast as their torsi could.

And they had already arrived in less than a minute.

The polished trophy shined with a glint of richness and gold. In its core was his name etched flawlessly in twinkling gold symbols.

His name appeared to glisten more than the trophy when the background sun glimpsed at it with its sweet and simmer beams.

Marcus was smirking at Raymond when he collected the mark of victory from him. It felt ironic because it was the king himself who was presenting him the trophy for defeati... obliterating his son in front of the entire metropolis and his twitching eyes.

His Dad's complexion was wide with contentment when he stood beside his son, meeting the king face to face, eye to eye.

His Dad's smug look did make Marcus happy and his heart was filled with satisfaction. The result he had guaranteed his dad had successfully unfolded right in front of Albert's eyes.

His mother was beside him too, her hands clamped concurrently while she implored God for her son's prosperity and insurance.

Marcus leaned his head on his mother's and soothed her with an unhurried hug.

”Your son has won mom. You don't have to worry about me anymore, you saw my strength didn't you?”

Marcus's voice was tranquil and caressing to her ears as Reiren bobbed her head making her son's bounce along with her's.

Her worry finally lifted when she saw the massive trophy on her son's hand, the crowd's corroborative glees transmitted a proud chill down her spine, inducing goosebumps all over her body as if a kid took a nibble of ice cream.

The King settled himself far away from Marcus and his family but still stood on the elevated victor's platform, his head was sagged low, eyes gawking the ground with remorse.

What was he supposed to do?. Now that he had underestimated Marcus and has inferred his terrifying powers, he had to get rid of him immediately. Marcus was now a potential threat to his throne and Raymond didn't like it.

His hands trembled and his eyes quivered. Raymond's mind ballooned as it shrieked at him.

”You'll regret this Marcus G Orno, both you and your family”

Raymond had made up his mind.

It was time to repeat what his precursors had committed.

It was time to call The Demon God.

The same Demon God who stymied Ravens for his progenitors.

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