Chapter 532 Rules (1/2)

Darren shook himself, struggling to endure new scars and bruises that now covered all over his body. More painful, however, was the despair that welled up in his heart.

But even that wasn't going to stop him yet, and he prepared to throw another punch.

Yet the blow hit nothing but air, and before he could blink, his opponent retaliated with a hit that sent him flying.

He landed, grunted, then got right back up and charged, only to be slapped aside again. And again. Over and over he repeated his fruitless assault, until at last he was knocked down and could not get back onto his feet. But through it all, his murderous gaze stayed on Mathew, and he even started to crawl back toward his foe.

Only slightly winded, Mathew stood tall and looked back down at him disapprovingly.

Letting out a soft breath, he wiped sweat from his brow and spoke.

”Enough, Darren. This method doesn't suit you. I don't want to push you any further.” He gave a little shake of his head before continuing.

”This is all because my master made this fake Elsa perfect, as vivid as the real one. No wonder you're fighting so furiously.”

As Mathew said this, he produced a transparent pill, crushed it, and spread it over his exhausted opponent.

Darren was so bloody and wounded that he looked like a dead man, but this pill was designed for someone in exactly such a state. Thanks to the magic herb, he was healed and his strength restored in short order.

When he realized he was healthy again, Darren slammed a fist against the ground. ”What the hell is going on?!” he demanded, his eyes shining red with anger and disbelief.

”Let me explain,” said Mathew. ”My master wanted you to try the tests of the Starry Tower and made me out to be a villain. He thought that stirring up your hatred would make you stronger and more motivated.

But from the beginning, I knew this was a mistake. I don't want to see you like this. If I sent you into the Starry Tower the way he wants, it could very well make things much worse. Therefore, I'm disobeying him now. I will deceive you no longer.”

”So this Elsa is fake?”

”Of course. Why would I kill the real Elsa? But it seems my performance was good enough to fool you.” Saying this, Mathew reached out, took Darren's hand, and pulled him onto his feet.