Chapter 546 - 545: Who is the reaper

Chapter 546: Chapter 545: Who is the reaper

Keith was now fully grown, standing well over six feet tall.

He looked like a small hill as he walked toward the arena ring, which had fallen completely silent.

Raising his head, he couldn’t help but smirk.

"Heh..."

"Where’s my opponent?" Keith muttered.

Then he heard a faint whimper.

Looking down, he saw his opponent sitting on the ground, trembling.

A wide smile spread across Keith’s face.

"I... I..."

"I surrender!"

The veteran gladiator shouted as cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Hearing this, Keith chuckled.

"If that was your choice..."

"You shouldn’t have stepped into this arena with me."

Then his expression turned cold.

"It’s already too late."

Keith moved.

"N-No... please—"

Crack!

Squash!

The gladiator’s head exploded.

Everyone felt their hearts skip a beat as Keith slowly raised his leg.

Brain matter splattered across the arena floor.

Without another glance, Keith turned around and walked away.

At that moment...

The arena was so silent that even the announcer forgot to speak.

Only after several moments did he regain his composure.

"The winner..."

"Without a doubt..."

"The Devil!"

The announcer declared.

Yet there were no cheers.

No applause.

No chants.

Only silence.

---

Up in the private room...

The Young Miss frowned slightly.

She had expected at least a proper fight.

Even if the Devil won, she had imagined a beheading, a stabbing, or some other clash.

Instead...

His opponent’s head had simply been crushed.

Worse still...

Keith hadn’t even entered the arena carrying a weapon.

"Th-That’s..."

"Why... he’s called..."

"The Devil."

The First Level Arena Master swallowed hard as he struggled to finish his sentence.

The Young Miss nodded thoughtfully.

Soon, the arena was cleaned, and the next competitors were called.

But she had already lost interest.

Her only concern now was...

When would she see the Devil fight again?

---

The tournament continued.

Some gladiators surrendered.

Others fought until they lost consciousness.

Only Keith consistently killed every opponent he faced.

Eventually, it reached the point where his opponents refused to step into the arena at all.

No one blamed them.

After all...

Everyone had seen what Keith did to those who fought him.

Only a fool would willingly face him.

But as Keith continued advancing...

So did the Reaper.

None of the Reaper’s opponents dared fight him either.

One after another, they surrendered.

His position as the Number One gladiator had remained unshaken for far too long.

Everyone had already seen why.

Soon, discussions spread throughout the arena.

Could The devil finally defeat the Reaper?

At this rate...

The finals would undoubtedly be between the two of them.

Everyone knew it.

---

A month later...

The day had finally arrived.

Just as everyone had predicted...

The final match was between those two monsters.

Today, the arena was completely packed.

The betting pools had reached unprecedented heights.

Inside the private room, the Young Miss and her butler, Devon, were also present.

Unlike before, the atmosphere had become much more relaxed.

Over the past month, the Young Miss had constantly asked about Keith’s past.

From the unbelievable way he won his very first battle...

To the Devil he had become today.

Listening to the story, she couldn’t help but smile.

It almost sounded like a fairy tale.

Yet...

She hadn’t expected the boy to be so cold-hearted that he would even kill his supposed friend.

Yes...

Pula.

Although Keith had never truly responded to him, Pula had always been the only one willing to speak with Keith.

He ate with him.

Talked with him.

Kept him company.

Eventually, everyone began calling them friends, even if Keith never acknowledged it or chased Pula away.

But when the day of their battle finally arrived...

Everyone realized one thing.

The Devil had no friends.

Keith killed Pula in one of the most gruesome ways imaginable.

From that day onward...

Keith became completely isolated.

Just like the Reaper.

The two of them became the only gladiators feared by the entire arena.

Their treatment was now equal to...

Or perhaps even better than...

That of the Arena Masters themselves.

"Hmm..."

"What about the Reaper?"

"What is his story?"

The Young Miss asked.

The First Level Arena Master hesitated, his face showing obvious conflict.

"We don’t... really talk about him."

"But..."

He glanced at Devon.

Devon’s expression had changed slightly, and the Arena Master suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent settle over him.

"But..."

"If it’s for Your Highness..."

"I’ll speak."

The Arena Master finally said.

The killing intent disappeared immediately, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

These days...

His life had become increasingly difficult.

Not only did he have to deal with those two monsters in the arena...

Now he was also serving someone of her status.

Sigh...

Hearing that the Arena Master was finally willing to speak, Jeso and the other Arena Masters all sat up straight to listen.

After all...

Only the First Level Arena Master knew the Reaper’s past.

No one else did.

Even when the Reaper had first arrived as a slave...

He had been treated like nobility.

From the lowest levels all the way to the First Level...

His treatment had always been completely different from everyone else’s.

"He... actually, he isn’t human, nor is he from this... realm."

The moment the Arena Master of Level 1 spoke, the expressions of the Young Miss and Devon changed, while Jeso and the other Arena Masters looked confused.

Not human?

"It is said that he fell from... the other realm. He was banished and sought revenge, but he was only a child when it all happened."

"When he was captured, he said he wanted to join the arena—not as a slave, but to learn how to fight and harness his body’s strength."

"According to him, when the time comes, he will break out, ascend, and take revenge on those who nearly killed him."

The Arena Master of Level 1 finished speaking as everyone gulped.

Although he hadn’t revealed everything, the important parts had already been told.

So...

He had been cast away as a child, and now he wanted to learn how to fight, so he willingly joined the arena.

Once he was done, he would leave and ascend.

How difficult was ascending?

To the curious listeners, however, this explained the Reaper’s background and why he was so strong.

He wasn’t even human, nor was he from this realm, meaning he wasn’t a mortal.

"What do you think?" the Young Miss asked Devon.

She knew about the other realm as well.

After all, she was the daughter of one of the strongest men in the world.

Because of that, she had access to secrets that ordinary people could never know.

"That explains everything," Devon replied.

"He appears human, yet he isn’t. His aura is strange—far stranger than even the one called the Devil."

"I think there’s truth in what he said."

"But what I don’t understand is what gives him the confidence to claim that he will ascend."

"Young Miss, to ascend, one has to reach... the peak of Rank 0."

Devon spoke, revealing one of the world’s greatest secrets as Jeso and the other Arena Masters gulped.

As for the Arena Master of Level 1, he wasn’t too surprised.

After all, not only was he the leader of the arena, but he also served the powerful noble houses that supported it.

Because of that, he knew some of these secrets.

"It is decided."

"I want him to be my guard."

The Young Miss spoke as everyone sucked in a cold breath.

"Young Miss, I understand."

"But at least let’s see who wins between the two."

"Aren’t you curious to see the full extent of the one called the Devil?" Devon asked.

The Young Miss pondered for a moment.

"True..."

"Alright."

"Then I’ll decide after this battle."

"But my choice has already been made."

The Young Miss smiled.

"Yes, My Lady," the butler replied.