Novel Full Chapter 334: Tittle Acquired
Chapter 334: Tittle Acquired
Razeal wore the newly gifted set of royal vampire attire as he looked down, flexing his hands. It was not bad.. very comfortable, to say the least. Just by looking at it, it radiated absolute royalty, as though no finer garment for a monarch could possibly exist. Nor anything more expensive, at least from what Razeal had ever seen. Even the clothes Celestia or Selena wore among the most costly of all did not come close to this.
In any case, he did not pay much attention to its appearance. Instead, he focused on why the suit was ranked S+. When he read the description, he understood why.
A suit created from threads of the rare Crimson Light Violent Spider and the extremely poisonous Black Cornat Spiderbwhatever those were. The suit granted the wearer full defense against any attack below A-rank, complete with automatic regeneration and an auto-cleaning function that prevented dust or stains through embedded magic. All in all, it was simply good, Razeal thought, without dwelling on it further.
Anything that covered his body was enough for him. He was already feeling embarrassed after all, millions of people had seen him naked, and he had not even been aware of it at the time.
Sigh… this is so cringe, Razeal thought to himself.
But then again, what could he do? Making embarrassed expressions now would change nothing. Once, a great man had said: If you are caught doing something embarrassing, do not show embarrassment yourself. Act as though you feel nothing then the other person will be the one who feels embarrassed. Whether it was wisdom or nonsense didn’t matter. He followed it anyway.
With his body finally covered, his attention returned to the arena.
As he looked down at Knox, who lay unconscious on the floor, not looking like he would wake up anytime soon. “So.. Did I win?”
He turned his face toward King Julius, who was still standing there, a brain-burnt expression on his face as if he were thinking about something complicated, lost deep in his own thoughts. But anyways Razeal didn’t care about disturbing cold man as he asked directly.
King Julius, absorbed in his worries, was jolted awake by Razeal’s words. He looked at him speechlessly.
“Umm… yeah. You did.”
He still didn’t say anything else, only nodded his head. I still have a chance, right? The king thought to himself afterall the kid.. only needed second place. If by some chance the kid held himself back in that competition, it would be totally acceptable. Not to mention he couldn’t say no now. Literally everyone had seen the kid win. If he denied it now, it would become a controversial remark and stain his image and credibility.
“Good. Let’s begin the third stage,” Razeal said directly to King Julius, as if giving an order.
This kid… what is with the way he talks? Julius’s lips twitched at the tone. Honestly, he wanted to beat the shit out of him but again, what did he care? He was just a kid.
His eyes shifted to the side, to where Knox lay on the ground. If that punch had hit me in the face like that… would I have survived? he asked himself genuinely. After that thought, he decided whatever problem he might have with the kid… nah, leave it. He couldn’t have such a fragile ego as to fight with children over something so small, right?
Well… it wasn’t just that. He didn’t want any trouble, especially since this was Merisa’s kid.. Yeah letting him go because of her.. He repeated in his head.
Razeal simply nodded, saying nothing. From the corner of his eye, he watched Merisa, who was sitting on the ground, her body still trembling. Tears escaped her eyes as she stared at her son’s face, unable to look anywhere else.
Suddenly, their eyes met.
In that instant, Merisa remembered the expression and embarrassment she had shown her son. She quickly turned her face away, wiping her tears with both hands. Her expression shifted once more back to her usual cold, strict, emotionless mask, as if she had never been crying at all.
Then she turned back and met his gaze again, eye to eye.
Razeal though broke the eye contact as turning his head slightly to the side. His lips twitched almost imperceptibly as he let out a silent breath through his nose. Flowing crocodile tears now? Really? he thought, the sarcasm sharp and bitter in his mind. As if she actually cared.. He shook his head faintly, the motion small but loaded with meaning, his expression hardening as his distrust surfaced. The skepticism in his eyes was unmistakable, even if it lasted only a fraction of a second. To him, whatever emotions she was showing they were fake.. And he doesn’t beleive a shit.
Merisa saw it.
In that brief moment when their eyes met, she caught the sarcasm and distrust flickering through his gaze. She felt it immediately, like a dull weight pressing against her chest. Her hand lifted instinctively, fingers parting as if she wanted to say something.. anything to stop him from turning away. But her movement stalled halfway. He was already looking elsewhere, no longer acknowledging her presence. The realization struck her harder than she expected. Her lips pressed together, and she bit down gently, holding back whatever words had been about to leave her mouth. After a moment of hesitation, she lowered her hand.
Silently, Merisa stood up. She didn’t say a word, didn’t look at him again. In the next instant, she vanished from where she stood and reappeared back in the VIP stand, seated upon her throne. Her posture straightened, her face settling back into its usual cold, strict, emotionless mask, as though she had never felt anything at all.
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And just like that, the contest continued.
For the time being, no one spoke against Razeal’s victory. No objections were raised. The moment passed in heavy silence, as if everyone was still trying to process what they had witnessed. Razeal, along with the other participants who had passed other two trials, were summoned back onto the arena. They were instructed to stand aside while officials moved in to manage the competition. Authority figures exchanged brief gestures and words before the damage to the arena was addressed.
The massive crater created by Razeal’s punch aftermath was repaired completely, the arena reshaped and restored to its original form. Stone flowed back into place with unnatural precision, forming a new, pristine arena stage made of pure white, reinforced stone. At the same time, Knox still unconscious was taken away personally by King Julius, who carried him off without much of ceremony.
Only after this did the final stage begin.
Around thirty participants remained. All of them were brought onto the arena together, where the rules were explained clearly. One-on-one battles would determine the rankings. Opponents were chosen, fights commenced, and participants were eliminated one after another. Victories and defeats followed in quick succession.
Razeal watched the fights calmly. They weren’t bad, but none of them came close to his level. At best, most of them were comparable to A-rank warriors skilled, but nothing that extraordinary. There was only one woman among them who stood out, clearly S-rank, defeating her opponents effortlessly.
When Razeal’s turn came, the outcome was immediate. Before he could even fully step into the arena, his opponent would surrendered. The same thing happened again and again. No one wanted to fight him. Everyone already knew who would win. The remaining participants were effectively fighting for second and third place, as it seems like no one dared to challenge him.
King Julius, meanwhile, struggled internally. He allowed the competition to proceed, but he knew this situation would reflect poorly on him. Still, he chose not to stop it. He would let it play out properly.
During this time, Arthur stayed close to Razeal, standing beside him throughout the third stage. He leaned closer, curiosity plain on his face.
“So what’s your secret, brother?” Arthur asked quietly, glancing at him. “How did you do that?”
“Did what?” Razeal replied, his tone flat, almost dismissive. He glanced sideways at Arthur with mild confusion before continuing, “Knocking out that monster?” His shoulders lifted slightly as if the matter wasn’t worth dwelling on. “Well… it’s nothing much. You just have to get tortured, beaten to death again and again, and meet some really shitty people along the way.” He gave a depressing smile.”I mean i won’t exaggeratebut u even walked through hell to get this strong. It’s not easy.” Every word he spoke was true.
But Arthur waved a hand dismissively, shaking his head. “Ah, not that,” he said quickly, leaning closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. His eyes flicked downward for a fraction of a second before returning to Razeal’s face. “What I meant was… how did you get such a nice body.. And how’s it that big?”
Razeal turned slowly to look at him.
He stared.
Not angry. Not amused. Just… speechless. His expression hovered somewhere between disbelief and quiet judgment, as if he were trying to decide whether Arthur was joking or genuinely hopeless. For a moment, he said nothing, simply studying the man beside him, unsure what kind of reaction this even deserved.
“It’s natural,” Razeal finally answered. His voice was even, unembellished. And it was true. He hadn’t done anything deliberate. No special focus. It had simply happened on its own.
Arthur’s eyebrows shot up. “Natural?” He scoffed softly, shaking his head. “Bro, you don’t need to lie. Just tell me the secret.” He leaned in again, lowering his voice further, his tone conspiratorial. “Aren’t we going to be close now? You even passed the second examination. At this point, no one can stop you. Even my father will have to step back.. We coming to get in very close relationship now.”
He smiled as he spoke, nodding slightly, as if everything he said was obvious.
Razeal frowned.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, genuine confusion creeping into his voice. The words Arthur was saying felt disconnected, like pieces of a conversation Razeal had never been part of.
Arthur blinked. Now it was his turn to look confused. He studied Razeal’s face more carefully, noticing the absence of understanding. “Huh?” he muttered. “What do you mean?” He paused, then asked slowly..
You don’t know? Arthur genuinely was confused now..
Know what?..
“My sister sent you here, right?”
“She brought me here,” Razeal replied with a nod. “Yeah. What about it?”
Arthur’s expression shifted. He blinked again, longer this time, as if reassessing everything. Is this guy for real? He genuinely wondered confusedlu?..”Wait,” he said, lifting a finger slightly. “Let me ask you something straight.” He hesitated, eyes narrowing just a little. “You know what the first prize is… right?”
Razeal shook his head without hesitation. “Nope.”
Only then did he realize ..he really didn’t know.
Arthur bit his lip, cheeks puffing slightly as he struggled to contain himself. His shoulders began to shake. A second later
“Pfft~ HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA”
Laughter burst out of him. “Woow. Just… wow.” He bent forward slightly, pressing a hand to his stomach as he laughed. “You don’t know that? Damn. That’s.. that’s shocking.” He wiped at the corner of his eye, still chuckling. “And my sister sent you here? Are you serious?”
Razeal didn’t laugh.. Just confused.
He watched Arthur calmly, his expression serious, almost unimpressed. “I don’t know,” he said plainly. “Because it’s supposed to be hidden. Revealed only after winning. How am I supposed to know?” He shrugged lightly. “You know because you’re a prince.”
Arthur tried to straighten his face, forcing himself to look serious, but the effort failed miserably. His lips twitched, laughter threatening to spill out again. He bent forward once more, chuckling under his breath before finally calming down. After a few seconds, he straightened, placing a hand on Razeal’s shoulder and meeting his eyes.
“She lied to you, brother.. You are soo.. soo innocent.” Arthur said, still smiling faintly. “Everyone knows what the first prize is.” His tone softened, curiosity replacing amusement. “How did you even join the competition without knowing what you’d get for winning?”
Razeal answered without hesitation, his voice steady and straightforward. “Because I didn’t want first prize. I only wanted second.” He looked at Arthur with mild indifference. “So why would I care?”
Arthur’s lips genuinely twitched now.
He stared at Razeal as if he were looking at some rare, innocent creature he didn’t know whether to laugh at or be afraid of. What is this guy? He’s not this innocent? Right? No way. And yet there was something about him that felt dangerously unaware, like someone walking straight toward a cliff without realizing how close the edge was.
Arthur didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh.
“I don’t know why you want second position,” Arthur muttered, the words slipping out between breaths as laughter escaped his mouth despite his efforts to contain it. He raised a hand to his face, pressing his palm against his forehead as if physically trying to stop himself. His shoulders trembled. “But you’re dreaming if you think you’re getting second position now, boy.”
A low, almost evil laugh bubbled up in his chest. It wasn’t mockery exactly it was disbelief mixed with amusement so sharp it hurt. This is too good, Arthur thought. Way too good.
“I’m not fighting,” Razeal said calmly. His voice was steady, matter-of-fact. “I’ll just admit defeat when I step into the arena.”
“Mm sure. Sure,” Arthur replied, still laughing. He turned his face to the side, shoulders shaking as he struggled for air. Just looking at Razeal’s face made it worse. That serious expression, that complete lack of understanding it was unbearable. He laughed harder, biting his lip, then failing entirely.
“What’s the first prize?” Razeal asked. His brows drew together slightly, irritation flickering in his eyes. “And why are you laughing?”
He didn’t care much about Arthur laughing, but being laughed at for something he didn’t understand rubbed him the wrong way. He looked at Arthur with open annoyance, clearly labeling him a dumbass in his head.
“Nothing. Nothing,” Arthur waved it off quickly, laughter spilling out again before he could stop it. “You’ll know. Don’t worry.”
Then the laughter broke free completely.
Hahahaha
He bent forward slightly, laughing loudly now, as if he had just heard the funniest joke of his life.
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Up in the spectator stands
“What happened to your brother?” Maria asked, leaning forward slightly, her eyes fixed on the arena below. Confusion crept into her voice. “Why is he laughing like he’s gone crazy?”
She watched Arthur clutch his stomach, shoulders shaking, while Razeal stood beside him looking visibly annoyed. As far as she knew, Razeal wasn’t a funny guy. Not at all. So the scene made no sense to her.
“Nothing,” Neptunia replied flatly.
Her eyes were narrowed, sharp as blades, staring straight down at the two figures below. “Just ignore it. He’s got a few screws loose.”
Her gaze lingered on Arthur a fraction longer than necessary, irritation simmering beneath the surface. Is he finding this funny? she thought, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes. Laughing that much in front of him…
Time passed like that.
The fights continued. Cheers rose and fell. Names were called. Defeats declared.
And then
The final match.
Third position was decided. Only one fight remained now the last one, the one meant to decide the winner and the second-place holder.
“Both contestants, please come to the arena,” an Atlantean woman announced. She stood at the side of the arena, her posture straight, her voice carrying clearly across the entire colosseum. She was clearly the referee or official overseeing this match. “Let the final duel begin.”
Her gaze moved first to Razeal.
Then shifted to a young woman standing on the opposite side of the arena, a trident held firmly in her grasp.
Razeal exhaled softly. Alright, he thought. I’ll just admit defeat.
He was about to step forward, about to open his mouth
“I admit defeat!”
The woman’s voice rang out suddenly, loud and clear.
Razeal froze.
Question marks practically appeared above his head as he stared at her. What? he thought. Aren’t you supposed to step into the arena first?
But before he could say anything
The referee raised her hand.
“The final winner of the Royal Competition is.. Razeal!” she declared.
Her voice reverberated through the entire colosseum, amplified, impossible to miss. “May all glory be upon him. By his victory, he earns the first prize of the competition..”
She paused for just a fraction of a second.
“The honor of marrying the Princess of Atlantis,” she continued, her voice unwavering. “Her Royal Highness, Sofia Atlas.”
The words echoed.
Razeal, who had just been about to object, to refuse, to clarify that he didn’t accept..
Paused.
???
His mouth fell open totally confused.
“Pfftt!”
Arthur saw his expression and completely lost it. He burst out laughing again, louder than before, bending slightly at the waist.
“Ehhhhhh?” Maria blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to process the words. Question marks might as well have been spinning around her head.
Neptunia though gently grabbed the railing in front of her with both hands.
Her face was completely blank.
She didn’t move nor blink.
Her eyes were locked onto Razeal now not casually, not teasingly, but with a sharp, serious focus. She slowly looked him up and down, examining him as if seeing him for the first time.
“Wha.. what?” Merisa shot up from her throne.
The sudden movement drew attention, but she didn’t care. Absolute confusion was written across her face. She stared down at the arena, stunned, clearly blindsided by the announcement. Marriage? Her mind reeled. When was this decided? And without her permission?
Razeal stood there, frozen, mouth still open.
Before he could even form a thought
Ding!
[Congratulations, Host, for gaining your first title.]
[Title Acquired: Son-in-Law of All Sea]
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