Nameless King

“So you already know about this, do you?” Wain uttered with a slight smile on his face.

“Sure. Marlis told me, but I wonder why you suddenly had to go to Death Shore? That place is the worst of the worst. When I was in the Fourth Chronicle I was afraid to go there, maybe you should reconsider.” Sven asked as he waved his hand.

[To open the next form you must find the Abyss Brush, that is in the depths of Purgatory.]

“Well… I’m afraid even if I wanted to take your advice, I just don’t have another option.” Wain shrugged while looking at the message in front of him.

‘This will be my seventh form… I don’t know why, but I have a feeling it will be something special, maybe it’s the number? Fine, either way, I’ll find out soon enough, all that’s left is to get into the Top 10.’ Wain muttered inwardly as he glanced at Marlis. ｂｏ𝚟𝚕.

Wain hadn’t been to Death Shore yet, but he knew it was an incredibly dangerous place, so… he doubted Marlis could get him there, but not currently.

‘Kadridas had to summon a Gate and go through a test by another Dragon to get into his world, but Marlis… she just broke the barrier, it’s incredible.’ Wain said to himself.

“So, Wain, what will you do next?” Osvald asked as he crossed his arms.

Wain thought for a while and said, ‘I don’t mind, but can you enter the Colosseum? I mean… you’re Arkans and you’re in the Fifth Chronicle, that would be problematic, wouldn’t it?”

Sven hesitated as he touched his chin with a thoughtful look, then he looked at Marlis.

“You can fix that, right?” Sven asked.

“Yeah.” Marlis nodded with a confident look, “It’ll be easier than snapping her fingers. We can’t miss the last fight of the Nameless in the Colosseum, can we?”

Wain was surprised as his eyes went wide. He answered nothing, just shook his head with a smile on his face.

“Great! Then let’s go right now!” Osvald exclaimed with excited looks.

“Fine.” Marlis nodded, jumping off her chair and her palms covered in green flame, “Don’t be offended if you don’t like the result. I’ll make it to my taste.”

Whoooosh.

Marlis waved her hands as the green flame completely covered Osvald, Sven, then, and herself. After a while, the flames disappeared and the appearance of all three changed completely.

Marli’s red short hair changed to blue as her eyes became green and deep. Her glasses were replaced by a long gray scarf and her body was hidden by a brown coat.

‘Wow, not only has she changed her appearance, but I also don’t feel that creepy energy that used to emanate from her anymore. She’s a normal person in the Fourth Chronicle now.’ Wain muttered inwardly as he looked at Osvald.

Osvald had an unusual and contentedly striking appearance because of his long red hair and muscular body, so Marlis changed his image a little.

His red hair was much shorter and greener as he had a black leather jacket on his bare torso as well as massive metal rings on his fingers.

“What do you think I am, a bandit?” Osvald uttered with a confused look.

“Hahaha, I just think it makes you look even more brutal. It’ll be interesting to see how you fight in that outfit, ahahahahaha.” Marlis laughed and looked at Sven.

His long blond hair turned black as pitch as his bartender clothes changed to a long white robe with a black double belt. A simple blue umbrella with a wooden handle appeared in his hand.

Sven twirled the umbrella in his hand and with a slight smile on his face said, “Oriental style? I like that, you certainly have good taste, Marlis.”

“Yeah. I did it!” Marlis raised her head in an arrogant manner.

“Well, well, what company… You all look as though you’d escaped from a fair…” Wain muttered with an awkward look.

“At least no one will be able to reveal our true identities. Wain, I hope you win, I’m going to bet big on you.” Sven smiled as though he could do something incredible.

“Ahahahahaha, I agree! This disguise can’t even be revealed by the Dragon! Colosseum won’t be able to suspect anything! I want this fight to be the most famous fight ever! Maybe it will be even more interesting than Sven’s last fight!” Osvald exclaimed as he clenched his fists and his aura intensified.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The energy pulses that emanated from him made the entire bar, bottles, and glasses tremble, so as soon as Osvald noticed it he calmed down and scratched the back of his head with an awkward look he muttered, “Sven, I’m sorry, I just can’t wait for this anymore.”

“Well, we’re not the ones who have to fight, so you’ll just have to enjoy the fight.” Sven said with a slight smile on his face.

“Sure.” Osvald nodded.

“Okay, Wain, open the portal. We’ll go into the Colosseum with you.” Marlis said as she stared at him.

“Fine. Once I get into the Top 10, you’ll have to take me to Death Shore right away.” Wain said with a serious look before he waved his hand.

“Whatever you say. I always keep my word, but none of us can protect you there, no matter who attacks you. It will be the most dangerous journey of your life.” Marlis said as her eyes became as cold as glaciers.

“That means that if I can get out of there, I’ll have nothing more to fear, so… that’s a good deal, isn’t it?” Wain said as he opened the portal.

“I respect your courage. When I was in the Fourth Chronicle, there’s no way I would have risked going into Death Shore.” Sven said with a slight smile on his face as he placed the umbrella on his shoulder.

Wain sighed, took a step forward, and entered the spatial rift.

Sven, Osvald, and Marlis looked at each other, then followed him.