Chapter 123: Fight of the deads

A small baby girl waddled across the floor before suddenly stopping and pointing toward the fruit in her mother’s hands.

"Mamaa... I wan’ appwe," Eazi said cutely, stretching both of her tiny arms toward it.

The woman immediately softened at the sight of her daughter. She squatted down with a gentle smile and extended the apple toward her.

"Heree you go, Eazi," she said sweetly, unable to hide the affection in her voice.

Eazi happily grabbed the apple with both hands, hugging it against her tiny chest before taking a small bite. Her cheeks puffed up as she chewed, looking completely satisfied with herself.

Footsteps could then be heard approaching from behind.

"Eazi is almost three years old already, right?" a man’s voice asked.

"Yes. It feels like just yesterday she was born," the woman replied, watching Eazi happily munch on her apple.

"Indeed..." The man showed a small grin as he looked at the little girl. "Just a few months from now, she can begin learning the art of a warrior."

"Didn’t we talk about letting Eazi decide for herself?"

The man did not respond. Instead, he walked toward Eazi and gently lifted her from the ground, causing the little girl to blink in surprise.

"Little Eazi... You will become a warrior just like this strong lizardman warrior, right?" he said, bringing his face closer to hers.

Eazi stared at him for a moment before shaking her little head. "Eazi no want that. Eazi wanna be stwong like Mama."

The man’s expression softened slightly. "Eazi... being a warrior is strong too."

The baby looked at him with wide, curious eyes. "Really?"

Before he could answer, a sudden gust of wind swept through the area, causing Eazi’s hair to flutter against her face.

"I think the little human girl should guide the Underworld together with me."

"Calean... Where did you come from?" Trias asked, suddenly noticing the figure standing nearby.

"I ran," Calean simply responded.

Trias stared at him for several seconds before sighing.

"If you say so... By the way, how is the Underworld going?"

"It’s okay. I think the four animals are doing their work well."

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"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"KNOCK HIM OUT!"

"FUCK ’EM UP, LIL BOY!"

A massive crowd had gathered around a floating circular platform, its spectators consisting of demons, werewolves, lizardmen, humans, and countless other beings of different shapes and sizes. Beneath the platform stretched an endless sea of blazing magma, its violent orange glow illuminating the faces of everyone watching.

Two figures stood at the center of the arena, one a muscular demon with dark horns protruding from his forehead, while the other was a massive werewolf covered in thick silver fur. Both stared at each other with wide grins, seemingly more excited than afraid.

The bell suddenly rang.

The werewolf immediately charged forward, his claws tearing through the air as he swung his enormous arm toward the demon’s face. The demon ducked beneath the attack and slammed his fist into the werewolf’s stomach, sending the beast skidding backward across the platform.

"GET HIM!"

The werewolf quickly regained his footing and lunged again, this time tackling the demon directly. The two crashed into each other with enough force to shake the entire floating platform, their fists and claws colliding repeatedly as the crowd erupted into even louder cheers.

The demon managed to grab the werewolf by the neck and lifted him from the ground, preparing to throw him toward the edge. However, the werewolf suddenly twisted his body and wrapped his legs around the demon’s waist, using his weight to drag both of them toward the platform’s edge.

"OOOOOOOOOH!"

Neither of them released their grip.

The demon clenched his teeth and attempted to pull himself back, while the werewolf roared and pushed forward with everything he had. Their feet slipped against the edge of the platform, and for one final moment, both fighters stared at each other with the same ridiculous grin.

Then they fell.

SPLAAAAASH!

Both bodies disappeared into the burning magma below.

The entire crowd fell silent.

A few seconds passed. Then two scorched figures suddenly emerged from the glowing surface, both unconscious as they floated helplessly in the magma.

"I THINK THEY BOTH WON!"

"QUICKLY! SWIM BACK!"

"RUN IT AGAIN!"

The crowd immediately erupted into laughter and cheers as several spectators rushed toward the two defeated fighters.

Even though this was the Underworld, it seemed that everyone here was having fun for some reason. Their lives revolved around fighting, competing, laughing, and challenging one another, turning a place that should have been filled with despair into something completely different.

The Underworld had become a place where the dead could continue to live in their own way.

In the distant shadows, a man sat upon one of the four pets of the Underworld, his legs crossed as he calmly rested on top of the head of one of the Cerberus. The enormous beast remained completely still beneath him, its three heads staring in different directions as if accustomed to carrying its strange master around the Underworld.

It was none other than Sebastian Flyde.

His face remained calm as ice, his pale eyes silently observing the sight below him. From his elevated position, he could see the massive crowd surrounding the floating arena, their voices echoing throughout the Underworld as two individuals continued fighting upon the platform. Their battle had already become chaotic, yet the spectators only seemed to become more excited with every strike.

Sebastian watched quietly for several moments.

Then, a faint smile appeared upon his face. "Underworld really has some strange individuals."

His voice carried a hint of amusement as he looked toward the fighters, who were somehow still attempting to fight despite having already fallen into the magma once before.

The Cerberus beneath him suddenly shifted its head.

Sebastian stood.

Without another word, his figure slowly faded into the surrounding darkness.

A moment later, he had completely vanished from the Underworld, leaving the four pets behind.

(visuals in discord)