''The Group B fighters, enter the arena!'' Amy's voice echoed in the stadium.
The stadium's lights disappeared, and soon only one area was lit up.
The faces of the young men and women in that area became pale white.
They stood up with shaky legs and slowly made their way over to the arena.
''Bummer, it wasn't our turn.'' Mathias crossed his arms and pouted— he turned towards Ichiro and grinned, ''I guess you survived a little bit longer.''
Ichiro rolled his eyes.
While Group B walked towards the arena.
In one of the VIP stands, near Ichiro's location.
A voluptuous woman with rose-colored lips and a beautiful face was sitting while a pale middle-aged man was standing next to her. She had long flowy blond hair reaching all the way to her buttocks, and her face showed her excitement about this tournament.
''Miss Em, is there anything you need?'' The middle-aged man asked with a respectful bow.
The beautiful woman, also known as Em looked around the stadium with an amused smile. She had long eyelashes which gently moved up and down every time she blinked.
Soon, her beautiful blue eyes saw a certain black-haired young man.
Her eyes brightened. She pointed at the young man and said, ''I want him, now.''
The middle-aged man looked towards the black-haired young man and paled, ''Miss Em, he is Emperor Arkenthym's fighter.''
''And?'' Em asked with an innocent smile on her face.
''I will go get him.'' The middle-aged man said in a hurry and left the VIP room.
Miss Em licked her lips as she looked at the black-haired young man's perfect muscles.
The middle-aged man entered the area of the stadium. He walked all the way to the bottom and went straight towards Ichiro.
''Kurogami Ichiro, you have come with me.'' He said sternly.
Ichiro and Mathias raised an eyebrow.
''Why?'' Ichiro asked with a frown.
''No questions! Follow me, now!'' The middle-aged man said with his powerful tone and tried to overpower with his presence.
But, Ichiro only snorted and stood up effortlessly.
''Eh?'' The middle-aged man looked shocked.
''What? Are we going or not?'' Ichiro asked with visible annoyance.
''Can I come!'' Mathias asked with his hand raised.
''No.'' The middle-aged man said and started walking, while Ichiro followed behind him.
Many looked curiously at the scene, while few VIPs understood what was happening.
''That vixen.''
''Another pretty boy ruined.''
''Kekeke.''
In one of the VIP stands. A powerful red-haired man looked at the scene with a twitching eyebrow.
''That… bitch!'' Arkenthym grimaced.
''Hahaha! Your fighter will be done before he even arrives the arena!'' Leppercon next to him roared in laughter.
''Tsk.'' Arkenthym clicked his tongue.
First, Leppercon's fighter, Daniel won Group A. Now it seems that his fighter won't be able to join his match.
The middle-aged man opened the door. He entered the room while Ichiro followed behind him.
''Miss Em, I have returned.'' He said with a polite bow.
Em turned her head around and looked at Ichiro with blushing cheeks.
''You may leave.''
''B-But.'' The middle-aged man said while glaring at Ichiro.
''I will be fine. You are a disturbance,'' Em said coldly.
''… I understand.'' He said and bowed. He left the room but gave one last stinky eye towards Ichiro.
Ichiro looked at him with a raised eyebrow, 'What is wrong with him?'
Miss Em stood up from her chair and walked towards Ichiro.
She stopped in front of him and scanned his body, ''Mmm…'' She tapped her chin and nodded.
''Take off your clothes.'' She said with an innocent smile.
''No.'' Ichiro coldly replied.
''Oh.'' Em raised an eyebrow, ''You are planning to disobey me?''
''Yes.''
''Heh…'' Em walked back to her chair and sat down.
''Fine, give me massage.'' She said and moved her dress slightly so that her shoulders became visible.
Ichiro stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.
''Mmm… Soft hands.'' Em said with a satisfied face.
Ichiro kept pressing the shoulders, but he kept taking sneak glances out of the window to see if anyone was looking at them.
''Kurogami Ichiro, correct?'' Em asked while her dress was sliding down. Her breasts were half visible.
''Correct,'' Ichiro replied.
''Do you have a girlfriend?'' She asked with a smile.
''I do.''
''Do you love her?''
''I do.''
''Hmm.'' Em closed her eyes and moaned out of satisfaction, ''Break up with her, you are now mine.''
''No.''
''Break up with her or die. How do you like the options?'' She asked with a charming smile. Her long legs with soft thighs were seen underneath the dress.
''I have a question.'' Ichiro said and pressed slightly harder on her shoulder blades, making her moan in satisfaction.
''Mmm… Yes?'' Em bit her lip, trying to contain her moans.
''Why do you like Underworld tournaments?''
Em giggled and answered, ''In my opinion. Public tournaments are boring! They are like children fighting each other but during deathmatches… True personalities will be shown.''
''You don't think it's wrong to force young men and women who have their whole life ahead to fight to the death?'' Ichiro asked curiously.
This time, Em laughed, ''Hehehe. There are millions of like them in the world, why should we care if few hundred of them dies every year?''
Ichiro nodded, ''Thanks for answering my questions.''
Em smiled, ''No problem, you are now mine. If you manage to satisfy me, I will give you a reward.''
A small innocent smile appeared on Ichiro's face, ''Sure.''
Ichiro put his hands on her neck and twisted!
*Crack*
[Ironic Twist!]
Em's head twisted like owls. Every bone in her neck got destroyed, and some bones even popped up from her flesh.
Her head was facing Ichiro while there were no signs of life.
''Are you satisfied?'' Ichiro asked but did not receive a reply.
He shrugged and put her corpse into his inventory.
''1 down… Few hundred left.'' Ichiro murmured and left the room, but there was a middle-aged man waiting for him.
He looked towards the room and didn't see Em anywhere.
''W-Where is she? What did you do?!'' He screamed with a hoarse sound.
''She is in there, are you blind?'' Ichiro stepped aside and pointed at the room.
''Eh?'' The middle-aged man entered the room, but didn't see anyone there, ''She isn't her—''
He couldn't finish his words until his neck cracked and he fell lifelessly on the ground.
Ichiro sighed and put his corpse into the inventory as well.
''2 down… Few hundred left.'' Ichiro was about to leave the room, but then he saw a don't interrupt sign on the desk.
''Oh.'' He grabbed it and left the room.
He put it on the doorknob and started walking down the long corridors.