It is the end of October.
Today… is the day Ichiro is returning to the City of Darkland.
Well… He already has.
Ichiro was wearing a black hoodie with a black mask that covered the lower half of his face. He was standing in a dark alleyway and watching the ordinary shabby building.
Handsome men and beautiful women were entering the building, but no one left. But, apparently, the scene wasn't that much out of the ordinary because no one paid any attention.
Ichiro put his hands on his pocket and left the alleyway. He strolled peacefully and soon entered the dilapidated building.
He opened one of the doors, and the elevator became visible, with men and women waiting for the elevator to come.
Ichiro entered the room and closed the door.
*Clank*
Everyone in the room turned their heads around and raised an eyebrow after the man with a black hoodie entered the room.
''Who the hell are you?!'' A handsome man asked angrily while his second hand was groping the breast of the beautiful woman.
Ichiro scanned all of them, and he remembered each one of them… They were in the audience, and he definitely remembers one of them very clearly…
An obese man with a face of a stuffed balloon, he was the one who shouted at him because he wasn't fighting.
''Who am I?'' Ichiro looked at them with amusement.
''Yes! Are you deaf?!'' The handsome man shouted one more time and grabbed the breast even tighter.
''Kyaa, you are so naughty!'' The beautiful woman teasingly punched him.
The handsome man grinned, but then, with the corner of his eyes, he saw something shiny approaching his neck.
''Hmm?'' He turned his head, but then his eyes widened in shock.
*SWOOSH*
His head flew through the air and landed in front of the beautiful woman.
She looked at the head with a confused face, but that face soon changed into fear and shock, ''KYAAAAAAAA!''
Ichiro was holding a sword with a blade slightly stained in blood.
Everyone in the room paled.
''SOMEONE HELP!'' They started banging the elevator door, hoping that it would open.
Ichiro swung his sword, and another three heads were separated from three different bodies.
He killed another dozen until only one remained.
The obese man.
''M-Mercy…'' He begged while the floor beneath him was already stained in his urine.
''Hmph.'' Ichiro snorted and stabbed through the obese man's heart.
''AAAHHH!'' He cried out while spitting mouthfuls of blood, but soon his face became lifeless.
Ichiro put his sword back on the Inventory. He looked at the corpses and swiped his hand.
The corpses and the blood were sucked inside his Inventory; now, the room looked like nothing had happened.
Ichiro quickly took off his hoodie and mask and put them on the Inventory. Now he was wearing a handsome three-piece suit, but the main attraction was his face, which was completely unharmed, without any scars or wounds.
He turned around and waited for the elevator to come.
A minute later, the elevator doors opened, and the interior was completely empty.
Ichiro entered the elevator and took a glance at the right upper corner of the elevator, where one camera was located.
He smiled and waved his hand. Now, Arkenthym probably has reached news about his arrival.
The Underworld members made one mistake. They thought it was unnecessary to have cameras outside the elevator, which caused a colossal blind spot to appear on their security.
But, they only care about the security of the Underworld City, no one can enter without their permission, so it seemed unnecessary to put the cameras there.
The elevator started descending, and Ichiro waited in silence.
*Clank*
Soon, the doors of the elevator opened, and the majestic Underworld city became visible.
Ichiro left the elevator and entered the busy streets. This time he saw something odd. There were young men and women around 16-18 hanging around the streets, some talked with each other, and some were alone shopping.
'Are they the finalists…' He thought to himself, there were easily over 30, but there must be even more.
'Just how many Tournaments were held…' Ichiro shook his head and started walking towards the stadium in the distance.
But, few of the young men and women noticed him.
Some of them recognized him.
''No way… Isn't that him?''
''It is… So, the so-called Heavenly Child has fallen so low, kekeke.''
''Fool, if he is here… The difficulty has increased by a lot.''
''Do you want to team up and get rid of him?''
''Hmm, sure.''
Ichiro glanced at the two young men who were plotting something, but he didn't feel threatened.
''HIYAH!'' A loud shout came behind him. Ichiro quickly crouched and heard something flying past him.
A figure appeared in front of him who looked shocked, ''You dodged my kick?!''
Ichiro looked at the figure with a twitching eyebrow. The figure was a young man with short brown hair and angular eyebrows with a somewhat average face.
''My kick is undefeatable!'' He cried out and glared at Ichiro, ''Kick of Destruction!''
Ichiro thought he would be doing some special move, but the young man did a simple front kick.
Ichiro's eyebrow twitched. He is tired of games.
He dodged the so-called Kick of Destruction with ease.
''Nani?!'' The young man cried out and tried to get his posture back, but then Ichiro's fist landed on his face.
*SMACK*
The young man crashed down on the ground, his pupils became white, and he fell into an unconscious state.
''Go sleep, retard.'' Ichiro spat out angrily and kept his walk, but then an annoying voice came behind him.
''HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY FIGHTER?! You are disqualified! You will be executed like a dirty mutt!''
Ichiro turned his body and saw a sicky-looking man with a skinny body screaming like his life depended on it.
Everyone looked at the scene with amusement.
''Waste of time,'' Ichiro said and continued his journey to the stadium.
''How dare you ignore me?!'' The sickly-looking man ran after him, ''You are nothing but a slave!''
His skinny hand was about to touch Ichiro's shoulder.
But then, a sword appeared on Ichiro's hand, and he stabbed it behind him.
*SPURT*
''UGH!'' The sickly man widened his eyes in horror as he saw a sharp blade piercing through his body.
''No one is allowed to touch me.'' Ichiro said coldly, ''My girlfriend's request, so please, die.''
The sword disappeared and entered his Inventory, while the sickly-looking man fell down on the ground without any signs of life.