"L-Luna…" Isaac pulled his head back, escaping from the deadly hug. His eyes locked with pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes, shimmering like pearls.
Luna smiled while her long eyelashes gently rose and fell. Everyone on the couch looked at the scene with varied expressions. They didn't really know who the beautiful girl was, but they knew immediately what her relationship with Isaac was.
"And… who is this?" Amour asked while Kalzer and Xerxus watched with round eyes. Lady Noelle peeked over Xerxus' shoulder, curiously looking at Luna, and felt a sudden sense of comradeship with her.
"Luna, my girlfriend," Isaac said. Even though everyone was almost certain, they still looked surprised to hear it aloud.
"Damn…" Amour rubbed his imaginary beard, thinking about how surprising the scene was. Both Xerxus and Isaac seemed to be people who valued adventures the most. Hard to see them settling down with anyone.
Amour slightly moved left, leaving enough space for Luna to sit down next to Isaac. She moved her butt out of Isaac's lap and sat next to him, their bodies touching each other.
"Anyway, Xerxus, and…" Lord Amour looked at the brown-haired girl. Even though she looked slightly familiar, he couldn't pinpoint who the person actually was.
"Noelle." She replied with a sweet smile.
"Ah, alright. You two, how did you receive so many points?" He asked; even though Amour knew that with Xerxus' ability, receiving that many points weren't impossible, it was still quite surprising.
"Well, during the Firestorm, we received quite a lot of points." Noelle said while giggling innocently, "My dear just ran through the wall of fire, unharmed. Thus, he was able to enter other fights and received a lot of kills that way."
"I see…" Amour sighed, resisting rolling his eyes. The ability seemed way too overpowered. However, they must be a weakness. At least, that's what he kept thinking about.
''Kalzer, who was your teammate?'' Isaac asked curiously. He remembered the name 'Tyrion' in the rankings, but he'd never heard about him.
"Haaah…" Kalzer massaged his temples and pointed in the direction of the bar, "Him…"
At the bar, a short-bearded man chugged down alcohol like it was water. Even the bartender looked slightly tired. The speed of drinking was unnatural.
"More…" Tyrion said in his drunken tone. The stool shook beneath him, barely able to hold the staggering man's bulky body.
"I am not too sure about this…" The bartender said with the corner of his lips twitching.
"MORE!" Tyrion screamed, this time, the bartender listened and poured down another bottle of alcohol.
"Him? Are you serious?" Amour snorted with disgust. The feeling he received from Tyrion wasn't pleasant. Already with a glance he could tell what kind of person he was.
"Yes…" Kalzer sighed, looking away from the drunken man. During the stage, he didn't do much fighting because Tyrion seemed desperate to show his power. However, in the later stages, they ended in a fight against another duo.
However, this time, the duo was quite strong. Tyrion tried to fight them alone and, in the end, was on the verge of death. Then, Kalzer came, saved him, and killed the duo in a matter of seconds.
The duo's strength seemed otherworldly in the eyes of Tyrion, but Kalzer effortlessly killed them.
"Isaac, who was your duo?" Xerxus asked.
Everyone around the table turned to the handsome white-haired man, waiting for his answer.
Isaac shrugged his shoulders, "A player named Zachary. However, he isn't in the lounge yet."
"Zachary…" Kalzer murmured, "Doesn't ring a bell."
"Yeah, unknown player?"
"Any strong?" Amour asked, and Isaac nodded. There wasn't even a doubt about it. Zachary was an incredibly strong player, and with his strange set of skills, he could be one of the most formidable opponents in the tournament.
Murmur…
Suddenly, loud murmurs filled the air. The players and nearby New-Gen Humans all looked towards the hallway. They felt coldness spreading around their body as if they had accidentally entered a freezer.
A dead-looking man, with dark eyes, and a fragile-looking body, stepped out of the hallway, scanning everyone with his murky eyes. As his gaze went past Kalzer and rest, he finally stopped and exchanged glances with Isaac.
Isaac frowned, 'Underlord…'
"H-Hey, isn't that Underlord?"
"Y-Yeah… what happened to him?"
"He looks… very sick. Does he have some disease?"
"You feel this?" Kalzer asked from the others. They all nodded.
Every player had some sort of aura around them. The weak players had a flickering aura that could be blown away by the wind. Slightly stronger players have a small aura surrounding their bodies.
Then, the stronger player was, the stronger the aura. At the peak level, with aura alone, they could break the willpower of their enemies. Like, if Isaac unleashed his aura on level 10 Wolves, they would scurry away in fear.
However, Underlord's aura was unnatural.
They felt like their auras were getting sucked by Underlord's aura. It was impossible to see with the naked eye. However, an invisible whirlpool formed around Underlord, sucking everyone's aura.
That caused their bodies to feel cold. It was like walking in extreme cold with warm winter clothing, but then removing all the clothes and continuing walking naked in the middle of the snowstorm.
Luna looked down at her trembling hands. This was a familiar feeling at the times when the Winter Illness cursed her body.
'This feeling is similar to Zachary… something evil is hidden behind that face…' Isaac looked over Underlord's head, frowning seriously. There wasn't anything except the blank wall. However, it was like he could see a disgusting smiling face.
"Wow, are you alright, man?"
A hand touched Underlord's shoulder, causing the coldness to disappear into thin air.
"?!" Underlord's eyes widened in surprise. Turning to the right, he saw a ginger-haired man looking down at him. Behind those emotionless eyes, he could see an image of a scary Giantess.
"You don't look alright… maybe you should visit a med bay?" Zachary asked with his usual smiling visage. However, his emotionless eyes caught a vision of a strange smiling face, resembling someone familiar.
'Hoo… so, there was someone like me… interesting.'
