"What an incredible sight! Virtual technical pens are swirling all around the arena." While the commentator and audience were taken aback by the illusion created by Vartyss, he skillfully maneuvered through the air, launching an unrelenting assault on Cemal. The onslaught of flying pens made it nearly impossible for Cemal to discern which were real and which were projections, forcing him into a constant state of evasion. Realizing he was at a disadvantage up close, Cemal created distance between them and began firing Push Ammo from his shoes. *Bang!* *Bang!*… Vartyss deftly avoided Cemal's attacks with the aid of his jetpack, retaliating by shooting Push Ammo from his palm from his right AB Glove. While Cemal had slightly superior marksmanship, allowing him to land a few hits on Vartyss, he seized a moment to fire a highly compressed air bullet at full strength. *BANG!* Bu

Back in the pre-dawn hours of Operation Sun Dog... Ravyn's gray aura-encased arm pierced through Undre's gut, sinking in with an unsettling squelch. Black blood gushed from the white-haired murderer's abdomen, making the purple-haired girl feel nauseated at the gruesome sight before her. "I've got a story for you. There once was a good-for-nothing man. No matter what he did, nothing seemed to work out, and everyone looked down on him. One day he met a beautiful witch. She gave him a crystal of happiness. It was both bright and warm. Since that day, his world had completely changed. From a good-for-nothing man to a good-for-nothing man who is happy and wants to get better. But then one day that witch appeared again and wrenched the crystal of happiness from his grasp and crushed it to smithereens. The joy that the man had experienced was gone, forever. The good-for-nothing man became helpless and unhappy, always wondering why the witch had to

"Uh... Zamonte doubles down! Lavender takes the victory!" The commentator, along with the audience and Cemal, fell into stunned silence at the sudden turn of events. However, a few seconds later, cheers erupted throughout the stadium. "Well, it seems I've lost. But I haven't given up just yet. I'll never give up on asking for your number." Cemal swiftly retrieved his Reiki crystal and examined it for any signs of damage. Relieved to find it unharmed, he hurriedly returned it to its box. "By the way, that hair clip looks surprisingly similar to mine. Don't tell me..." Ravyn also noticed the resemblance between her own hair clip and the one Cemal had. ...That's it. A hunch from my decade of experience with girls is telling me. You and An probably share... Cemal's excitement surged as if his heart had skipped a beat. "Yo

At that very moment, the audience erupted in cheers as the announcer officially signaled the beginning of the battle. While the aerial platform descended to be concealed beneath the arena floor, Angus propelled himself into the air with a powerful kick. Ravyn, on the other hand, kept her eyes closed and allowed gravity to guide her descent. In her mind, the recent conversation with Idorund replayed. … "Holding a position in Airburst grants that individual the authority to participate in meetings that influence even regional laws. With the organization's power and our widespread support, it's safe to say they wield power akin to that of a city's mayor. Now, imagine the chaos if an Airburst were to employ their full might against Themeise, a city deeply entrenched in shadows. If Angus were to resort to the extreme measures he employed during his regency in Aelsala, it could spark a civil war in Themeise. It's simply not worth the troubl

A few weeks had passed... Gentle surveyed the tables and chairs that had been recently upholstered in his sandwich shop. They were all occupied by delighted customers, and a sense of pride gleamed in his eyes. Pierret, having just served water to a nearby table, approached Gentle, standing in front of the counter. "Dad, there are still orders pending for two more tables." She placed the order slips on the counter and smiled as Gentle started crafting sandwiches, completely engrossed in his work. Daily life continues as usual, but now, Donkey's name has vanished. People needed time to adjust to the absence of the outlaw mafia that had a long-standing presence in Themeise. They still haven't grown accustomed to not fearing for their lives or facing harm if they happen to displease the city's powerful figures. Nevertheless, with the removal of this source of fear and dominance in the city, ambitious individuals were eager t