Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 180 : Tangled Fate

Zack tightened his grip on the sword. It wasn't his bloodied blade, but it wasn't an ordinary weapon either.

It was one of the rare treasures he had managed to snatch before being cast out of his own home. This was once one of his father's prized weapons… or it had been, before his father was killed by his own brother.

Taking deep breaths to calm himself, Zack glanced at his opponent. … he had to admit, even if he didn't want to, she was beautiful. It was funny in a way she was named Grace, so it made sense that she had so much… grace.

Zack, of course, wasn't a fool. Even if he knew that she was strong, that didn't mean that he didn't try to learn as much about his opponent as he could before the match began.

She, unlike him, was a fourth-year student. It was clear that she had more experience than him.

She attended the same academy as him, but considering that he didn't spend much time speaking with the students of the higher grades, it wasn't surprising that he hadn't ever talked to her physically.

It was unknown how, but she used some kind of golden thread to catch her enemy in a trap and immobilize them.

Then, if she just pulled said threads, the impaired person would start to bleed and eventually either pass out, or she would pull harder, making even deeper wounds.

Zack, of course, was unable to bleed. This too was part of his powers.

This wasn't something that he could control, however, so he hoped that his family wasn't going to make it an issue that he wouldn't bleed in the upcoming minutes.

He shifted his gaze to the sky way above the audience that was busy observing the match.

There was a small white globe that was levitating with a black dot that was pointing at the center of the arena.

This was the device that captured the fight in real-time and transmitted them to the orbs that had been no doubt spread around the empire.

'Is the fucker watching too?' Zack wondered, a second later he shook off his head as his white eyes seemed to brighten.

It wasn't a guess, he was sure that his uncle was watching the match with interest.

Certainly waiting for Zack to slip up and accidentally use his powers, giving him the excuse to kill him with the pretext that he hadn't followed the clan head's orders.

Of course, his uncle could have killed him whenever he wished to, but doing so would make his life tough due to political reasons, as such, Zack was still alive and able to fight in the arena.

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"Though I doubt that I will continue from now on," Zack chuckled as he studied Grace carefully.

The silent beauty was looking at him with no expression on her face… no, there was one, it was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it looked like she was gazing at Zack with amusement.

Zack grinned at her, raising his sword over his head, ready to attack.

'Fuck, she is so hot. Why do I have to humiliate myself like this? What even is the point? Sure, the wish from the emperor's family would come in handy, but at this point, I am wondering if it is all worth it. After all, Elysia and the emperor are soon going to clash.'

His thoughts were interrupted as the emperor raised his hand, and the match began. In the span of a second, Zack buried his foot as deep as he could and charged at Grace.

Against his better judgment, he felt too frustrated not to use his powers at all, as such, he commanded his blood to flow through his veins faster, making him more of a menace.

Hoping no one in his family would notice that he was using part of his powers, Zack pressed forward.

He was distracted for a second, still thinking about his family, as such, he almost missed the golden thread that had appeared in front of him.

Almost.

With a grunt, he moved his body, managing to dodge it. But his white pupils widened as he realized that he was surrounded by the threads.

They were probably about a dozen in front of him, and most likely more behind him. These threads got closer and closer, and in the span of a second, he was about to be caught in them and immobilized.

"Not that easy!" Zack shouted as he leaped, dodging a section of the threads.

Gripping the sword with both hands for maximum power, he brought it down as he made his blood run even faster. His strength combined with the effect of gravity managed to tear a few of the golden threads.

Grace's eyes widened for a moment in surprise. From her perspective, Zack wasn't using his powers at all.

'Does he not have a class? No, considering that he has reached so far in the tournament, it means that he for sure has. Then why is he not using his powers?'

This wasn't the only thing that caught her attention, he was using a clearly expensive sword, but at the same time, it wasn't one of the sharpest kinds… and yet, he had managed to cut right through some of her golden threads?

Her eyes sparkled as she breathed in more air and willed for more… far more threads to appear.

All of them were aimed high, convinced that Zack was still in the air. He should have been trapped, and yet, he saw them.

This was one of the qualities that he had inherited from his father.

With his enhanced eyesight, he could not only gauge the strength of a person's blessing but also perceive things that most humans found difficult to detect.

Blowing out all the air in his lungs, he made his movements go as low as possible, keeping his center of gravity very close to the ground.

This action was performed so fast that most of the people watching the match were left in a daze, as they only presented a blur.

Grace was no different. One moment she was going to catch the man and win the round, and the next, he had somehow managed to pass below the threads.

And on top of it all, he was still charging at her with full speed, almost like he was unbothered by her threads.

For a second, Grace's heart beat faster. She had found an opponent that was not only able to dodge her attacks but he wasn't even using his class at all.

She licked her lips, "Use it!" she shouted, "You must have some kind of powers! Use them!"

At her shouts, she extended her palms to the side and moved all of her ten delicate fingers. Zack had gotten dangerously close to Grace, it was just a few meters that separated them now.

For a second, he saw a chance of victory, a path to win. But the hope was extinguished a split second later as he saw hundreds of golden threads coming at him from all directions.

This time there wasn't a way to dodge them—they were simply too much.

"Fuck!" With a silent curse, he raised his sword as high as he could and slashed at the threads using the same tactic as before. Some of the golden threads snapped, but sadly, the momentum of the sword wasn't enough in the end, and it was stopped.

A blink later, Zack was caught in the hundreds of threads. Grace looked at him, still with curiosity in her eyes, but in the end, she sighed in disappointment and tightened the threads.

"In the end, you weren't that impressive…" she muttered, only for a second later to go silent. The threads were burying themselves deep in Zack's body… and yet, no blood fell—not even a drop.

She frowned as she moved her fingers and made the threads tighten even more.

Zack grunted in pain as he felt the threads going deeper and deeper… and yet, no blood fell out.

Suddenly, the excitement Grace was feeling returned... tenfold. "...he can't bleed?... Does he control blood by any chance?"

She didn't have much time to think, as one of the observers of the fight called out, "I think that the match is over, Your Majesty!"

A second later, the emperor sighed. "It indeed seems that it has."

Hearing the words, Grace made her threads disappear, and Zack collapsed on the ground with a grunt.

"The winner is Grace!" At the emperor's words, the audience burst into cheers. They had cheered before, but it was the first time that it had been so loud.

Not that it was a surprising considering that Grace was the one who took part in the fight.

"I guess that is as far as I go," Zack muttered in a sarcastic voice as he sat on the ground.

He was hearing those cheers, but these cheers weren't for him, so instead, he looked at the ground as he felt the healer get close to him and begin his duty.

That was until he felt a shadow over him. Shifting his gaze, he saw Grace towering over him, gazing at him with curiosity in her eyes.

'Is she here to mock me?' Zack asked himself. Before he could form another thought, Grace parted her lips as she spoke, extending her arm to him.

"…That was a good fight… even if we know each other's name, it doesn't hurt to introduce ourselves again, right? I am Grace."

Zack watched her for a second or two, then, before a doubt could form in his mind, he grasped her hand. "I am Zack. Nice to meet you."

At the moment, he seemingly forgot about the fact that he had lost, as there was now another thought in his mind,

'Her hand… it's so soft.'