Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 188: Exams at the Worst Time

It was a surreal experience. Zaroth was lying on his back as he felt the blood falling from his broken jaw go deep in his throat.

His mind felt like it had split into multiple parts… most likely due to the fact that his skull had cracked under his opponent's punches.

He would have enjoyed the sounds of cheers that were echoing all around the grand arena if he didn't feel like he was so close to death.

Zaroth attempted to shift his gaze to the woman that was laying on the ground unconscious next to him, but wasn't able to as he couldn't move at all.

'She was strong,' even if he didn't want to admit it, this was the truth.

For the first time, he had witnessed a person that was able to counter his beasts.

After all, he had always thought that since they were dead as long as he had mana, they would be able to keep fighting.

But today, he realized he had been gravely mistaken.

Never in a hundred years would he have expected someone to injure his beasts to such an extent, turning them into bloody paste and rendering them utterly useless.

After all, it didn't matter if one was immortal if their body had been injured so much that they couldn't move, was there even a point?

But honestly, it wasn't that bad, he had gotten inspired while watching the red-haired woman and how she moved.

Truth be told, he wanted that kind of strength!

Just the action of moving her body seemed to crack the ground beneath her feet as she moved with inhuman speed.

Sure, she was able to produce such force, no doubt due to her class and blessing, but that didn't mean he couldn't attain such strength—it was just going to take him a lot of time.

This wasn't the only thing. The hammer she wielded was mighty and powerful. He wanted a weapon that could produce such power.

Maybe it was time for him to spend more money on his equipment, as his weapons weren't cutting it anymore.

And lastly, martial arts. The woman surprisingly didn't just use brute force but also displayed a good understanding of martial arts, allowing her to neutralize his beasts quickly.

As always, even in the worst situations, his mind was always focused on how to get stronger.

Zaroth's eyes began to blur, and he felt like he was seconds away from dying.

Dying in the middle of the arena, after a life-or-death battle, cheered on by tens of thousands. He would have laughed, if he had the strength.

It was bizarre that he had reached so far.

Thankfully, it seemed that he wouldn't die today, as a giant flower suddenly appeared in his vision, and spores began to fall from it.

It seemed that Sylvia was the healer who was going to tend to him today. He hadn't really spoken to her much before, only when he needed healing after an intense training session.

Once he thought of Sylvia, his thoughts naturally shifted to her boss—Elysia.

She was one of the main reasons he was bothered with all that crap to begin with.

But it would also be a lie if he said that she was the only reason. Sure, he might want to sleep with her, but that didn't diminish his hunger for dominating the arena.

At a certain point, he began to feel the desire to win the entire tournament, to beat all the thousands of participants that had joined and to be the last one standing.

When had this desire entered his head? He wondered.

But as his eyelids began to feel heavy, he sighed.

It didn't matter why. He just knew that winning the tournament was something he desired, so he was going to achieve it even if it was going to kill him.

He had made a promise after all.

When he struggled to find a reason to continue living, his mother had given him a goal—to live for his desires.

So he was going to do it, to the very end.

*****

Several hours later, after passing out, he found himself in a infirmary room.

Sadly, he had missed the other matches, quickly sending a message to his friends. He had managed to confirm that no one from them had lost their rounds.

The next day, he had recovered completely thanks to the incredibly healer, so he went to the academy.

Yes, even if he somewhat forgot that he was even in one—due to the fact that skipping had become a daily occurrence to him, he was still there.

And sadly, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to skip any more lectures and would most likely be forced to even study after they were over.

Why?

Because apparently, there were going to be a lot of exams in the upcoming weeks.

'Really, the tournament is close to its end and you are going to give us so many exams now?!' he wanted to complain.

But Luna's words stopped him.

He was now going to fight in the 13 round, and there were going to be a total of sixteen participants in total. And most of them were not even in the academy.

So why wouldn't the teachers give out the exams now? After all, few were bothered with the tournament anymore, except for watching them.

So except for him, Lily, and Roran, no one else in the academy was going to be disturbed in any way.

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There may be a few more from this academy who were still in the tournament, but he didn't count them as they didn't concern him.

With a frown, he gazed at the beautiful handwriting of Lily.

It seemed that he was going to have to copy the things that he had missed and study later once he went back to his assigned apartment.

The tragedy! To study when he was in the academy. Honestly, he would have rather been in another life-or-death battle.

Was it normal for an 18-year-old to prefer fighting to the death rather than studying?

Most likely not, but it wasn't like he was a normal person to begin with.

Scowling at himself for getting distracted again, he gazed at the notebook and began to read.

With so much time spent studying ahead of him, he had no doubt that the next round would arrive before he knew it.

This thought at least motivated him to keep reading.