yan, without seeing the specific process, had already predicted that Lance was going to attack."It's fine, I was mentally prepared. Although she amplified my negative emotions along with those of the...Chapter 226: Ranch's Species Evolution Training

In the winter air, which was filled with a chill, Huberlian covered Talia's hand, as if wanting to share some warmth with her.

"Tata, you should go back first. I'll have Lance take me to Cat Boss Restaurant later."

Hubert watched Talia, saying softly and tenderly.

She could tell that Talia wasn't really interested in watching the rest of the competition.

Even though she didn't know the reason, Huberly wouldn't pry when others might be troubled.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home to have dinner together."

Talya nodded, released Huberlian's hand, and quickly walked away down the corridor.

Watching Talia's figure disappear, Huberlian let out a breath, as if both relieved and contemplative.

"If I had a mother like that when I was little, how wonderful it would have been..."

Huberlians murmured softly, her eyelashes lowered.

Immediately, Hubertus shook his head and looked back at the battleground.

On the icy battlefield, the metallic clang of the Demon Army's slaughter troops echoed as a slender fighter suddenly erupted with astonishing speed. His figure vanished in an instant, becoming a streak of lightning. Every muscle strained with power, propelling him forward for a devastating kick aimed straight at the enemy.

But the demon army's serrated broadsword was already met, he didn't parry with his weapon, but instead took the kick head-on. At the same time, the fighter's chest was torn by the sawteeth, and the temperature of the scarlet flesh was instantly taken away by the cold wind.

On the other side of the square, two Demon Army warriors were besieging a lone fighter who was being pushed back relentlessly. He cowered in terror, trying desperately to dodge, but the heavy battleaxe and scythe of death swung around him with inescapable force, aiming for his waist. Blood splattered as his entrails were nearly ripped from his body. The powerful impact made his spine feel like it might have been shattered instantly.

As blood mist swirled, the audience could clearly see every attack by the Demon Army carving fear into a work of art. They fought not only for victory but also relished in the act of killing, as if only such brutality could ignite their chaotic eyes and fill the emptiness within them.

The five Ikrithe fighters, modified by Lanch, had no pain. They only possessed the combat directive to kill.

Their serrated scimitars and massive axes carved crimson arcs through the air, each swing ending with a gut-wrenching scream or a fighter sent flying.

The once pristine white battle plaza was now stained a bloody crimson. Fresh bloodstains spread relentlessly across the marble tiles, constantly being smeared and widened with every scuffle.

"No, don't come any closer!"

A fighter with a twisted lower leg sat on the ground, his eyes glistening with fear. He desperately struck at the approaching demon army general, but his efforts were like those of an ant trying to move a mountain. The increasingly close executioner showed only contempt for life and a pathological obsession with slaughter in his eyes.

Next, a chilling sound of organs bursting echoed through the air.

>After more than ten minutes of fighting, the fighters from the Alolan kingdom fell one after another, their bloodstained weapons glinting ominously in the dim natural light.

At this time, the entire arena had become silent, except for the four unconscious fighters and only one Kuse remaining, being surrounded by five demons.

Even though every member of the Every Moment Academy's fighting team was already bearing heavy wounds, their smiles were even more content.

Now you're the only one left.

The deputy commander issued a voice like that of an abyssal behemoth.

And the other members, it seems their purpose in coming here was also to kill Kuse, even if they killed him a thousand times or ten thousand times it wouldn't be enough.

This hatred seems to be quickly turning into love, wanting nothing more than to see him and get closer to him. Only from him can I find the answers that satisfy me.

"Why are you still not down!"

Kuse, for the first time, began to retreat in a roar of frustrated confusion.

This is an instinctive muscle movement.

He did manage to take down a few of them during the fight just now.

Even if their bones are broken, they will still get up again!

He had never seen such a terrifying creature.

Although Kuse, with blood covering his face, still seemed to have a fighting chance, facing five zombie-like, relentless Demonic Tribesmen alone finally brought terror upon him.

Under such momentum, he no longer wanted to fight these mad dogs head-on.

But under the eyes of thousands, for him to surrender to a few people he despised the most would be more agonizing than death!

"Do you know how many times I've been killed by you... "

"Today you must die here..."

I will never let you hurt Cierveni again...

Their skulls swayed, their facial muscles contorted as they muttered to themselves, crimson eyes fixed solely on Kuse.

These creatures before me, like those brainwashed by evil, mumbled incoherently.

What on earth are you talking about!

Seeing all this, Kuse finally cried out in terror.

He didn't do anything to Czerwinski at all!

At this point, even the commentator on the booth, Luvishar, didn't know what to say.

Hubberly immediately flipped over the barrier and jumped down from the audience seats, running to Coach Lance's bench and sitting beside him.

The problem is much more serious than she imagined!

Originally, the staff members noticed that an audience member had jumped down and hurried over to stop them. However, when they saw Lance raise his hand to signal that it was their coach group, the staff quickly nodded and stopped their steps.

"Aubrey, I promise I'll get you some relief today."

Ranch noticed the arriving Huberlian, looked at her, and said with a triumphant smile.

"Lan Chi, what did you have them do these two days"

Huperlan nervously watched Lonchi and asked.

Though she was somewhat surprised that Ranch would admit to fighting for her protection rather than offering some other plausible excuse, she was now incredibly worried that Ranch had gone too far.

Huperbly felt that the Ranch, now aware of the outcome, seemed even stranger than before.

Just as if one were to meet his emerald eyes, no one could escape his hypnotic gaze. He would plunge humans into an abyss of madness, willingly surrendering everything to him....

"I had Professor Borao modify a horror-themed single-player artificial world for me. I changed the setting of forced exit upon death to — when they die, they will resurrect at a certain point in time and continue repeating the story until they clear it."

Ranche leaned against a bench, gazing toward the combat arena. His hands were clasped leisurely in his lap, fingers interlocked, as he replied.

And then

Then I set the images of several characters from the Aloran Royal Academy, Kuse, as antagonists. I also set up the female protagonist to be exactly like Tsvlevini. I sent each member of the Five Figher Souls into a solitary shadow world and, based on their personalities, designed the most tragic plots they would find hardest to accept.

“……”

Hubertly became silent, afraid to speak.

These fighters witnessed the cruel murder of Tzirlweni again and again in a world that was both unreal and real. They were caught in an endless cycle of death and resurrection. Every time they reached their most desperate and broken point, the Great Love Poet appeared as a goddess, gently reciting their mistakes and transgressions from this past week, giving them a chance to start anew.

Lanrch continued to tell Huberlyan.

"You made the great love poet...a goddess"

Hupperly swallowed nervously.

"Yes, I let her go wild and talk freely."

"No…"

Huperly covered her head.

She couldn't describe how this was a game of soul-crushing torment.

But this was a Pandora's Box she had opened herself.

"It's not over yet."

Lance shook his head.

What the members of the Fighter Spirit team didn't realize was that, as the administrator who controlled the core, Lan Qi would sometimes take on the role of a character himself. He would artificially create tragedies that made them feel extreme fear or extreme anger in order to guide them.

Although the story's ending sees the challenger victorious, the bonds forged between companions will inevitably be severed. This includes Ts'irlvini, who is destined to die as a consequence of the challenger's actions.

Whenever a challenger's companion has a chance of surviving to the finale, Lynch will personally step in and make sure they are eliminated.

"What I'm primarily trying to convey is a sense of fatalism. Every time I give them a glimmer of hope, I snuff it out at the very moment they think things are about to turn around. This forces them to understand that fate cannot be changed. When they return to reality, there's a feeling of waking up from a dream, but they also realize the gears of fate are already turning again, and this is their last chance."

Lance finished explaining his two-day training plan to Huberly.

Finally, after more than thirty hours of intensive training, the five fighters successfully escaped from this ranch-controlled artificial shadow world.

Their mental outlook has also undergone a dramatic transformation.

"You..."

Hepburn's eyelids twitched, and she quickly glanced towards the fighting arena.

These five fighters have been immersed in the Shadow Realm for so long, they've probably lost touch with reality. At least they've witnessed Cthulhu being killed by Kuise hundreds of times. Now, all that's left in their minds is the desire to kill Kuise.

She couldn't imagine what those five fighters would do to Kuse next!

(End of the chapter)

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