Transmigrated as The Forgotten Extra-Chapter 93 Battling the Senior, Conclusion.

Cain’s words echoed throughout the still arena. All eyes gathered on him as he returned to the centre, rotating his left shoulder. The cadets’ mouths were agape, some even blinked several times to ensure the thing before them was real.

He stood still before Oliver, whose expression was hardened, watching his opponent still hold composure despite receiving his attack. The crimson-haired senior had held back, but he wasn’t one to deliver a half-hearted strike to an opponent.

Oliver had exerted more than half his power in that last attack, the one that sent the grey-haired boy flying. However, the reality crashed upon him like a splash of cold water on his head, instantly cooling his heated mind.

The boy loosened his grip, lowering his sword and straightening his posture. He hesitated for a while, then opened his stiff lips.

"Don’t force yourself to stand. What good is keeping your arrogance? You did well enough, and everyone around you became a witness to your bravery."

His voice travels through the stilled arena, yet some people were sharp enough to catch the meaning behind it. Their faces contorted in disgust, including Cain’s.

Cain stared at his opponent, and a moment of rage flared upon his chest. It stirred the slumbering black dragon inside. He exhaled a long breath, calming his racing heart.

His brows twitched when a sudden panel appeared from the corner of his vision, informing him of the increasing integrity. The things that didn’t increase even after Cain slaughtered his way back from the simulation world, now popped out.

[Integrity +1%]

However, a thought popped into his mind.

What was the cause of its appearance?

Was it because he fought someone stronger?

Or because of the slight damage he received. Whatever that was, the system’s appearance was too coincidental; it was as if it knew what the things its user needed the most right now were.

’That’s right. You always appear at the right moment, like this.’

With a blink of his eyes, a long panel projected in front of his eyes. He swept through his parameters and the remaining bonus point he had accumulated in his last big battle.

’Fifty, huh. Then distribute them evenly!’

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> Core Parameters:

- Vitality: 62 > 72

- Mind: 60 > 70

- Physique: 60 > 70

- Agility: 67 > 77

- Sense: 60 > 70

- Corruption: 100%

> Bonus Point: 50 > 0

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As soon as the numbers change. Cain’s heart thumped; there was a strange sensation that swelled, warm yet at the same time cold, that clashed against each other in forming a harmonized effect which jolted his consciousness awake.

A bolt of electricity seared through his veins, spreading through his body. His muscle tissues twitched as if thousands of fire ants were gnawing at his flesh.

However, that torturous moment happened only in a blink as the world around him faded into a grey colour. Cain lifted his head forward, eyes widened as he watched the world as a whole move at a slow pace. He clenched the katana hilt; the familiar weight settling in his hand soothed him.

The world snapped back to normal speed, but his enhanced senses remained. Cain stared ahead toward his opponent, Oliver’s lips twitching as if he were talking about something.

But in the slowed world he currently resided, sounds faded; only his fading breath, his beating heart, and the clattering of his katana kept him aware that this was reality.

His lips parted into a fearless grin, knowing his power had risen significantly in the heat of battle. He lifted his left leg, prompting him to move like a blurred shadow and reappear behind Oliver.

"Sorry, you said something?"

The boy’s word was soft, yet it resonated across the vast space like a distant echo. Oliver and everyone around jerked their gazes toward the source, their eyes widening in shock, and some even dropped their jaws to the floor.

"What!?"

Oliver’s towering frame leapt back, his expression hardening as he realized he’d dropped his guard. He took a deep breath to calm his raging heart, then opened his stiff lips.

"How did you?"

Cain didn’t bother replying as he prepared his middle stance, prompting his opponent to do the same.

He gazed at Oliver’s blue eyes. Inside, Cain caught the slight ripple unnoticed by naked eyes. Even though it was faint, the fact that Oliver’s composure cracked made the blood inside him boil.

’Look at you.’

However, things escalated when, after dozens of seconds had passed, the boy remained standing in place, showing no sign of movement. His action stirred everyone’s curiosity, especially the explosive speed Cain had demonstrated earlier.

They wonder if the grey-haired boy still didn’t utilize his full power in the sparring match?

If that were true, it was nothing but a form of humiliation toward his seniors, who were willing to dedicate their time to educating their juniors.

Oliver furrowed his brows, clamping his teeth hard in frustration. He had come to this training facility on his superior’s orders to recruit new personnel. The boy didn’t want to get involved in something trivial, so as not to waste his time with juniors.

So he left everything to his subordinates, who listened to him well. Oliver’s goal was to select a dozen or so cadets to handle supply runs to the eastern border. It was a mundane task he was eager to offload.

He was elated at first, knowing the mundane task of delivering supplies to the battlefield was finally lifted from his shoulders by the appearance of these new recruiters.

But never in his life had he imagined he’d come to this place only to be humiliated by a junior, who didn’t even stay within the facilities for a year. Yet, the sheer speed he showed sent chills down his spine.

The crimson-haired boy shook his head, trying to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts in his mind. He was currently facing an opponent he must defeat, no, an opponent he must conquer because he dared to provoke him not only once, twice, but thrice in a single day.

As a person who was born with privilege, his pride was wounded. And this time, he wouldn’t let the battle fall into his opponent’s hands.

’You ask for it.’

A flame in his chest burst forth, enveloping his towering body with a crimson aura that scorched the atmosphere around him. The scattered aura contracted until it wrapped around his body to form a layer of protection.

The arena’s floor shook, sending an invisible shockwave that blasted everyone’s mind.

From the side, General Dosh held his breath. His nails dug into his palm skin, turning it pale as a white sheet. The man gritted his teeth, shooting his sharp glare into Oliver.

’What the hell is that b*stard doing?’

Oliver not only acted selfishly in asking for several unpolished cadets, but also used Ether in a sparring match. The boy must have a few screws loose in his brain.

Dosh turned to Oliver’s opponent, at a loss for words. The man’s pupil shrank in shock. But soon a grin was put on his stern face, slightly intrigued by what his number one cadets would do in this battle.

Cain’s lips spread in a thin smile. His opponent’s temper was his greatest weakness. He lifted the hilt of his katana, a level near his face, while the dull blade was pointed down. The boy loosened his grip, maintaining a straight posture.

Under the pressure from his opponent, he released his Ether. Cain inhaled deeply, focusing his thoughts on the power residing within his chest. A loud thump from his heart shook his eardrums, then an invisible, warm Ether started to course through his veins and strengthen his physique.

However, unlike Oliver’s blatant display of power. Cain’s precise control let the power reside beneath his skin, making him look ordinary than any other cadet. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

His lips curled up as he could hold back the throbbing feeling of excitement that swelled in his chest.

That act infuriated Oliver as the towering boy raised his longsword near his head, ready to swing it down with all his might. Cain blinked, then his opponent’s body disappeared from his sight and reappeared before him.

Oliver tensed his grip as he transferred all his weight into the attack, forgetting the fact that his attack could kill someone, even though he was using a dull blade.

In the face of the destructive swing, Cain didn’t retreat. He stepped into the blow, using its own monstrous momentum against it.

The grey-haired boy moved his katana; he swung it diagonally and clashed it toward Oliver’s side sword, pushing a bit of his sword trajectory off.

Cain didn’t stop there; he twisted his body using one of his feet as an axis, then used the momentum of his spin to swing his katana at his opponent’s neck before moving past Oliver’s body.

A loud bang that sent a shockwave through the arena, the cause of Oliver’s attack that struck nothing but the arena’s floor. On the other side, there was Cain, who exhaled the breath he was holding and stood up under the hundred gazes of people.

He lifted his gaze toward the ceiling, his lips parted in a joyful grin.

’I’m done with my part! Louise, the last stage is yours.’