EVERNA Arcel Raine's
Life Cocktail In A Cage
Dominions
Arcel Raine is really lucky this time.
The immortal youth's life almost floated after his intake of yogic energy clashed with the residue of demonic energy in his body.
It was fortunate that Singh was quick to respond to first aid, plus Dean Vizier's pure energy intake to speed up recovery and erode demonic energy. It is also helped by sophisticated modern medicine at the prison clinic.
As a result, right on the day of “judgment through fight”, Arcel already looks fresh-fit and able to stand upright again. He even warms up in the cell by moving agile side-by-side, front-back, and do footwork and shadow boxing like a professional boxer.
The power training in Arcel also went through a lot of progress, after “hibition” the demon energy was successfully eroded. As a result, on the day “pudic”, the energy recovered in Arcel was already more than fifty percent.
“Experience and talent can not lie,” said Singh who now acts as coach and director of Arcel in addition to the battlefield later. “Your speed of recovery from demonic possession exceeds that of any warrior I know, even myself. So, that's how big your talent and potential.”
Arcel responded, “But it is impossible that my strength will be equivalent to that of Chairman Alistair Kane, ‘kan?” Of course with a half-joking tone.
“Well, as far as I can measure, your strength is one level below that of Kane the seventh level traveler, the Creator of the Universe. But my calculations could have been wrong.”
“So there's a chance I could be a level seven traveler?”
“Ngg. Don't-don't you're a second or third-level traveler who is just his achievement that is equivalent to a level five traveler.”
Arcel was downcast, either ashamed of having hoped too much or just recalled that his potential was not limitless.
“Again,” added Singh, “now your strength is still not moving from the level of hero warrior. So know yourself and take care of yourself. Fight if the opponent is approximately equal or slightly higher in strength than you. But, if the opponent is too strong or is a traveler between the realms, there is no other choice but to retreat regularly or dodge.”
“Isn't that an act of cowardice?” Arcel deliberately wanted to provoke additional information through the question “less ajar”.
Fortunately Singh, who has eaten a lot of sour-salt in some parts of the world, gave an elegant response. “Better we spelled cowards rather than die in vain for being unwise.”
Arcel just fixated, guessing the logical plot of the exposure of the traveler from Arcapada.
But one thought managed to restore Arcel's focus on the battles he would face in a moment.
My opponents will almost certainly be warriors on par with me. It is impossible that there is an inter-regional traveler who wants to dirty his hands by interfering, making the process of “court through fight” later so biased.
Don't, don't let anyone be that crazy.
Don't ever exist.
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Adler von Bachmann Prison is a maximum-security prison, reserved for prisoners of conscience or who are too dangerous to be incarcerated in a regular prison.
Therefore, even the field for exercise or other outdoor activity centers are in closed rooms, untouched by the slightest sunlight.
Now, the vast field space has been transformed into a fighting arena. The arena was professional but tends to be gloomy and scary rather than grand and elegant.
How not, in the middle of the arena there is a fighting ring shaped hexagon field. The area of the ring is roughly equivalent to a badminton or volleyball field.
The most interesting thing is a set of four-meter-high fences that surround and lock the six sides of the ring, even on the top side as well.
There might be a fighter who is “nakal”, wants to escape from prison with a special handcuffed devotion again. But his efforts will certainly fail because he will first be stung by high-voltage electricity that is delivered to the cage in an emergency.
The second most interesting thing in this “arena unloading-pair” is the presence of a special podium that towers on one side of the field space. The podium was where the important people were, the only kind that was allowed to watch the entire show of this series of battles live.
Surely the podium three meters high from the ground was covered and protected with a thirty-centimeter-thick window glass. The glass is also specially processed, by combining advanced technology and magic, so as to be able to reduce energy as strong as a nuclear explosion or the equivalent of the power of a fourth level traveler.
The cost needed to host this gladiator-style fighting event is enormous. Therefore, the organizers, in this case the prison management and the Syndicate broadcast this combat event commercially, both online and through television networks with a pay-per-view system.
So, everyone who wants to watch a live broadcast or recording of this show must pay the equivalent price of tickets to a world-class singer music concert. After the payment is paid off, the viewer is given an access code to the exclusive server.
The exclusive server has been encrypted and features an ultra-advanced tracker. So, if the audience “bandel” record this event, or try to forward the recording to another place, let alone the authorities, the connection will be cut off. The viewer's access will be blocked and he is automatically blacklisted.
Surely the sixteen prisoners and convicts were escorted by an armed and fully protected special warden with a strength of at least two hundred people.
“Be careful. The wardens are also quite powerful, although the average strength is at the level of soldiers,” said Singh who became the only special companion for Arcel, Dean and the Blood Feast team. “It is precisely their commander, Captain Rick Stryker who needs to watch out for the most. The fighter nicknamed ‘the Warden’ has a magic that exceeds you now, Arcel.”
“Yeah, anyway I also do not intend anything,” said Arcel while shrugging his shoulders.
The prisoners were then locked up in a special podium surrounded by a hundred magic guards, including Rick, the black commander.
“Please sit in the places that have been provided,” exclaimed Rick Stryker, briefing. “Please watch all the other fights while waiting for your turn. Don't try to run away and make a mess, or I and all my men will make you*****so flat with the floor. Understand, all of you?”
“Practice, Sir!” the prisoners were almost in unison.
Being placed in the same cell, Arcel Raine was sitting next to his new best friend, Dean Vizier. Also seen the other excommunicado are Cross, Onyx and Faust. The four sat spread out, alternating with other prisoners of war that Arcel did not know.
The only relief for Arcel was seeing all the excommunicado was fine. Apparently the special prison did not bother to torture the prisoners first, so that they could present a series of exciting battles in this grand event, Torture, torture, the actual judgment and punishment was only imposed while the prisoners were fighting against the “hakim”.
While the “hakim supreme” is certainly the Head of Prison, a middle-aged woman named Margaret Griffons. His posture is a bit thick. The wrinkles on her face were covered with thick make-up. Her lips are thinning and wrinkled covered with thick red lipstick, so impressed still “ranum”.
Because of this, Marge still looks full of authority when talking in front of the podium through a pin-shaped mini microphone in the collar, which is amplified through several giant speakers in the six corners of the arena.
“Since the Antiquities, throughout the Age of Gods and the Age of Ancient Civilizations in Everna, countless humans have been forced to fight, save lives for entertainment or sheer prestige,” exclaimed Marge. “The gladiators Valanis and Ancient Parthenia, warriors from Wushu, Shima and almost all over Everna fought for various reasons.
Most of them lost their lives in vain. And only a handful of those fighters tasted the glory, honor and forgiveness they craved. All of that they must defend by fighting continuously and continuously, surviving until death picks up.
That's why we at the Adler von Bachmann Correctional Institution took the initiative to revive the idea of ‘fight for forgiveness’ by organizing this event..”.
Arcel missed part of Marge's exposure and sharpened his long-range vision, trying to identify the figures behind the Prisoner on a glass podium.
Among the figures was a glimpse of a man sitting casually between two other tall, large men standing very upright, prone to stiffening.
The figure was long white hair and his head tended to always tilt to his right side, either while he was relaxed or while sitting upright. His overly relaxed attitude seemed indifferent to every word Marge said in her speech.
Even the head and eyes of the silver hair were fixed straight at Arcel. Ah, maybe he noticed the former MAUL champion Dean Vizier sitting next to me, Inner Arcel. Dean's re-emergence in this controversial event will surely ignite an explosion of excitement among the star's fans.
A moment later, Arcel suddenly felt an intense energy pressure surging into his aura, leaving him aghast. As the swordsman opened his inner eyes, he saw a pair of giant eyes glaring straight at his eyes, as if hypnotizing him.
As a swordsman who had a trained and powerful aura, Arcel managed to shake off the pressure with a bulging reply. The pressure of Arcel's inner energy shot back and hit the opponent. As a result, the image of the giant eye disappeared instantly and the pressure on him disappeared.
But the relief that Arcel felt momentarily changed in the next moment with turmoil. To ascertain what happened and who the opponent he was facing, Arcel asked Singh next to him.
“Teacher Singh, does Guru know who the owner of dark energy was suppressing me earlier?”
Singh, who had apparently since noticed Arcel's giraffe, had prepared an answer. “The white-haired man in the covered platform podium was named Dominion.”
“What?” sergeant Arcel. “Who is the Syndicate Chairman?”
Singh nodded steadily. “Takdoubt. Although rarely appeared on the surface, his strength as a sixth-level traveler makes his wibawannya absolute, unlimited and undeniable.”
“What is a level six traveler? How many are there in the world today?”
“I know there are now ten of them, including Dominion and Gregor Engelsohn. Their strength was equivalent to that of a god or the leader of the gods, so on average they were the supreme leader of an organization. For example, Dominion was the Chairman of the Syndicate and Engelsohn was the Chairman of the Gregorian Order.”
“Why did you mention Engelsohn? Does it have a close connection to the Syndicate?”
“Oh, not really,” replied Singh while shaking typical Arcapada people. “You will face him sometime in one other mission in the present, not too long after your affair with Dominion is over. But I can't foresee it any further, just so you can concentrate on Dominion.”
“Oh, fine then.” Arcel raised his shoulders. “Lantas, who are the two people on the left and right side of Dominion?”
“They are the two strongest champions in the Syndicate, concurrently the adjutant and personal bodyguard of the Chairman. They were brothers Garth Hauser and Karl Hauser, and they were from Borgia.”
Arcel was stunned for a moment. His mind is digesting the intake of new information from Singh. And he just realized that he had missed the whole rest of the long speech of the Head of Prison when Margaret Griffons exclaimed, “With this, the show ‘Court Fight’ begins!”
Note: Borgia is the German version of Everna, while Arcapada is the Indian and Myriath is the North American version of Everna.