The Weakest Undefeated
Arc 3, Branched Path: Hope buried in blood

*Warning : This chapter contains many scenes that are not worth imitating or brought to the real world\, do not be stupid once again do not fool\\, why this novel has an age limit? Because in the hope that the reader can distinguish between fiction and reality\, what is in the novel let be in the novel do not bring to the real world\, do not be stupid. The author does not want if there is news where his readers become brutal because they have finished reading the novel\, it's a stupid action g need to mature but just think responsibility if doing anything here author can just remind in the form of the word\, just think about the responsibility if doing anything here author\, this novel is for entertainment only not a scripture to be approached by its teachings and stay away from its prohibition\, the author is not responsible for what the reader does\, what you plant it that you harvest\, or what you harvest\, Thank you so much, happy reading.*

The sunshine that brought us together was now gone, the cloudless clear sky was slowly revealing stars, so small that I did not realize it, followed by the moon and night.

The darkness began to swallow the room we were in, on the ceramics, the pool of blood, the mirror-like reflections on each weapon, all reflecting the facial image of the same person, the young man who had begun to reach his limits, the young man who rejects the fact that from now on they will no longer be

three, but only two.

Dion :”Hey, Tia.... were you mad at me for shooting you all of a sudden back then? If I'm sorry, you can forget about it, let's just say it never happened, but...*Tears suddenly dripping on the floor mixed with a pool of blood*if you're not angry, please..hurry up..”.

A pungent smell began to smell, and all that there was only one possibility, namely his body that had begun to rot.

The smell seemed to slap me and said to immediately accept the reality, to immediately let go of him. No matter how hard I try to lie to myself, try to be tough, act calm and believe everything will be fine, but deep inside I already knew it from the beginning, it's just that I keep turning away from reality, until I realize these tears have come out on their own.

Dion :”Tia...” I called his name one last time after receiving all that reality even though it was so painful.

I wiped my tears and smiled broadly at him,

Dion :”My dream will be made! So you can relax there, Ti-“

*Shelf!*

Surprised to hear it I looked back and saw a spear piercing through the door of this room and kept on darting, from its direction.I instantly came to my senses and when I wanted to reach out to stop it it was too late.

*BROT*

The spear pierced right in the belly of the girl's body, after which the voice of a man from the direction of the spear came from behind the bedroom door.

“Basic genggkus.” is so rude and without feeling the sentence was created

Without waiting for that person to show his face fully I had already recognized him that voice.

I took a sword and swung it right at his neck as I was about to enter the room through the hole I had made.

I swung the sword towards his neck as he just passed through the hole,

*srett*

Vista :”Why stop?” He looked at me and spoke calmly,

The tip of the sword that I swung to his neck was restrained and stuck into the wall before chopping off his head. I stopped not because I stopped him, I had no intention of stopping my hand

since my body was enveloped in an unbearable sense of anger when I saw the vista thrust a spear into Artia's body, seeing the depth of the sword stuck into the wall made me so conscious, how angry I am and wanting to behead my best friend.

Vista realized my intention to kill him but he did not hesitate one bit and just passed me to the body of the girl.

Dion :”STOP!!” I snapped at him but he did not stop his steps

I took another sword that was stuck in a broken piece and pointed it beside his face from behind,

Dion :”DON'T FORCE ME!”

Vista stopped his steps, right after I thought he had given up but he suddenly turned to me and let the left cheek until the tip of his nose was sliced by the sword, looking at me seriously.

Unlike before now I don't have the courage to kill him,

It's enough I lost one of my best friends I don't want to lose anymore. Without him I would be...

When I started to doubt Vista had gotten into bed and pulled his spear out of Artia's stomach,

Dion :”H-Hey! W-what are you doing?!”

My face paled immediately, I did not expect it at all. Behind that calm face of Vista, behind his humorous nature, behind his laughter deeply engraved in my memory, he was able to do this so calmly. With both of his bare hands he widened and opened Artia's stomach from the hole she had created.

Blood gushed and came out without direction and rained down on his body and face endlessly,

Dion :”Tck!” I bit my lip firmly rounding my resolve to stop Vista,

I took the chain beside me and threw it around Vista's body, at least enough to stop his hand from dismantling Artia's internal organs until they were out of shape.

Dion :”That's enough! Vista hen-“ Before finishing my sentence Vista who could no longer move his hand was without hesitation using his mouth and drowning his face in Artia's stomach.

Dion :”VISTA!!”

I pulled it tight until I dropped Vista from the bed.

Dion :”SUFFORT! Never mind, Vista we should-“

Vista :”DO NOT GIVE UP!!! OPEN YOUR EYES, DION!!!” The impact,

Dion :”I know it's heavy, so is I but we have to let it go.”

Vista stood up and approached me,

*DAK!*

Vista banged his head against my forehead so hard that it made me fall and loosen the chain. Not allowing the opportunity Vista removed his chain and pointed directly at the body with blood dripping on the tip of his index finger nonstop.

Vista :”DO YOU THINK TIA IS THE TYPE OF PERSON WHO WOULD DIE SILENTLY WITHOUT SUCH A FIGHT? DO YOU THINK HE'S THAT WEAK? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHO'S ALWAYS STOPPING US BOTH IN A GREAT FIGHT? WHO MADE US BOTH FALL TO THE GROUND SIMULTANEOUSLY? OPEN YOUR EYES, DION!!”

I looked at the body, though,

Dion :”What-Huh?!”

Why didn't I realize it?

Although her body was full of wounds and there was no head just because she was wearing a uniform with the name Artia, the same size, I was too quick to make the decision to ignore the most important thing,

Both of his hands,

No burn marks at all......

(Note of reminder: Artia was burned on both hands while making Dion's birthday cake in Arc 2, Artia: Dion's Confession.)