White Online

In the room where Players who aspire to become Gladiators had gathered.

The Players were still discussing about the match they had witnessed, but soon, the murmuring stopped after the appearance of a lovely young woman with dirtied robes.

Their eyes showed the greed, and the Players with Thief class felt an itch to steal the reward.

The young woman who appeared as the previous match's winner, Queen Diana!

Queen Diana walked past the crowd of Players and arrived at where Black Arrows were.

''Congratulations.'' Darth shook hands with her.

Queen Diana smiled and nodded. The rest of the Black Arrow Members also welcomed her with warm smiles.

''Guild Master,'' Tobi said with a severe tone while glancing at the Players, who were looking at her with greedy gazes.

''Yes?'' Her eyelashes moved gently while sitting with her back straight and hands on her lap.

''Should we perhaps return to the Guild?'' Tobi knew about the stupidity of the Players, who would do anything to get their hands on an item, that would perhaps help them or not.

They don't think about the consequences that will happen if they offend large Guild like them.

''No.'' However, Queen Diana rejected his proposition.

''Why?'' Tobi wasn't pleased about the answer, ''We are not safe here.''

The rest of the Black Arrow Members looked at their beautiful Guild Leader.

''Wraith-chan is fighting.'' She smiled and turned her gaze to the floating screen, ''I want to see his fight.''

''Is that the priority right now?'' Tobi wanted to slap some sense into her, but he knew it would be impossible to change her mind.

Queen Diana smiled and nodded.

Tobi couldn't do anything except sit down with a sullen look.

Back in the Arena.

The beautiful gladiator entered the arena with a chorus of cheers and whistles.

She tightened the straps of her bikinis, making sure they won't fall down.

Once she made sure, she stopped walking and looked at the vast audience, ''It is time for the second Challenger Matches!''

*CHEERS!*

*CREAK*

One of the large doors opened, sending a cloud of dust into the atmosphere.

From there, KnightOfHoliness appeared like Knight in shining armor.

His handsome looks were an instant hit among the female audience members, earning loud fangirl-like screams.

He smiled and waved at the audience with his beautiful blond hair fluttering alongside him.

Before, the male audience members were cheering for Queen Diana; now, the female audience members had their revenge.

Most of the males looked displeased to see how their girlfriends or wives acted, but they couldn't tell them to stop either; it would be hypocritical.

''It is a Knight!'' A little girl in her 8s with large blue eyes shouted with excitement, ''Mom, look!''

Her mom was one of the ones who cheered loudly and was still doing it.

Her husband was pouting, not feeling pleasant even the slightest.

KnightOfHoliness stopped next to the beautiful gladiator.

While most of the audience members were focusing on KnightOfHoliness, they didn't see someone else entering the arena as well.

With pure white clothing and equally pure hair. An insanely attractive individual with fair skin that seemed too pure to be touched by mortal hands.

The long eyelashes and pointy nose overshadowed his beautiful gray eyes.

At first, he seemed someone who shouldn't be in a place like Colosseum; instead locked in a treasure vault.

On his back, a gun in the color of light brown was strapped in.

Not even for a second would someone think that he would know how to use it.

Once he stopped walking and the audience members could take a good look at him, they didn't know how to react.

No one cheered, only managed to open their mouths with their teeth and tongue visible. However, no words came out.

The Players in the audience stand, however, recognized him!

The gun, white hair, the Player Tag floating. Each one of those told them the white-haired youth's identity.

After their faces had a look of realization, they took everything they could use to record and pointed them straight at the match.

First time since the appearance of the Stream Clip, Wraith was publicly fighting!

On the top row of the Audience Stands.

Three cloaked figures were sitting and were discussing an only moment ago, but now, they have become silent.

That silence lasted several seconds longer until one of them opened their mouth.

''Legacy Carrier… A powerful one.''

His friends nodded.

''I guess we didn't come here in vain… Quite entertaining match ahead.''

The third cloaked figure didn't open his mouth, but when they were about to relax, their senses screamed for them to act!

Before they could even stand up, someone sat in the seat right next to them.

They shakily turned their heads and widened their eyes in shock.

The figure that appeared was sitting with his arms on the top of the backrest and legs crossed.

On his face, a trademark white ski mask was covering most of the face, except the eyes.

He was wearing an outfit that would allow him to hide in the snow with a rather great success rate.

Even though he looked like someone that belonged to the mountains, no one was looking at him except the three cloaked figures.

''Y-You.'' They couldn't believe their eyes, and after getting rid of the initial shock, they lowered their heads with respect.

''Sit.'' Simo said while making a simple waving motion with his hand, ''Let's watch the match, shall we?''

They gulped and sat down with stiff bodies.

''I-I-If I may ask…'' One of them decided to be the brave one, ''G-Great White Death, w-why have you come here?''

''You see, my Legacy Carrier is fighting.'' Simo saw their shocked looks, ''But, why are you three here? If I remember correctly, only Godly, Mythical, and Special Figures were allowed to enter Stronglord.''

The cloaked figures gulped, and fear was trying to attack their minds.

''You three… Ordinary Figures with Ordinary Legacies to offer for Players wasn't allowed to enter any major city.''

Simo glanced at them from the corner of his eyes and smiled, ''You guys must know the reason?''

The three cloaked figures stood up and bowed at a ninety-degree angle, ''Please, forgive us!''

''Leave before the God's notice.'' Simo mentioned casually, ''Return where you three belong.''

''Thank you!'' They said with gratitude and disappeared without leaving any traces behind.