Chapter 22

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The ground rumbled with a loud noise.

The heavy golem’s head was stuck on the floor.

Finally, all the matches were over.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Didn’t Memento mori do anything?”

“That’s what I’m saying. How can he do that with his bare body?”

The Colosseum buzzing in astonishment.

In the middle of the stadium, Kali stood.

He stood as bent as an old man who stood aloof from everything and stared at the floor. He didn’t seem to care about winning or losing.

Long, shaggy gray hair up to the waist as if only skin had been left on one’s bones; wounds and scars all over the body.

No one laughed at him anymore.

“All six games are over! Our valiant warrior, Kali, defeated all beasts and demons!”

The host took the podium again and lifted the megaphone.

“How many of you guessed correctly about today’s game? I’m looking forward to everything! Here, wait a minute. Now the results are coming out.”

“Oh, my God. I’m already wrong.”

“Who is going to get all of this right? I’ll change my mansion if there is have one.”

“But it’s been a while since I’ve seen such a thrilling match. I’m very satisfied. It’s okay even if I didn’t win the prize.”

Some complained, and some were satisfied.

“I’m sure many of you missed the answer because Kali did a good job today. Is there anyone who got all of them right?”

At the words of the host, the audience became quiet.

“There’s only one person! Who’s sitting on number 549?”

“I’ll announce the results right now! The one who predicted the six wins!”

“They really bet on six wins? What kind of person are they?”

“It’s not like they’re out of their mind. I’m sure they’re crazy about money.”

I was the person who was crazy about the money.

I raised my hand slightly, and the host pretended to know.

“Yes, you’re sitting there! Please come this way and pick up the prize. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give the winner a round of applause. I wondered who would bet on Kali’s victory, but the winner must be very bold. Here we go!”

“That’s a lot of nerve, isn’t it?”

“But who would bet on victory by looking at that skinny body?”

“This person deserves the healing artifact, of course!”

I was a little embarrassed to hear the thunderous applause.

“It’s Kali who’s had a hard time.”

I murmured softly as I went down to the podium from the audience.

For a moment, I felt as if his gray eyes met mine.

I felt chills down my spine.

‘No, it can’t be.’

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