Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Mind Maze

"You’re asking for death, kid!" As a Berserker with explosive temper, Bister’s eyes turned blood-red when provoked by the newcomer Midi, his body erupting with murderous aura.

With furious roar, blood energy surged around Bister as he raised his two-meter greatsword glowing crimson.

Berserker skill: Blood Frenzy!

The warrior activated his signature move immediately, clearly intending to eliminate Midi in one ruthless strike.

"Bister reached level 60 after passing the Awakening level 10 threshold. Now burning Vitality through Blood Frenzy, his battle strength surpasses even mine!" Sandur sneered from the stands. "Let’s see how a level 54 human handles this!"

"Senior Brother Sandur, isn’t this excessive?" A female voice wavered nearby.

"The High Ranking Judge will clean up any mess," Sandur dismissed coldly.

Watching Bister’s reckless attack, the High Ranking Judge tensed. Just as Midi worried about their Cooperation, the judge feared for ally relations. This berserk assault made his heart pound.

Yet neither the smirking Sandur nor anxious judge noticed Avril, Reinhardt and Wiseman watching Bister with pity.

Challenging Midi Asreks, the "Sword of Victory and Guardian"?

He’d be lucky to survive.

Midi stood calmly, waiting.

"Eat this!" Bister leaped skyward with his blade, crashing down like collapsing mountain. The greatsword tore through air, smashing arena floor into quaking pit.

But struck only air.

As Bister jumped, golden-red glow enveloped Midi. Before the Berserker landed, Midi hovered high above like monarch surveying subjects.

"Impossible!" Bister gaped. Berserkers lacked long-range attacks – aerial enemies negated his brute force.

"Flying skills? Another Perfect Awakened One?" Sandur glared bitterly, hating this inferior viewing angle.

The High Ranking Judge maintained calm face despite inner storm. Even among Heart-Seizing Demons, few possessed flying skills. Midi’s value skyrocketed – he’d be crucial in future battles. Letting him enter Mind Maze as top-tier Thought Capturer became logical. This required urgent discussion with Ruler Marcel.

As for the battle’s outcome? With flying skills ensuring Undefeated Position, worry was pointless.

But Midi rejected mere survival. Having revealed Sky Sword Dance, only complete victory sufficed.

The golden-red glow around Midi intensified, condensing into blade-like radiance. Lower-level observers winced at its piercing light.

A shrieking tear split the air as Midi became meteor streaking downward – not mountain’s fall, but celestial spear piercing through space itself.

As the strike landed, the entire arena and its stands trembled violently. A Mushroom Cloud of debris erupted from the center where the explosion occurred.

When the smoke cleared, people discovered an impressive crater over twenty meters wide and nearly a meter deep at the arena’s heart.

Bister’s greatsword shattered instantly under the terrifying impact. He was hurled backward, smashing through a wall and lying unconscious in the rubble.

How could he be this strong?

What skill had he used?

Who exactly was this man?

Dead silence gripped the arena. Even the elites of Blood Purification stood in shock. The arrogant Sandur gaped openly, his signature cold demeanor crumbling before his junior sister.

After prolonged stillness, a voice finally broke through:

"Any other challengers?" Midi asked lightly, sweeping his gaze across the stands.

None responded. Those meeting Midi’s icy stare hastily lowered their eyes, fearing to provoke the Killing God. Even Sandur instinctively avoided eye contact.

"Since there’s no opposition, let’s finalize this." Midi turned his satisfied smile toward the High Ranking Judge.

"O-of course," the judge stammered, having no real choice.

During the following ten days, Midi’s group familiarized themselves with Blood Hell Island. Avril’s status as Holy Maiden prevented conflicts their outsider group might have faced.

Midi’s display of power caused subtle attitude shifts among Blood Purification’s higher-ups. Both the High Ranking Judge and Judge Marcel answered his Mind Maze inquiries thoroughly, maintaining at least surface-level cooperation.

On the tenth dawn, twenty elites gathered under the morning star’s cold glow. Midi observed four factions:

1. His own "outsider" team with Avril, Reinhardt, and Wiseman.

2. Sandur’s faction led by the Level 63 Ghost Cry user and his loyal junior sister Shelly.

3. Patrol Team elites led by Roth (Level 60 psionicist and brother to Roy).

4. Executioners including a Level 61 scarred Berserker who glared hatefully at Midi.

Though Sandur’s team seemed strongest and Midi’s weakest (only Avril nearing Level 60), Midi remained calm. The inheritance trials favored survival skills over raw power – an adventurer’s specialty.

"Survival duration, is it?" Midi smiled, reassured by his companions’ steady gazes.

The ritual began as Judge Marcel chanted. Pure magic rippled from the leaders’ joined incantations, shaking space itself. The black mist parted like curtains, revealing an ancient gate that groaned open to blinding whiteness.

The Mind Maze had awakened.