Chapter 225: Main event

Zafron made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the Undercity, his body aching from the intense training session with Sakura. The events at the bar still swirled in his mind, a mix of adrenaline and regret coursing through his veins.[Well, my lord, that was quite the eventful evening,] Calista chimed in. [Though I must say, challenging the local behemoth might not have been your wisest decision.]

'Not now, Calista,' Zafron thought back, rubbing his temples. 'I've got enough on my plate without your commentary.'

As he approached Rusty Nail, Zafron couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for the world above. The Undercity's oppressive atmosphere seemed to weigh heavier on him with each passing day.

He pushed open the door, expecting to find the usual chaos of their shared living space. Instead, the first room stood empty, save for the faint sounds emanating from the kitchen.

"Hello?" Zafron called out, his voice echoing in the sparse room.

"In here!" Matilda's voice responded from the kitchen.

Zafron made his way towards the sound, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion. As he entered the kitchen, he found Matilda hunched over a cutting board, a look of frustration etched on her face as she struggled with a particularly stubborn vegetable.

"These damn vegetables," Matilda grumbled, not looking up from her task. "They're as hard as rocks down here. It's like trying to cut through concrete."

[Perhaps the lack of sunlight has turned them to stone,] Calista mused. [A fitting metaphor for life in this subterranean purgatory, wouldn't you agree?]

Zafron ignored Calista's quip, leaning against the doorframe. "Where are the terrible twosome?" he asked, referring to Whisper and Shadow.

Matilda finally looked up, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face. "They went out not too long ago. Something about gathering intel or placing bets. You know how they are."

She paused, taking in Zafron's disheveled appearance. "How was training? You look like you've been through the wringer."

Zafron managed a wry smile. "It was... educational. Sakura doesn't pull her punches, that's for sure. But it was good, I guess. Rough, but good."

Matilda nodded, a hint of concern in her eyes. "And after? I heard you two were heading to that fighters' bar."

Zafron's expression darkened slightly. "Yeah, about that. Things got a bit... messy."

"Messy how?" Matilda pressed, setting down her knife and giving Zafron her full attention.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Let's just say I ran into some particularly annoying individuals. Nothing I couldn't handle, but—"

Before Zafron could finish his sentence, the main door swung open with a bang, followed by the sound of raucous laughter. Whisper and Shadow swept into the kitchen, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Well, well, well," Whisper purred, her gaze landing on Zafron. "Look who's back early. And here we thought you'd be out painting the town red with your new partner."

Shadow nodded, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Or getting your ass handed to you in another training session. You know, whichever came first." Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Zafron rolled his eyes, but before he could retort, Whisper continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"But never mind that. Have you heard the latest buzz around the Undercity? Apparently, some fresh meat had the balls to challenge Draco and the Butcher to a fight. And get this—Draco actually accepted!"

Shadow nodded eagerly. "It's all anyone can talk about. Who would've thought someone would be crazy enough to—"

She paused, her eyes narrowing as she took in Zafron's uncomfortable shift. "No. Way. It was you, wasn't it?"

Zafron cleared his throat. "He was bugging Sakura. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

There was a moment of stunned silence before Whisper let out a low whistle. "Well, color me impressed. Draco's never accepted a challenge from a regular fighter, let alone a newbie. You must've really gotten under his skin."

Shadow nodded, her eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and calculation. "This is big, Zafron. Really big. Do you have any idea what this means?"

Matilda, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally spoke up. "It means he's put himself in unnecessary danger," she said, her voice tight with worry.

Whisper waved off Matilda's concern. "Oh, don't be such a wet blanket. This is the opportunity of a lifetime! Do you know how much is at stake for a match like this?"

Shadow nodded eagerly. "All the regular matches for the week have been postponed. Everyone's focusing on this fight. It's scheduled for two days from now, and the buzz is unreal."

"The stakes are astronomical," Whisper added, her eyes glinting. "If you win this, Zafron, we're talking about a payday that could set us up for months, maybe even get us out of this hellhole and to the upper section."

Zafron, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of information, held up his hands. "Wait, wait. Slow down. What do you mean, all the matches are postponed?"

Shadow grinned. "Exactly what it sounds like. Your little stunt at the bar has become the main event. Every other fight this week has been pushed back to make room for this showdown."

"The units we could rake in from this..." Whisper mused, her voice dreamy. "It's more than we've seen since we got down here. If you pull this off, Zafron, we'll be sitting pretty."

Matilda's frown deepened. "Is that all you two care about? The potential payout? Have you forgotten how dangerous this Draco and his partner could be?"

Whisper rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Matilda. Don't be such a killjoy. This is the break we've been waiting for. Besides, Zafron can handle himself. Right, big guy?"

Zafron, feeling the weight of their expectations pressing down on him, simply nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'll... I'll figure something out."

[My lord,] Calista's voice echoed in his mind, [while I admire your bravado, perhaps we should consider the gravity of the situation. Your slime powers are still unreliable, and hand-to-hand combat isn't exactly your forte.]

'Not helping, Calista,' Zafron thought back, frustration building.

"Look," he said aloud, cutting off the twins' excited chatter. "I appreciate the... enthusiasm. But right now, I need to clean up and clear my head. We can talk strategy later."

Without waiting for a response, Zafron pushed past the group and made his way to the bathroom.

As he closed the door behind him, he could hear the twins' voices rising in excitement, already planning how to capitalize on the upcoming fight.

Left alone in the kitchen, Matilda stood silently, her earlier task forgotten. Her eyes were fixed on the closed bathroom door, worry etched deeply into her features.

'Oh, Zafron,' she thought, her heart heavy. 'What have you gotten yourself into this time?'

She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her stomach. The twins' cavalier attitude towards Zafron's safety grated on her nerves.

All they seemed to care about was the potential windfall, with no regard for the very real danger Zafron would be facing.

'They don't understand,' Matilda mused, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. 'Or maybe they just don't care. To them, he's just a meal ticket.

She could hear Whisper and Shadow in the other room, their voices animated as they discussed betting strategies and potential sponsors. Their excitement only served to fuel Matilda's growing anger and frustration.

'Don't they realize what's at stake here?' she thought, fighting the urge to storm into the other room and give the twins a piece of her mind. 'This isn't just some game. Zafron could get seriously hurt, or worse.'

'And for what?' she wondered bitterly. 'A few extra units? A chance at a better life that might never come?'

She glanced towards the bathroom, imagining Zafron on the other side of the door. Was he as worried as she was? Or had the twins' enthusiasm infected him too, blinding him to the very real dangers that lay ahead?

Matilda took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She knew that confronting the twins now would only lead to an argument, and that was the last thing Zafron needed.

With renewed determination, Matilda turned back to her abandoned vegetables and continued chopping.

In the bathroom, Zafron leaned heavily against the sink, staring at his reflection in the cracked mirror. The face that looked back at him seemed older, wearier than he remembered.

[My lord,] Calista's voice echoed in his mind, softer than usual. [Perhaps it would be prudent to consider our options carefully. The stakes in this fight seem... exceptionally high.]

Zafron sighed, splashing water on his face. "I know, Calista. But what choice do we have? We're in too deep now to back out."

As he dried his face, Zafron couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread churning in his stomach.

The upcoming fight loomed large in his mind, a mountain he wasn't sure he was equipped to climb.

'But I have to try,' he thought, straightening up and squaring his shoulders. 'For Matilda, for our chance at a better life. And maybe... maybe even for Sakura.'

The thought of his pink-haired partner brought a small smile to his lips. She was tough, no doubt about that, but there was something about her that intrigued him. Together, maybe they stood a chance against Draco and the Butcher.

Just then a sudden realization struck him.

"Hey, Calista," he murmured, careful not to be overheard, "it's been a while since I checked my stats. With all this training, I must have improved, right?"

[Indeed, my lord. Would you like me to display your current statistics?] Calista's voice echoed in his mind, a hint of curiosity in her tone.

Zafron nodded, anticipation building. "Yeah, let's see where we stand."

[Very well. Initiating status update...] Calista replied, her voice fading as the familiar glow of the stat screen began to materialize before Zafron's eyes.