Chapter 409 Owner

"What do you think you're doing in my Colosseum?!" A cold, yet mature voice rang through the ears of everyone present.

A young-looking human had appeared next to Nial and he gestured two of his fingers downward, resulting in the levitating Heligav smashing into the ground that caved in.

The sound of bones crunching due to the impact could be heard but nobody dared to bother about that because all eyes were drawn to the young-looking man, whose power exceeded the norms by far.

"The Colosseum belongs to the human race of Kryptan and it is under my protection! If you break our rules, your whole race will be banned, or I will just kill you…or maybe both!!" The Owner of the Colosseum spoke in the universal language as his sky-blue eyes stared coldly at the suffering Heligav, who was further pushed inside the floor of the Colosseum.

"I wonder what your superiors would say… Do you think they would rather see their entire race getting banned from the Colosseum, or would they prefer your death? I genuinely doubt that your life is valuable enough for them!" The Owner said, flashing a bright smile in the direction of some higher-ups of the Heligav, whom he had perceived earlier already.

"Tell me, what do you value more? The gains you can make in the Colosseum, whether it's through betting, bartering, or challenging the Missions, or the life of this lovely junior of yours?" He asked, staring intently at the higher authorities of the Heligav race, who began to feel uncomfortable.

It was only obvious that they wouldn't like the situation but they knew that they wouldn't be allowed to leave if they were to ignore his question. The Owner of the Colosseum would actually just kill their junior and ban their entire race from the Colosseum if they did not apologize for using numerous treasures if they were to get on his nerves.

"We…value the Colosseum more…" One of the higher-ups of the Heligav race admitted in a reluctant voice while his expression turned worse.

Meanwhile, the human's expression turned brighter as he lifted his fingers once again. The pressure on the young Heligav disappeared, just for him to remain on the ground. His legs had been broken, which forced the Owner of the Colosseum to point at other Heligavs and gesture them to move away the garbage they'd brought to his place.

Some members of the Colosseum's staff rushed over without paying any attention to the people around them as they began repairing the floor that their boss had destroyed recklessly.

As for the Owner of the Colosseum, he turned in Nial's direction with a faint smile on his lips.

"I am a little bit jealous of you, you know?" He said lightly as he patted Nial's shoulder

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"Why would you?" Nial frowned, not really understanding why anyone would be jealous of him after the battle was concluded.

"Isn't that kind of obvious? You've attracted lots of attention from the people around you, you earned three million contribution points without much effort, you're a member of a powerful Dojo that no other race but the Valxians ought to be able to join, and you are still alive and kicking!" The Owner of the Colosseum smiled at Nial, but it felt a bit weird.

"I worked hard to get all of that, and one of my most valuable Broken Runic armaments was destroyed in the process. That means I had to use up one of my trump cards that was supposed to save my life in dangerous situations had to be sacrificed to defeat this bamby of a Heligav Assassin!" Nial responded, trying to make the Owner of the Colosseum understand that he worked hard to get his hands on what he achieved until today.

He was not sure why he did that, or why he thought that it was important, and he simply did so without thinking.

The same could be said about his attitude toward other people. His behavior was questionable in most cases, especially since he treated others as if he had known them for years.

It didn't matter whether other people were fine with that or not because Nial would treat them like this nonetheless, ignoring how others would feel.

The Owner of the Colosseum was not really bothered by this. He could tell that Nial was either born in one of the noble families in Kryptan, or that the noble family had some sort of treaty with the Valxian to accept him in their group. If not that then there was some sort of other reasoning for Nial to treat him rather nonchalantly and for getting accepted in the Valxian's Dojo that was said to be the strongest except for being a 0-star Dojo.

"Alright, you did an excellent job. But why do you call it a Broken Runic armament? It worked perfectly fine," The Owner of the Colosseum asked and Nial began to smile after seeing that the human didn't really bother lecturing him about his behavior.

"As you may know some runic armaments break when you overclock their runic constellations too often. Usually, that's bad which is why you don't really overclock runic constellations except if you're in a dangerous situation. However, Broken runic armaments were created for the purpose of being overclocked. They'll be overclocked and generate an effect like the one you might have seen in my battle against the Heligav Assassin.

After being used once, the Broken Runic armament will be destroyed," Nial explained calmly before he showed his broken hand to the Owner of the Colosseum.

"Most of the time, there will be some collateral damage but that shouldn't be something to be worried about as long as you can defeat your opponent by using Broken Runic armaments," Nial said, while gingerly holding his broken hand.

He was healing rapidly and wanted to show the Owner of the Colosseum that there was not really a need to be worried.

"Broken Runic armaments…interesting. I've heard of some Runiciers trying to create runic weapons with higher use, but their pride would never allow them to create something similar to what you've just said," The Owner of the Colosseum thought out loud before he asked, "I wonder which Runicier is daring enough to go against the ideals of the majority of Runiciers. Can I find him, or her in Alliance City, or did you encounter this Runicier somewhere else?"

Nial smiled when he heard the question and he was just about to answer it when he heard another question of the Colosseum's Owner.

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"And just how expensive are these Broken Runic Armaments? If they're consumables, they shouldn't be too expensive…but on the other hand, you can create new ones and unleash the power you shouldn't be able to grasp, let alone control at your rank…this is truly fascinating!"

Nial scoffed when he heard everything the Colosseum's Owner said and he pointed at himself with the aim to answer truthfully.

Yet, in the end, Nial chose to change his answer when he saw that they had attracted too much attention.

"I can introduce you to the Runicier if you would like me to!" He offered and the young-looking Owner began to smile meaningfully as he stretched out his hand.

"Nice meeting you, Nial Orin. My name is Adam, a small and unimportant human in the vast Universe!" He introduced himself, causing Nial to frown deeply.

"Probably not even ordinary Gods are considered important in comparison to the endless vastness of the Universe," Nial retorted, which garnered the intense stares of many Originals all around him.

Adam smiled at his response but he didn't say anything else about it. He released Nial's hand and allowed the young man to take his leave and do whatever he wanted to.

Nial did exactly that and he stepped outside the humongous building not long after.

"What a weirdo…" Nial mumbled before he realized that he was not really normal either. "Well, weirdos might attract one another…I guess."

He began to smile lightly and made his way toward the Guild.

However before he reached the Guild, he felt a pulling force from his right side. His Mana core began to vibrate lightly and Nial began to smile when he saw that there were dozens of shops revolving around ability crystals to his right.

"Is it finally your time to shine, my lovely Mana core?" Nial asked quietly.

With three million contribution points, Nial hoped to have enough to purchase at least one useful ability.

Little did he know that….