Inside the enormous hall, Zed ignored the abusive remarks of fellow contestants. Internally, he couldn't but marvel at their good luck. Had he been Kiba, they would have learned what it means to face insults that could make blood boil in anger.
As he thought of this, he eyed the abusive contestants with a peaceful smile.
"Maybe some of them have beautiful girlfriends, or at least gorgeous sisters and mothers," Zed mused with a pondering expression. "If things move as per my plan... then many mothers and sisters would be shedding tears at loss of their precious children.
"Those mourning ladies would be in need of shoulders to cry! How troublesome... Who would be there to offer them a shoulder and tissue? Who would help them feel warm when fangs of loneliness target them?"
Zed sported a very happy smile.
