A brief moment after the game ended, all the surviving players had been teleported to the arena.
The spectators started cheering for their own teams, comforting them over their lost.
"How nostalgic...It's really been a while." Felix smiled bitterly as he eyed the big screen, displaying the names of the winners...This time, his name wasn't on it.
In his previous life, he was used to losing at least 40% of his games, making him immune to this raging sense of failure.
Still, hearing the viewers' sympathetic applause was truly much worse than getting booed.
"Dragonslayer, I wish we have met in different game." Prince Domino appeared out of nowhere and said indifferently, "This win brings me no pleasure when we haven't clashed even once...But, this should be enough to let you understand that not all dragons are the same breed."
Felix sized him up for a few seconds before smiling sincerely, "Congratulation on your victory."
