"Glenn knew about everything?" Gina asked in shock as they read the notebook that Glenn left them. She was in the bell tower along with John, Philip, and the younger Adventurers.
"Yes," John nodded. "Glenn's first room was Galaron and this room held the most special plot among the rest of the rooms. That's why he knows everything, including Diana's identity."
"Diana was previously one of the guards of Death Arena before she became Galaron's Bow Hunter," Gina read out loud. "While they would think that she's a villain, I must establish an agreement with her."
"They faked her defeat so the next Wave would come," John said. "And the Glenn wanted to be as far from Philip when he arrives so he could take down the shadow when it comes to corrupt Philip."
"Why did he needed to do that?" Philip asked. "He could've just joined you in the supposed battle against me."
"His plan was to solo the shadow because it drops an important item that Glenn needed," Gina said. "The key to the arena itself."
"Diana must've told him about this information," John muttered. "I feel betrayed right now. Couldn't he trust us with these information?"
"I don't think it was Glenn's intentions to make us feel betrayed," Gina said as she opened the next page of the book. "We knew about this plan, look."
She raised the notebook so John could clearly read the contents. The man could only sigh and smirk in amusement. "So, he had already told us about everything. He just made us forget about it using my skill. But again, why?"
"Because he needs us to act like how we would act," Gina said. "He needed us to act like nothing happened, so we could proceed to the next Wave and so on."
"Now I kinda agree on that," John sighed. "He must knew that I would feel anxious about his plan on taking down the Death Lord alone. He must've known that I would mess up somewhere along the way."
"Me too," Gina said. "We were lucky that the Bow Hunter was already allied with Glenn, that's why we had an easier time dealing with her. I fought some of those undead soldiers, so I know that they're strong. Imagine the Bow Hunter or the Baron of Diseases."
"Big Brother Healer," Patrick spoke softly. "Is he planning on taking down the Death Arena alone? What if he can't make it?"
"You don't have to worry about him," John smirked. "Glenn is a man who can take down seven Death Lords in his sleep. He's that strong."
"Yeah," Gina agreed. "He won't get defeated easily."
Not a few minutes later, the final Wave was announced. Everyone prepared in the town square and waited for the selection. The notebook said that Glenn needed the selection to start first before he could act. This way, he could face the Death Lord after it comes down from its throne."
"Are you excited?" John asked Gina. "I hope I get chosen. I will show Glenn how strong I actually am."
"Knowing that he would be on the other side," Gina sighed. "Anyone is okay if they get chosen."
"Oh," John chuckled. "I guess you're right."
"Patrick?" Cecil cried as she ran to the two older Adventurers. "I can't find Patrick."
John and Gina looked at each other in shock. Then they looked up to see a giant crystal orb floating in the air. The orb shows the Death Arena and the young healer in the middle of it.
"Oh, no," Gina gasped. "Patrick was chosen."
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The Death Arena was like an ancient coliseum that gladiators would fight on. In this coliseum, the participant would be on one side of the coliseum while the Death Lord would come from the other side.
There was no judge and every possible trick and magic was allowed inside. There were only one condition, fight to the death. That was why this was called the Death Arena.
"Hello?" Patrick was shaking as he stood in the arena. There were different kinds of people on the seats, from undead people to grotesque beasts. "Why am I here?"
"Welcome to the Death Arena," an announcer said. "The fight agains the Death Lord will commence in a few short minutes."
"What fight?" Patrick asked. "I am not a combatant. I have no powers in combat."
No one was listening to Patrick as he tried to beg for his life. The announcer was busy looking at his notes while the people just watched him there.
"Alright," the announcer said. "The Death Match will start in ten seconds. Challenger Glenn Adams, you need to prepare yourself."
"What?" Patrick tilted his head. "I'm not–"
The ground shook and a large iron gate opened. Patrick felt the terrifyingly cold breeze blow from the dark tunnel that the gate was on. An ominous aura approached him, making him shake in pure fear.
"I'm not Glenn Adams," Patrick whispered. "Please, I don't want to die."
The Death Lord appeared. A giant undead man with a broken crown on its rotting head and a sword on his hand. It approached Patrick slowly, but then sprinted by the next second.
"Big Brother Healer!" Patrick yelled. "Save me!"
A small white light bulged from the ground and it grew to a huge tree in a second. The white tree made of light made the Death Lord stop from its tracks as it tilted its head to the side.
Curses such as burn, paralysis, or stun does not work on the Death Lord. It was one of its passive skills. But the light and the damage from the light was taking its toll on it.
"What seems to be happening?" the announcer asked. "Is the challenger transforming?"
The tree slowly dissipated in thin air and a taller, much built figure stepped out of the light. The small frail healer was replaced with a much stronger one.
"Transformation complete," Glenn smirked as he raised his hands to make his hololiths glow brightly. "Now for the main event. Switch."
In one of the bleachers, a man was sitting, holding a key similar to what Glenn used. He was smirking. "Glenn Adams. I have found you again."