The man shrunk his neck and snorted to try and put up a strong front before looking away.
Zevien looked at the man's seat number and internally laughed before walking toward the man.
"What?" the man asked as a bead of sweat formed on his forehead.
"That's my seat," Zevien grinned as he pointed at a seat beside the man.
'Fuck…what a bad day. Sigh,' the man sighed and gave way to Zevien. He thought he would lighten the atmosphere by joking but didn't know Zevien would pull out a dreadful aura with his powers.
But Zevien was not here with this outfit and style so that others could make fun of him or joke about it; he was here to strike fear in others with this appearance and make fame for the individual known as Alucard.
He was sure that one or two people from the Magic Guild headquarters would be helming the contest, and this contest would be broadcasted for the general public to see. So, he had to take this chance and win this contest overwhelmingly.
