I gave the name that once struck terror amongst UNOEs enemies to the point that It was forbidden to be even said out loud, only to be forgotten by history and time but that was going to change soon.
"Which difficulty?
"Which one Is the highest?"
The clerk paused and looked up at me.
"S"
He said.
"Then S It Is"
As I said this the clerk, my money bags, and everyone else around who managed to hear my words froze and collectively looked at me.
"It's your funeral"
The clerk said as his lips curved Into a grin showing his missing, yellow, and black teeth while he entered my information into a crude computer.
After processing my fights and our bets registration, he handed us wristbands with unique IDs.
The wristbands would allow us access to the fighter's and spectator's areas and serve as markers for the gambling participants.
With our wristbands secured, I made my way through security who confiscated my hot weapons and into the fighters' area while the money bags joined the already excited spectators.
It was a grim and chaotic scene.
Fighters of all sizes and shapes were warming up, sharpening their weapons, and stretching their limbs.
Clans and groups huddled together, discussing their strategies.
I moved towards a section where a large digital board displayed the upcoming matches.
As I scanned through the list, I noticed my name and my opponent's name, It was a zombie to be precise a hundred of them.
Beside the match listing, there was a gambling digital board, many bets were already being placed and so far only the 3 middle-aged men who came with me had bet on my victory while more and more betted against me after seeing the difficulty I chose.
As the fight drew closer, the coliseum's announcer presented the first match and It was going to be mine.
The Coliseum was alive with the chatter of spectators, the clang of weapons, and the roars of the fighters as they prepared for the brutal contests.
The atmosphere was a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
The announcer's voice boomed over the stadium's speakers, and the digital board behind her displayed my name.
"Dracula Von Death."
The crowd's attention turned to the announcer who was a small but busty woman with loose long ashen hair, red eyes with bronze skin wearing a red dress with a slit down from her left hip.
"Ladies and gentlemen,"
The announcer declared, her voice filled with theatrical flair.
"We have a newcomer here today, and he goes by the name of Dracula Von Death! What an interesting choice of name, isn't it?"
The spectators erupted into laughter and cheers, many of them considering my bravado to be foolish.
They ridiculed the audacity of a newcomer daring to challenge the S-level difficulty, some called me an idiot, while others simply dismissed me as a dead man walking.
"He's going for the highest difficulty, S-level, ladies and gentlemen! The question is, does he have a death wish or is he just plain delusional?"
The announcer continued, playing up the suspense for the crowd's amusement.
I could hear the mocking comments from the audience.
The odds against me were undoubtedly high, but I remained unfazed because all I cared about was money.
Old Lu and the two men who had placed their bets on me watched with unwavering confidence, believing in my abilities.
As the laughter and ridicule from the crowd continued, I started cracking my knuckles, ready to enter the arena and face the daunting challenge ahead.
The spectators may have doubted my chances, but they were about to see a one-of-a-kind spectacle.
As I entered the large ring, the harsh arena floor was littered with bones, blood, weapons, and even rotting corpses.
The harsh lighting fixtures above focused on me, casting an eerie glow on the chaotic scene.
The spectators fell silent, their anticipation palpable.
"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Dracula Von Death!"
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their initial mockery now replaced with intrigue and excitement.
As the spectators took in my appearance, comments, and whispers filled the arena.
"Look at him, he's built like a tank!"
"He's got scars all over him. This guy's seen some serious action!"
"He doesn't look like a rookie. He's got that battle-hardened aura."
"Damm that eye, he must be a mutant!"
One of the spectators commented after seeing my eye.
Old Lu and the two men who had bet on my victory exchanged knowing glances, their confidence in my abilities growing as they heard the spectators' reactions.
My unique and imposing presence had garnered attention, and the audience couldn't help but admire my battle-scarred physique.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and for our newcomer's debut, we've prepared a special challenge,"
The announcer declared, her voice filled with excitement.
"Facing Dracula Von Death are not one, not ten, but a hundred ferocious zombies!"
The crowd's murmurs grew into a roar of anticipation as the gates in front of me began to open.
From the darkness beyond, a relentless horde of a hundred zombies stormed out.
Their decaying bodies shuffled forward, mouths filled with rotting, razor-sharp teeth and clawed hands extended, ready to tear apart anything in their path.
As the zombies approached, I unfastened my combat katana that was fixed to my armored vests back.
With a fluid motion, I held the combat katana in front of me and assumed a combat stance.
"Hmmm thirty percent should be about right"
I muttered to myself as I decided to limit my agility and strength to 30 percent while swirling the combat katana In my hand.
"What the f*ck, why isn't he moving don't tell me he's scared?!"
One of the spectators couldnt help but complain as he saw me just standing there as the zombies charged at me only to freeze In shock as he saw me slice and hack the zombies one by one as I started slowly moving forward.
"Hahahaha, this Is too fun!"
I laughed loudly as the dark red rotting blood splattered onto me after I clewed a zombie In half whose Innards spilled out the moment his two halves collapsed onto the ground.
"This Is too easy"
I muttered to myself as I sank my katana Into the ground to the shock of the spectators, but before they could react they saw me grab a zombie's head and pummel It Into the ground causing the head to explode like a watermelon.
Next, they saw me grab a zombie's head with both of my hands and while kicking the torso tear It off only to see me fling It at another zombie's head with such agility and strength that both of the heads cracked open.
I continued to obliterate the zombie's heads with my fists and kicks, tear their limbs off and use them as bats, and tear the zombies In half with both of my hands.
By the time I was done, I was completely drenched In the foul-smelling rotten blood while the whole arena remained dead silent to the point you could hear a pin drop to the ground.
But that silence didn't last long.
The Coliseum was alive with the sound of jubilation, the stands vibrating with the cheers and applause of the ecstatic crowd.
The announcer's voice added to the fervor as she continued to praise my astonishing performance.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what an unbelievable display of skill and power! Dracula Von Death has not only defeated a hundred zombies, but he has done so with unparalleled style and finesse! What a show!"
The two men who had bet on me, as well as Old Lu, were grinning from ear to ear, their earlier confidence in my abilities completely justified.