The young man holding the chain was enveloped in a white flame that turned him into a torch.
The excruciating pain made him scream in agony and despair.
Lathel frowned at this as he couldnât stand by and watch Barosik kill the young man.
Even though those people werenât his relatives, he couldnât ignore them because they were still his classmates.
Lathel waved his hand, and another stream of fire appeared, enveloping the young man.
However, this stream of fire did not harm the young man at all; on the contrary, it burnt the white flames of Barosik.
The two flames collided and then annihilated each other. However, Lathelâs flames seemed to be slightly stronger, so in the end, the white flames had completely disappeared, leaving only the red flames.
Then, the red flame also slowly disappeared.
The young man was lying on the ground, his body covered in burns, to the point that his skin was charred black, making it impossible to recognise who he was.@@novelbin@@
Lathel frowned, took out a bottle of medicine, then poured it into the young manâs mouth.
The medicine entered his mouth and then flowed down his throat, relieving some of the pain.
Although he could be saved, this young manâs appearance would be completely deformed.
"Lathel!" Barosik shouted. "Come here!"
Seeing Lathel appear, Barosik laughed so happily that he couldnât close his mouth.
Although Lathel had just nullified his white flame, he believed that it was because he had not used his full power.
Anyway, killing people here was not allowed, so if he really killed that young man, then he would be in big trouble. However, destroying their future was something he could do.
The fire Barosik used just now was not strong, only enough to burn the outer layer of skin of the young man holding the chain.
If Lathel hadnât saved the young man, he wouldnât have died.
Lathel frowned, slowly stood up, and with eyes filled with anger asked Barosik: "Why?"
Barosik shrugged and said with a smile, "Because I want to make those dogs who looked down on me pay."
"They looked down on you? When did they look down on you?" Lathel frowned and said. He felt that these male leads were really stupid.
He didnât understand why he thought that people were looking down on him because Barosik had only been in class for a few days and many people in the class didnât even know his name.
Could it be that the male leadâs halo, in addition to its ability to protect the male lead, also has the ability to make the male lead stupid?
"Youâ¦"
Lathel was about to say something when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Rakka standing beside him with indifference.
"Leave him to me."
Hearing Rakka speak, Lathel intended to advise Rakka to be careful, but upon thinking that Rakka was also a male lead, and perhaps even more terrifying than Barosik, Lathel decided to remain silent.
After all, Rakka is a terrifying existence from another world who came here, mind, strength, combat experience⦠In general, Rakka is better than Barosik in every aspect.
However, Barosik had Medos supporting him along with that strange white flame.
Seeing Rakka, Barosikâs expression immediately became strange. There was a bit of anger, but also a bit of worry and fear.
Rakka just smiled contemptuously and said: "Are you afraid of me?"
"Afraid?!" Barosik shouted angrily: "You bastard! This time, I will make you pay."
"Ah! Pay? Youâre talking about yourself?" Rakka crossed his arms, his expression as if he was looking at a rotten bug.
Barosik saw Barosikâs eyes and felt even more angry.
He hated that kind of contemptuous gaze; he had endured that kind of gaze for many years, and he didnât want people to look down on him anymore.
He wanted people to look at him with admiration, respect, jealousy, and fear.
"Rakka, if you are not afraid, would you dare sign a death contract with me?" Barosik said.
The crowd around was also startled; one must know that when fighting on this field, killing is not allowed.
However, there are a few exceptions, such as⦠if both sides agree to sign a âDeath Contract,â they must fight until at least one of them dies.
Of course, during the battle, no one was allowed to interfere, and besides, the relatives of the deceased were not allowed to take revenge.
Rakka heard that and laughed contemptuously. He had seen many of these types of stupid people in his previous life.
At that time, many geniuses, relying on a little bit of talent that was superior to others, thought that they were the lords of this world, so they became so arrogant that their eyes only looked up at the sky, never looking down at the ground.
"Good!" Rakka laughed and said, "If you want to die, I will help you die in the most miserable way."
"Huh!" Barosik snorted in disdain, laughing loudly in his heart: âRakka, you will die⦠die in an extremely painful way. What you have done, you will pay for.â
After the two signed the âDeath Contract,â many people started coming to this place to watch.
Anyway, normally in this place there are only practice battles; even if there is real hatred, it wonât lead to murder.
However, when the âDeath Contractâ was signed, everyone who knew about this immediately rushed to the arena to watch.
Even though in their eyes, Barosik and Rakka were just two new students, someone would definitely die. Such an exciting event, everyone naturally had to come and watch.
Very quickly, the audience seats were filled with curious onlookers and people who wanted to see what a fight to the death was like.
Barosik looked at the many people sitting in the stands, as many as ants, making him even more excited.
This was the feeling he wanted; this was what he had dreamed of. Countless people saw him shine, shouted his name, and admired him.
Barosikâs heart was pounding with joy and excitement, to the point where he wanted to quickly start the fight.
Barosik raised his hands as if in response to the praises of the people sitting in the stands; however, he did not know that they came here purely out of curiosity.
"What is he doing?" In the stands, everyone was confused by Barosikâs actions.
"I donât know; is it some weird ritual before battle?"
"Maybe heâs saying hello to us."
"Heh?! Is he stupid? Why is he greeting us?"
"Hahahaha⦠Maybe he is stupid; he thinks he will win."
"Wait! Donât say that; he really has the ability to win."
"What?! Explain!"
"According to what I heard from a reliable source, he possesses a white Essence Flame, and he can fight three people at the same time without falling into defeat."
"What?! Is that so?"
"It seems⦠this yearâs rookies are not simple at all."
"Thatâs right, first it was Lathel, then Alec, and now another one has appeared."
"Lathel is now a hero of the Empire; we must respect him a little."
"Wait! Where is Alec?"
"Hahahaha⦠That idiot seems to be dead, dead in the woods."
"Heh?! I also heard he died in the âGenius Conventionâ."
"F*ck! Is he a genius? A little bit of talent makes him a genius, then what is Lathel? A god?"
"Thatâs right, how could Alec participate in the âGenius Conventionâ? Donât talk nonsense."
"Maybe he was too arrogant, so he was killed by the monster. He is dead anyway; you guys shouldnât be too arrogant, understand?"
"Thatâs right, but Lathel is truly my idol. Kind, humble, and incredibly talented."
"Yes, yes, yes⦠Lathel, although he doesnât brag, is a hero of the Empire. I also heard that the empress wants to grant him a marriage contract."
"What?! Lathel really is a God."
"Lathel!"
"Lathel!"
"Lathel!"
Suddenly, in the stands, the crowd started chanting Lathelâs name, making Lathel feel confused.
At this moment, Lathel was standing at the side of the arena, frowning as he looked up at the stands, not understanding why they were shouting his name.
"Thisâ¦" Lathel tilted her head: "Why are they shouting my name? They should be shouting Rakka or Barosikâs name right now."
"Because the news of you being the Hero of the Empire has been spreading since yesterday." Lilith suddenly appeared beside Lathel, smiling and saying.
Looking at the woman who looked to be in her 70s, Lathel was not surprised, frowning and saying: "Are you serious? I thought that matter would be kept secret."
Lilith shrugged, her expression a bit mischievous, not like that of a 70-year-old woman: "Hehehe⦠I donât know either, but isnât this great? Everyone is chanting your name right now; arenât you excited?"
"Excited? I feel more anxious." Lathel said, holding his forehead. The more famous he became, the more the male lead hated him.
However, the male lead is not exactly like Rakka, who knows how to hide himself and wait for the moment when he has the full ability to shine before daring to step into the light.
Most male leads are like Alec and Barosik, always wanting to be the centre of attention.
"Donât worryâ¦" Lilith patted her chest and confidently said, "I will protect you."
Lathel looked at Lilith, who was now like a 70-year-old woman, and sighed, "It would be better if you wrote a will to leave your assets to me."
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"Noâ¦" Lathel replied, "Itâs just that I feel⦠I should send you to a nursing home or to the cold palace."
Lilith pouted as she tried to look pitiful.
"Alright, youâre already old, so stop acting like youâre young."
Lilith heard that and sulked, crossed her arms, and angrily said: "I wonât talk to you anymore."
Lathel sighed and laughed; there was nothing more fun than teasing Lilith. Thinking back to the past, she always did as she pleased, putting him in many difficult situations.
But now itâs different; after knowing the truth about Lilith, he could freely tease her.
At this moment, Barosik heard that people were not calling his name, but instead calling Lathelâs name, and he was so angry that his face turned red.
âDamn! You idiots here got fooled by him.â
âHero? That bastard must have used his power to spread that nonsense rumor.â
âI am the hero⦠I am the one chosen by this world.â
Medos, who was hiding inside the necklace, felt Barosikâs mind starting to stir and became worried.
âCould it be⦠that this brat stepped on Alecâs death footprints?â