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Chapter 218 - Tournament XIX

Rhys snapped back at him,

"STOP SAYING THAT!! WHY IS EVERYONE OKAY WITH ME POSSIBLY DYING?!"

Dreamer adjusted his glasses again,

"We are not okay with it. We are simply… realistic."

Fate nodded way too hard,

"YES. WE LOVE YOU, RHYS. BUT ALSO—WE HAVE EYES."

Rhys yelled,

"STOP HAVING EYES THEN!!"

Zenith took a single step forward.

The ground shook.

The lights above flickered again.

Puddle screamed,

"MASTER HE IS DOING THE 'WALK OF DOOM' AGAIN!! RUN! ROLL! SOMERSAULT! PLAY DEAD!"

Rhys shook his head rapidly,

"I CAN'T PLAY DEAD, HE'LL JUST MAKE IT REAL!!"

Zenith lifted his sword slowly, deliberately.

It hummed like a storm.

Dreamer murmured,

"He's shifting into a technique… something high-level. Something fatal."

Fate gasped,

"FATAL?! WHY DO ALL HIS MOVES SOUND LIKE THEY COME WITH A DISCLAIMER?!"

Zenith pointed the blade at Rhys.

"…Let's see if you can follow this."

Rhys's soul left his body for a moment.

"I CAN'T EVEN FOLLOW MY TAXES, DON'T DO THIS TO ME."

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