Ascension of the Dark Seraph-Chapter 270: Point Exchange

Regardless of the situation, Lucivar couldn't do anything right now.

Best for him to focus on the tournament and kill Caldaros.

Perhaps then, when Caldaros died and marked the first time ever of Loki's triumph over Sunna, he will be generous enough to give Lucivar the boost he needed to handle the Black Zenith Order. If not, then he would be forced to beg Sutekh to take over.

'Bui I'm sure Loki would give it to me. He's not stingy.' Lucivar shrugged.

Once he knew who was behind the poison, he, along with Leandra and Ravenna, exited the café.

No need for them to take care of the bald man's body.

As he exited the café, he glanced over his shoulder and found the two men walking into the café.

Both were the bald man's companions, still clueless to the fact that the bald man was dead.

'I'm not scared of the Black Zenith Order,' Lucivar smirked. 'I gave no clue that I'm an Angel Hybrid.'

Since he killed the bald man with his dark attribute, there's no link, so he doesn't need to be worried.

Additionally, he didn't need to be worried about them coming after him for this murder.

Poisoning him, a young Academy Hunter, isn't really legal.

Upon returning to the stadium, Ravenna turned—and leaned towards him while Leandra was walking in front of them. She placed her lips beside his ear and whispered, "I'll find out more about this Black Zenith Order. Other than that, thank you for the treat."

"No problem. It's not really a treat for you since it has something to do with me." Lucivar chuckled.

"Nevertheless," Ravenna tapped him on the shoulder. "I got some negative energy."

She immediately retreated when Leandra turned towards them.

"Go on, you need to be on your A-game for tomorrow." Ravenna said, gesturing for him to go inside.

Leandra also raised her fist, "Good luck for tomorrow, we'll be watching."

As the two waved their hands, they turned and headed to their hotel.

On the other hand, Lucivar stood there, mildly surprised, "I guess she could be nice if she wanted to."

Shaking his head, he headed inside.

Just like that, the night came to pass with him sleeping in a designated room for participants.

He didn't need to be worried about company since Angel was there to warm his bed, and he was more than ready to tackle tomorrow. All he spent doing was training to control his two attributes and then going to sleep at around midnight.

Early in the morning, almost five, he woke up from the sound of knocking.

Angel was still sleeping soundly beside him with a happy and satisfied face, curled up inside the blanket.

Checking the time, Lucivar yawned and sat on the edge, but the knock sounded again.

"I'm coming!" He exclaimed before checking who was at the door.

Of course, he didn't forget to take his dagger and hid it behind him, anticipating the worst.

However, as soon as he peeked from the peephole, he realized that it was a crew from the tournament's organizers. Lucivar used his hand that was holding the dagger to open the door abruptly and wide, which startled the crew.

Seeing that Lucivar was only in his boxer, her face flushed red instantly.

Clearly, she was uncomfortable, but then again, Lucivar didn't care, it's God-damn five in the morning.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow, questioning.

"Ermm…" The woman fanned her blushing face, trying to regain her composure, and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry for intruding, Participant Lcivar. I called your personal assistant a couple of times, but she didn't pick up, so I had to come here myself."

"Oh," Lucivar glanced at the sleeping beauty and then turned to her again. "She's tired, I think."

Unconsciously, the woman stole a glance at the bulging thing behind Lucivar's boxer.

But a teasing whistle startled her greatly.

"My eyes are right here," Lucivar said, pointing at his eyes. "If you want to look down there, don't you think it's more polite to ask first?"

"R-Right, I'm sorry…" The woman averted her gaze.

Her face was already red like a tomato at this point, too embarrassed to even speak.

"And…?"

"Eh? I'm sorry?"

"The reason you came here…?"

"Oh, right!"

Quickly, the woman put on her professional look as best as she could, though it was faltering.

Then, she asked, "You got an additional point from beating the third ninja in the first stage, so I'm here to give you your reward. You can choose either one of the following: Pin someone's location for the second stage, or gain one royal decree."

"Can you elaborate?" Lucivar asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"During the second stage, all participants would be given a radar," The woman explained firmly while fidgeting with her fingers. "If you decided to pin someone, your radar would always show where that person was. As for the royal decree, it would help the King in the second stage."

Lucivar nodded his head attentively.

He remembered the second stage should be a King's Game, whatever it was.

From the looks of it, the game would be quite sophisticated, and he liked it.

A light smirk curled on his face as the more sophisticated the game was, the more he could play in it.

'Since the second stage would be a team's game, I'd be paired with Caldaros and Mirel, as per the very information Angel got for me. In that case, do we really need a royal decree? We're strong.' Lucivar contemplated his choice, but the answer was obvious. "I'm going to choose the first option."

"Understood." The woman opened her tablet and tapped the screen a couple of times.

Then, when she turned the screen to face him, he was greeted by the list of participants.

"Picked one and we will configure your radar," She instructed.

Lucivar grabbed the tablet and scrolled through the participants, meeting a couple of people whom he was interested in pinning. He was deliberating between a few choices, but stopped to look at the woman again, "Will there be cameras for tomorrow?"

"Huh? Of course, how else would it be broadcast?" The woman smiled politely.

"Right," Lucivar also smiled, a charming one. "Sorry, that's a silly question from me. Here, I'm done."

Accepting the tablet again, the woman checked his choice.

"Participant Arthur is your choice, correct?" She asked, confirming his decision.

Lucivar nodded, he decided to go with Arthur.

Once that was done, the woman handed back the tablet to Lucivar, "All of the things you need to know about the second stage are right there in detail, including the rules. Make sure to read it since over the years, some teams lost because they didn't read the rules properly."

Upon hearing this, Lucivar paused for a second, his eyes narrowing.

"Also, make sure to gather at exactly eight at the grand hall." She continued before intending to leave.

Just before she could take a step, Lucivar stopped him.

"Hey," He called, placing his hand higher on the door. "I know this doesn't involve the game at all, but I can't help it. May I know your name?"

"M-My name?" The woman stuttered, her face reddening again. "It's… It's Tara."

"Such a beautiful name, Tara…." Lucivar praised as he pushed himself out of the room and walked over to Tara, disregarding the fact that he was in the hall and was only with his boxer. He stopped until he was a step away from Tara and leaned towards her, "Tara, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Ah…" She averted her gaze. "If it's about the game, I really shouldn't…"

As she said that, she was surprised when she realized she was already backed against the wall.

Lucivar smoothly placed his hand on her waist and guided her to the wall.

Then, he reached for her hand, "Please? I really need your help. I promise it's not something hard."

Tara tried to keep her gaze away, but she couldn't help but to meet Lucivar's gaze.

She was stunned to see him so close, but the worst part, he was totally her type.

Chiseled jaw, black messy hair, and his golden eyes… they were endearing and hypnotizing.

"In… In that case," Her voice turned soft—she doesn't have the will to say no to Lucivar right now.

Smirking inwardly, Lucivar then whispered something into her ear.

Upon hearing this, Tara paused for a second before she nodded, "I could do that…"

"Good, text it to my assistant," Luciviar leaned away, smiling charmingly. "You're a lifesaver, Tara!"

Before she could even recover from her daze, Lucivar had already turned around and gone back to his room, not allowing her to change her mind. A playful smirk crept to his lips as he closed the door, "Luck has always been on my side, who knew someone like her would come straight to my doorstep. All of those things I did were worth it!"

Then, he rubbed his chin, seemingly in thought, "Or am I really that handsome? I guess I am!"

"What? What's wrong? Why are you up?" Angel suddenly asked as she reached for her glasses.

Seeing her, Lucivar paused for a second.

Almost instantly, his expression shifted.

His eyes gleamed with wicked intent, "I got woken up because of you, so it's time for round eight!"

Instinctively, Angel scrambled to the far side of the bed and hopped off.

"Wait, wait, wait a second!" She raised both hands with a pale face. "What did I even do?!"

"You missed your calls," Lucivar snapped, already moving. "And then some woman came banging on the door!"

He was circling toward her, muscles coiled like a predator ready to pounce.

Angel mirrored his every step, keeping the bed between them, her hands out in protest, "That was not entirely my fault!" She said, edging sideways without even having the decency to cover herself. "You practically didn't give me a chance to rest, so it's also kind of your fault!"

Upon hearing this, Lucivar straightened his back and pointed at her.

"What did you just say to me?" He growled.

"I-I take it back…" Angel smiled wryly—she misspoke. "Fine, just do whatever you wa- kyaah!"

Moments later.

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It was the start of the tournament again.

All participants were gathered in the main hall, all strapped in their gear.

Lucivar had already read the files—and knew what the second game was all about, but he expected the same person from the first stage to explain the rules in person to make sure the participants were aware of all the rules.

Instead, the crews handed something to the participants.

Soon, Lucivar looked down at his hands with a frown.

He was given three flowers like all the participants were—a red rose, a black rose, and a white rose.

"Now what?"