Zeras arrived outside the gigantic Colosseum, out of breath.
He clasped his knees, taking deep, continuous breaths from exhaustion.
After about five minutes of panting like an injured raccoon, he finally got ahold of himself, dusted his clothes, and entered the Colosseum.
A door stood to the left, with the words "Sign up to become an Atlantean Soldier, right here!" written at the top.
Zeras moved toward the corner and knocked. No reply.
He knocked thrice, once again, but after waiting another minute, there was still no reply.
The 'opened' Planck on the door seemed to mock him, and his face twisted with displeasure.
Clenching his fist, he slammed it on the door five times, causing a loud bang that shook the door.
"Come in!"
A husky voice finally echoed out as Zeras stepped into the place.
The room was not that big, just medium-sized, and it contained a single large rotating chair and a table that covered 70% of the space.
Piles and piles of different books were disorderly arranged on the table, with ink smeared all around it.
Behind the desk, a burly man with dirty-brown scales sat, raising his head at Zeras with a smile, but it immediately faded at the sight of him.
The man took his gaze back to the book whilst shooing him off.
"Go away, kiddo..."
Zeras wanted nothing more than to slam his palm on the Atlantean's face and watch those huge cheeks of his wiggling under the force, but he restrained himself.
"Um... Kind sir... I'm here to sign up for the competition...."
"Go away, kid. I don't like your face. So go away." The Atlantean quickly cut him off without looking at Zeras.
This grumpy Atlantean was Planck, but Planck wasn't without his reasons.
Normally, the real warriors didn't knock on his door.
He was used to the door being flung open with a kick.
So, when the person actually knocked, he guessed it was probably some amateur who was tired of his life and wanted to die quickly.
And his guess was right. It was just a kid.
A kid so lean, even he could crush him by simply lying on him.
But unfortunately, he underestimated Zeras.
'It seems the nice approach won't work,"
Zeras mused as he stared at the fatty, a sinister smile lining his face.
Him? Using a nice approach?
That didn't exist in his dictionary!
[Bio-morph has been activated.]
"Do You Want to Die!?"
An incredibly deep voice that screamed of murder boomed throughout the room, resulting in powerful ripples.
Planck immediately jumped up in shock as he looked at who was responsible for the voice.
It was the same kid, but his eyes...his eyes.
They were pitch black, with no pupils at all.
Crimson red veins moved like snakes across the eyes, which were filled with pure killing intent and extremely cold to behold.
"I... I... How can I help you, Sir..."
Planck said, his voice quivering, as he felt his bladder suddenly become full and in need of emptying.
Zeras changed his voice to become huskier and the color of his eyes to deep red and crimson.
Using Bio-morph in this way wouldn't deplete his energy as quickly as changing his entire body structure. However, even then, his energy was still being rapidly sucked, making him deactivate the ability.
Planck saw the boy's eyes reverting to their normal blue color, but his mind still shook from fear because of what he had felt before.
The killing intent in those eyes was no joke.
Zeras looked at the man and gave a nod to himself.
Trash people always like to act tough, but they'll immediately quiver when they meet the strong, and this fatty was no exception.
Dipping his hands into his pockets, he brought out the part of the poster he had torn off and showed it to the man, who took it off the table.
"Oh, wait, you want to participate in the competition!?" Planck asked, completely shocked.
The competition would be incredibly brutal, and the rate of death was higher than 90%.
Yet this kid wanted to join?
"Yes, I want to join. And the real question is, how do I join?"
"Um... Sir, to join the competition, you have to earn the Atlantean Soldier card, which can only be obtained by defeating a true Atlantean soldier."
"Only after that can you fight the trial tester placed in our Ligeris city by the king himself, to finally join the trial."
"Then let's get going to whoever I have to fight to earn the Atlantean Soldier card,"
Zeras asked, leaving Planck speechless, but he still reacted.
"Ok... Let's get going then."
He moved out, and Zeras followed behind him.
"You can move this way, which leads to the Colosseum stage. I'll inform one of the Atlantean Soldiers who will take you through your test."
Planck said as he moved toward the second corridor, nudging him toward the right corridor that supposedly led to the Colosseum.
Even though he'd be fighting in a Colosseum in the next minute, he wasn't a bit scared at the thought, if anything, he was excited about the prospect.
Here, he could go all out without giving a care.