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[Note: This is the continuation of the story so go through previous few chapters for better understanding]
Chapter 114: Shape of Slaughter
Moment when Kurumaru's lifeless body collapsed in the demonic realm, a cry of grief tore through the tournament grounds.
PUTRAA!!
The scream echoed across the vast arena, filled with pain, disbelief, and uncontrollable rage. One of the nobles from Audience stood up abruptly, his face twisted, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the screen that still showed Kurumaru's corpse lying in a pool of blood.
That man was Kurumaru's father.
His legs trembled, and his hands clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. The image before him refused to fade. His proud son, a prince trained since childhood, dead—killed in a blink by a silent commoner.
Rudra's gaze shifted briefly toward the grieving noble. His eyes were calm, deep, and unreadable. He did not offer consolation. He did not speak a word.
That silence was heavier than any insult.
The noble felt it. His grief twisted into anger. Slowly, trembling with suppressed fury, he turned his head toward Rudra. For a moment, their eyes met.
The noble wanted to shout.
Wanted to accuse.
Wanted to curse.
But.... his throat locked, he couldn't utter a single word, Because in that brief exchange, he understood something terrifying—Rudra had allowed this to happen and worse, Rudra had full control over what would happen next.
The noble lowered his head, his fists still shaking, his anger had nowhere to go anymore.
Finally, his bloodshot eyes returned to the screen and they locked onto Ram.
Murderous intent flared in his gaze, if looks could kill, Ram would have been torn apart a thousand times over, yet the man on the screen remained unmoved, standing beside Kurumaru's corpse as if it meant nothing at all.
Not far from him, another king sat rigidly on his seat, He was Gandmaru's father.
Unlike Kurumaru's father, he did not scream, he did not stand, his face had gone pale, his lips dry, his heart pounding violently against his ribs.
Only one thought echoed in his mind:
Run…
Run, you idiot son
Run for your life
His eyes never left the screen, his nails digging into the armrest as though trying to hold onto reality itself, he knew his son Gandmaru was strong, arrogant, and ruthless—but he was not prepared for this.
And yet…
Would Ram let him go? The answer terrified him,
because Ram was not just a warrior. Whispers had already begun to spread among the kings—whispers of a dark-skinned giant, a mute slaughterer, a man who erased entire royal bloodlines without mercy.
A KINGDOM DESTROYER
A man with a river of blood on his hands,
On the screen, Ram's presence alone felt overwhelming, his murderous aura was no longer subtle, It pressed outward like a living thing, heavy and suffocating, so intense that even through the projection many spectators felt chills crawl up their spines.
Some swore they could almost see it, as if the aura itself was taking form like a beast waiting to pounce.
Inside the Demonic Realm
The corrupted forest was eerily silent, Gandmaru stood frozen, his mace still clutched in his hands, his red-hot body slowly cooling as fear gnawed at his heart. His breathing was uneven, shallow, completely out of rhythm.
Ram turned his head toward him
Just a glance, Nothing more
Yet Gandmaru felt as if his soul had been peeled open
His legs began to shake
In the next instant—
Flash
A silver blur crossed the space between them and Ram appeared right in front of Gandmaru.
No attack
No strike
No raised hand
He simply stood there and released his aura,
It was not prana, It was not technique, It was the weight of survival forged through endless hardship, pain, and slaughter. An aura tempered by suffering, sharpened by loss, and soaked in blood.
The air itself distorted, Gandmaru's pupils shrank as red particles began leaking from Ram's body, like embers escaping a dying fire. Those particles gathered behind Ram, swirling violently, shaping themselves into something monstrous, something primal, something ancient.
A tiger
A massive tiger made entirely of blood-red energy slowly rose behind Ram, its eyes glowing with feral light, Its fangs were long and cruel, its body radiating death itself, The tiger opened its mouth
ROARRR
The sound never truly reached Gandmaru's ears,because his mind had already shattered.
Gandmaru's POV
The world around him collapsed,the forest vanished, the night disappeared, In its place—
Blood
Endless blood
Bodies piled on top of bodies, broken, torn apart, faces frozen in terror.
Gandmaru staggered back, his heart screaming as he recognized them
His relatives
His friends
His clan
His teachers
Even himself
All dead
All slaughtered
And standing amidst that sea of corpses was the tiger
The demon tiger
Its blood-soaked eyes stared directly at him.
Gandmaru's knees buckled
Why…
Why did I provoke him…
Regret crashed over him like a tidal wave
If only he had ignored Ram
If only he had walked away
If only pride had not blinded him.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world
The tiger lunged.
Back in reality, Gandmaru suddenly clutched his chest, his eyes widened, A sharp, unbearable pain exploded in his heart.
He gasped for air, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. Blood leaked from the corner of his lips, but Ram had not touched him, Not once, Gandmaru collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently
His heart gave out.
Fear had crushed it completely
Just before life faded from his eyes, Gandmaru let out a weak, broken laugh
A mockery—directed at himself.
Then… silence
Ram stood there, motionless
He looked down at the corpse, confusion briefly flickering through his otherwise empty gaze
He had not attacked
Yet the opponent was dead
A faint glow appeared beside him
+30 Points
Ram narrowed his eyes slightly, thirty points meant only one thing- Gandmaru had already killed two others. Ram felt no satisfaction,No joy, No anger,
Only a quiet understanding.
He turned away
But as he did—
Something far more serious was unfolding across the demonic realm
Elsewhere in the Demonic Realm
Screams echoed through ruined streets, blood flowed through broken alleys, warriors fell one after another, their points stolen, their lives extinguished without mercy.
Two cloaked figures moved like shadows through the chaos, one was massive, his body towering over others, strength overflowing with each movements, his strikes were simple, brutal, and final.
The other was thin, almost fragile-looking, but his movements were precise, surgical. His attacks were silent, deadly, and efficient, wherever they passed, death followed and when the death count in demonic realm reached fifty—
BEEEEEEP
A shrill alarm rang throughout the demonic realm
Every surviving participant froze
A voice echoed from the sky
Calm
Cold
Absolute
"Now… let us begin the game of slaughter."
Rudra's voice sent chills through every warrior's spine, The real trial—Had just begun