Calamity Crown

The white invitation card, scarlet blood, lay flat on the table full of filth.

Goethe frowned.

He looked around.

Through the roof with skylights, he was able to confirm that the night was clear and clear, and the pile of cardboard, newspapers and plastic bottles in the corner formed a 'nest' - it should be his.

Although I don't want to admit it.

But 'the taste is similar'.

Goethe could clearly smell that the smell on him was the same as that in that corner.

"Am I a trash guy again?"

Goethe thought, and raised his hand to pick up the invitation.

Immediately, words continued to emerge in rows——

[Background: The bustling city, full of traffic, has both life and survival! When life turns into survival, some not-so-good things happen. In order to avoid such a situation, some secret agreements begin to appear, which are hidden in places invisible to ordinary people, but affect all aspects...]

[Main task: Boxer who lost his identity, you need to be recognized again (recognition rate 0%)]

[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will be automatically restored when leaving the secret realm]

(Note 1: When you complete the main task, you will leave the 'secret realm' safely)

(Note 2: When you cannot complete the main task within three months, you will lose a quarter of your flesh and blood before you can leave the 'secret realm')

...

"Boxer?"

Goethe muttered to himself.

Then, simple memories start to emerge.

He is a boxer.

Or to be precise, was once a boxer.

Because of a loss in a boxing match, "he" was directly given up by the endorsement company that lost a lot of money, depressed, "he" wanted to use the money he usually saved to open a boxing gym to live, but he didn't expect However, on the first day of opening the boxing gym, an explosion occurred in the boxing gym. Except for "him", all relatives and friends were killed in the explosion.

And the reason why 'he' left the boxing gym was only because he saw a speeding car approaching the door and was about to hit a child.

Instinctively, 'he' rushed out and saved the child.

Then, there was the explosion.

'He' looked at the ruined boxing gym and the raging flames, and his whole body collapsed.

"Is this the boxing gym after the explosion?"

Goethe, who accepted the simple memory, quickly recognized it.

In the end, his eyes fell on the invitation.

On the front of the invitation was written the entry ticket for the '10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament (Qualifier)', and on the back was the entry time, location, and markings.

Time: March 20 (all day).

Location: Chengdong Amusement Park.

(Note: Qualifiers are required to enter with the admission ticket, the admission ticket is anonymous)

Goethe frowned.

In the memory of 'him', there was no such invitation when he fell asleep before, did someone put it in after 'he' fell asleep?

The text on the invitation made Goethe wary.

The stained blood made Goethe even more vigilant.

In particular, the word "unnamed" made Goethe narrow his eyes slightly, and he almost instinctively thought of memory fragments such as "loss in a boxing match", "a large sum of money", "explosion", and "survival by accident".

Some not-so-good guesses instantly appeared in Goethe's mind.

Tread Tread!

A burst of undisguised footsteps appeared outside the door, and Goethe looked at it.

next moment--

boom!

The door was kicked open.

A burly man in a sports vest walked in.

The other party is more than 1.9 meters tall, with a shaved head, and his exposed arms are muscular. When he saw the ticket for the '10th Unlimited Fighting Competition (Qualifier)' held in Goethe's hand, he immediately showed a grinning.

"Hand over your ticket."

"Or I'll break your bones!"

The other party said such words and raised his hand towards Goethe's neck. The wide palm was full of strength, and even a wine bottle could be easily crushed by the other party.

but……

too slow.

boom!

Goethe kicked beyond instinct.

The strong man's hands froze in mid-air, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the opponent's face.

then--

"Ahhh!"

The shrill screams echoed Goethe's familiar sharpness, and the other party also presented a posture that Goethe was very familiar with. Without any hesitation, Goethe raised his hand and punched the other party's chin.

The screams stopped abruptly, and the opponent whose trigeminal nerve was severely injured passed out immediately.

However, the attacks did not stop.

Someone else appeared outside the door.

The same stature is tall, the same breath is sturdy.

Looking at the strong man who fell to the ground, vigilance appeared in the eyes of the two people outside the door.

However, the two did not retreat.

They walked into the house cautiously, surrounded Goethe with horns from left to right.

"Drink!"

The attacker standing on Goethe's left let out a low shout, and slashed at Goethe's neck with his right hand. The attacker on the right responded immediately, raising his foot and stepping on Goethe's knee.

Obviously, the two cooperated more than once.

The timing is quite good.

However, in the eyes of Goethe, this cooperation is still full of flaws.

It's still too slow.

Goethe easily turned behind the attacker on the right who raised his leg, and kicked at the opponent's ass.

The huge force directly kicked the other party away, and even made the other party knock down his companion to the ground.

Before they got up, Goethe raised his hand and knocked one of them out, and put the [Shadow Serpent Dagger] on the throat of the other one.

The struggling opponent immediately stopped moving.

"Do you have any money?"

Goethe asked.

The assailant whose throat was blocked by [Shadow Snake Dagger] obviously did not expect Goethe to ask this question. The other party originally thought that Goethe would ask him how he knew the whereabouts of the ticket.

Unexpected questions did not prevent the other party from answering.

"Yes, yes!"

"It's in the trouser pocket!"

"This is life money!"

Snapped!

After speaking, Goethe raised his hand and knocked the opponent out.

After quickly cleaning the battlefield and getting three wallets, Goethe turned and left.

Why don't you ask the other party why he knows that the ticket is with him?

The answer is obvious.

There is no need to ask.

It's just that he used to endorse the company's backhand.

Moreover, it is far more than these three people.

In the field of vision of [Spirit of the Blood Raven], more people with strong bodies and strong breaths are approaching here.

...

'Smart Real Estate', top tier.

"waste!"

"A bunch of trash!"

"Even a fool can't figure it out!"

The boss of 'Smart Real Estate' was holding the phone and yelling.

Snapped!

He dropped the phone heavily to the ground.

The secretary in a black silk skirt with a hip wrap carefully picked up the phone and put it on the table.

The boss of 'Smart Real Estate' raised his hand and slapped his secretary to the ground.

"Now I'm very angry."

Said the boss of 'Smart Real Estate'.

The secretary crawled over immediately.

two minutes later...

The secretary walked to the bathroom in the president's office.

The boss of 'Smart Real Estate' slumped in his chair and picked up the phone again.

"Let Darwell come to me."

After speaking, the boss casually threw the phone on the table again.

He's been in a bad mood lately.

The failure of that idiot before not only cost him a large sum of money, but also made him lose a chance to make progress—that bastard, he clearly told him that he must lose!

In the end, he dared to win!

After getting this result, he fired the opponent without hesitation.

He doesn't need a disobedient boxer.

It will not let a boxer who does not listen to him live.

However, what he didn't expect was that the fool's luck turned out to be good.

In order to save a child, he was not killed by the bomb.

It annoyed him.

Then, the new boxer Darwell gave him a more relieved idea.

Tickets for the 10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament (Qualifier)!

An entry ticket that attracts countless bosses and fighters.

Compared with this, the boxing matches he participated in before are not worth mentioning.

Therefore, without hesitation, he bought an admission ticket on the black market!

Not just as bait.

And because his new fighter, Darwell, is guaranteed to pass the preliminaries!

"Pass the preliminaries and enter the official competition. As long as you operate properly, not only can you get back the money you lost before, but you can also make a lot of money!"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the face of the boss of 'Smart Real Estate'.

Especially when seeing Darwell, such a smile is even brighter.

Compared with the idiot he hired before, Darwell in front of him is not only stronger, but also more obedient.

Especially the latter.

To his great satisfaction.

"Those guys failed and let that idiot run away."

"I will use my relationship to find him."

"Then……"

"Kill him."

The boss of 'Wise Real Estate' ordered.

"Understood, boss."

Darwell replied.

This is a tall, thin man in a bright green sportswear. He has a dark face and thick hair. There are thick calluses on the exposed palms, making the opponent's hands look wider and thicker than ordinary people.

"Do you need me to greet him in particular?"

Darwell continued to ask.

The boss of 'Smart Real Estate' immediately laughed.

You see, why he admires the current fighters more is this attitude of considering him.

"Not too special, but I want him to be miserable."

"Anyway, he holds the admission ticket. During the competition, any fight over the admission ticket is allowed."

The owner of Wise Real Estate laughed.

Darwell laughed too.

The former is proud.

The latter grinned grimly.

Likewise, Goethe laughed too.

"So it was allowed!"

Saying such words, Goethe stepped out from the shadow on one side.

Looking at Goethe who came out and rushed towards here, Dawell immediately opened his posture with a vigilant expression, and he was ready to meet Goethe's stormy offensive.

And he had already planned in his mind how to defend, how to counterattack while Goethe was resting, and killed him with one blow.

Darwell thought clearly and thoroughly.

He even thought of the boss's compliment.

However, contrary to Darwell's expectations, Goethe passed him by.

Under Darwell's shocked gaze, Goethe raised his kick and kicked the back of the swivel chair of the owner of 'Smart Real Estate'.

boom!

The huge force made the opponent rush straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind him.

"Save me! Save me!"

The other party burst into tears.

But it doesn't help.

Snapped!

After a muffled sound, the other party smashed the glass and rushed out.

Then, from the 33rd floor, free fall.

"Ahhhhhh—"

boom!

After the heavy object fell to the ground, there was an instant silence.

Only Goethe chuckled.

And Darwell's roar.

"Kill you!"

With such a roar, Darwell rushed to Goethe and punched him.

Woo!

In the dull fist wind, Darwell's face was ferocious.

The other party actually killed his boss in front of him!

It's over!

Not only did he lose the opportunity to obtain huge wealth!

Moreover, once word spreads, no boss will hire him again!

Goethe must be killed!

Pretend the scene!

Shirk all responsibility!

Darwell, who had thought of everything in an instant, was even more merciless with his fists, pushing harder.

He's going to kill Goethe with one punch!

Then……

This fist was firmly held by Goethe in his palm.

Darwell was stunned.

Goethe smiled at the other party, and while shaking his arm vigorously, he said softly——

"Go!"