Evolution of the Ruined Heir

“What do you mean?” Whiteshade asked coldly.

“We increase the stakes,” Malakai repeated. “To make it interesting, I’ll bet my life… and the money we just won.”

‘NOOOOOOO!’ Rhett screamed internally. But there was nothing he could do, unless he wanted to blow Malakai’s cover.

Whiteshade stared at Malakai in silence for a moment.

“And what do you want in return?”

“Your cane. That’s all I want.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone could feel it… the rage pouring off Whiteshade.

Malakai had bet his life and money… for a cane?

There was no doubt about it, he was looking down on Whiteshade.

The crowd soon went silent as everyone awaited Whiteshade’s response. Many were already subtly betting at the side, claiming there was just no way this street rat was walking out of here alive, not after the hornet’s nest he had stirred.

“I’ll choose the game.”

At Whiteshade’s words, many gazes widened. That was the last thing they were expecting. Most had anticipated instant execution, one of his guards stepping forward to sever the boy’s head and make an example out of him.

Still, from his voice, it seemed Whiteshade meant what he said.

“As long as we all have equal strengths,” Malakai calmly said.

‘It’s better this way.’ Whiteshade thought to himself.

He sent a glance over to Rhett by his side. The captain was watching the events calmly, saying nothing.

‘I can get the lost money back.’

A Bloom, waste or not, wasn’t someone Whiteshade was looking to cross. Right now, he wasn’t high enough in his family to have a Bloom as a guard.

And even if he did, all his years of work were rooted inside the underground den. He wasn’t ready to burn it all down over a fight.

‘He’ll respect the bet.’

It was a trait Rhett had. A waste, but still surprisingly fair when it came to gambling. When he lost, he gritted his teeth and accepted it.

And when he won, he looked like not even the world could stop him from collecting.

Whiteshade didn’t care what sort of deal Rhett had made with the street rat. But he would use the kid’s overconfidence for his gain.

He simply nodded to Malakai’s terms and gestured to one of his guards, whispering his orders.

Rhett heard them all, but he didn’t say anything. He sighed. Just what the hell was his money maker planning?

Soon enough, Whiteshade’s orders reached the announcer, and he instantly cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the dazed crowd.

Many were still reeling from their loss. Others in disbelief at the way a street rat had spoken to Whiteshade.

“Alright, listen up!” the announcer’s voice boomed, and eyes turned to him. “I have good news! A chance for you to witness something great, and also regain your lost money. Who’s in!?”

The crowd was startled for a second, then burst into roars.

“Yesssss!”

“Let’s gooo!”

The announcer smiled.

‘What a devil kid.’ He sent a glance towards Malakai, who hadn’t moved even a single spot since. Gorath’s unconscious body lay at his feet.

‘Seventy five thousand points.’ He gritted his teeth. He had bet seventy five thousand out of his hundred thousand savings against Malakai and lost it. He was pissed, but he held it in.

‘I can make it back in this game.’

He had received Whiteshade’s order for a new game, and he knew just how impossible it was for Malakai to win. He would make back his loss.

He straightened his suit and regained his composure.

“Good, good! I love the energy!” the announcer said. “Now, the next battle is going to be… a battle royale!”

He allowed the crowd’s roar to settle before continuing.

“Bring in the contenders!”

As he said this, multiple metal doors slid open, and figures walked onto the stage from all directions.

‘About thirty,’ Malakai calmly thought, inching slowly and carefully toward the edge of the arena. The last thing he wanted was unknown attacks raining down from multiple directions.

From here, he could get a better view of his opponents.

The first thing he did was confirm that regulators were on each one. When he did, his eyes roamed around, taking in the gathered people.

They were of all shapes and sizes, large, ripped, chubby, small. All had watched the previous battle, and all eyes were on him.

‘He’s here too.m

The man who had confronted him before he came onto the stage. His eyes were still cold, killing intent bleeding from them.

‘He’s trying to get close.’ Malakai could see the ripped man subtly inching forward. No doubt he wanted to be the first to attack when the signal was given.

Malakai tore his cold gaze away and focused on the announcer, who had continued speaking.

“The rules for this royal rumble are simple!” the announcer said. “When the signal is given, you all fight until there is one left standing on the arena. Once you’re thrown off the arena, you’re out, whether you’re still capable of fighting or not. Any questions?” he asked the contenders, and nodded when he received none.

“Now, before we begin, our honorable Whiteshade himself would like to address you all.”

People sent confused glances toward Whiteshade, wondering what he planned on saying.

Whiteshade stepped forward with his cane. “In the spirit of today’s games, I would like to spice things up a bit. This, of course, is not part of the rules. You’re all required to play a fair game, no cheating.”

He then turned sharply toward Malakai.

“I will offer a sum of thirty thousand credits to whoever takes him down.”

The people followed Whiteshade’s gaze until it landed on Malakai. There was a palpable silence in the room. Then, a chill.

Every single warrior on the arena turned toward Malakai, gazes cold.

Thirty thousand credits… that was a lot of money.

Malakai felt his skin crawl. The people stared at him as though he were prey, but he met each cold stare with one of his own. His back was straight. His body ready for battle.

He had faced an army of death and survived. If they came for him, he would make them regret it.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready!?”

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