White Online

Chapter 601 The End of the First Round (2)

'How could you let him throw us like that?!' Silvercloud's scream echoed.

Isaac grabbed the two pistols, and slipped them into their holsters. He didn't reply to the pistols shouting. After snatching the sniper rifle from the bed, he strapped it on his back, and accidentally grazed his bulging pocket.

A frown appeared on his forehead as he patted his pocket. There was something unfamiliar there. As he reached into the pocket, he pulled out a mask. It was Simo's white mask!

''Why do I have this?''

The fabric was made of cold-reducing wool. While donning it, it would keep the body warm. It was wholly made of white wool, and there were two eyeholes. It wasn't as cool as Isaac's previous white mask. However, it was scary.

Isaac moved the mask over his head, and slowly slipped his head inside. As he aligned it with his face, his two beautiful silvery eyes peered through the white mask.

''I am now... the White Death.'' After announcing it, the snowflakes stopped falling from the sky. The whole realm froze by the mention of that name.

''Silvernium, may you take me to the Moon City?''

'Yes, boss.'

Isaac pulled out the Silvernium, and pointed it at the empty air. As he pulled the trigger, a muffled sound resounded in the small room. Then, a thin crack appeared in the air.

...

''Haaah... haaah...'' Alice stood in the middle of the arena, stunned. Her opponent lost like that?

After hearing Heimdall's shout, she woke up from her stupor, and heard the deafening shouts from the audience. The screens captured her beautiful, and slightly stunned face.

The arena started shaking, and the volcano arena disappeared. She sheepishly scratched her cheek, and walked towards the wide-open doors. After she left, Heimdall rode to the arena with the beautiful white horse.

''Time for the final match of the First Round!''

The audience quieted down. The Gods, and Goddesses focused their attention on the arena. The room with Artemis, Hecate, and Khione, looked nervous as the screens started shining with two names. Darkside, and Wraith.

''Hmph.'' Hades snorted loudly while sitting on his high-end chair. His right leg crossed over his left, a dueling cane leaning against the chair, and his wife, Persephone, sitting on his right side, leaning against her slender arm.

The atmosphere started to turn tense.

Kalzer, Xerxus, Amour, Noelle, and Cecilia gathered in the audience, and sat in the back row. A few rows down, Queen Diana sat with Darth, and King Jonathan. They all looked nervous, and wondered whether he would show up.

There were a few snarky-looking players who said that Wraith must have run away. After all, he had gotten properly humiliated, and was now on Hades' radar.

''Hey!'' Cecilia perked up her ears after hearing an energetic voice coming from behind. Alice, donning a beautiful priestess dress, jumped over the seats, and sat next to her.

''Yo, good job.'' Amour waved his hand towards her while congratulating for her victory. Next to him, Kalzer, Xerxus, and Noelle also nodded their heads. In their eyes, Alice was another hidden powerhouse.

''Hehe, thanks.'' Alice sheepishly scratched her head.

''Anyway, the atmosphere is tense...'' Amour turned his gaze back to the audience. Everyone was too nervous to breathe, or make any audible sound.

''Yes... I wonder if he is coming.'' Kalzer frowned while crossing his arms.

''He is coming.'' Alice said, while looking at the shining star ceiling, ''I know he is...''

''Even if he will...'' Xerxus turned towards the viewing rooms, that stood several dozen meters away from them, ''I don't think he will be able to leave.''

Tap, tap. Alice nervously tapped her finger against the armrest. The nervousness lingered in the air as the doors finally swung open. After a small break. Heimdall returned to announce the upcoming match.

''The 49th match, Wraith Vs. Darkside, begins!''

The two doors swung open.

The audience held their breath.

Darkside slowly trekked into the arena. In the last match, the arena was the ordinary arena. With the cobblestone ground, and no obstacles, it looked like the Colosseum arena.

As everyone turned to the other door, they didn't see any silhouette. Only Darkside was standing in the arena, awkward atmosphere appeared.

''Hah, the coward has run away.'' Hades snorted, his lips curling up.

''Haah...'' Zeus frowned while massaging his forehead, ''I don't know why I even expected something more.''

''Hmm...'' God Shiva turned away from the arena, boredom oozing from his face. However, then he felt a ripple in the air. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at the empty air, 'This strength... it's not coming from any God or Goddess... it's not any legacy figure either. Who is it?!'

Kalzer, and the rest looked disappointed. Alice's eyes widened in shock, and confusion, ''Did something happen to him?''

''Hmm, what do you mean?'' Amour turned to her, and asked.

''H-He would never run away like this!''

''Either way... look at that.'' Xerxus looked slightly angry. The audience started booing, even reaching the Four Seasons. Everyone watching from their homes was extremely disappointed, and a flurry of insults about Wraith swarmed the Internet.

Luna, sitting on her bed while surrounded by her parents, Marshall, and Richard, looked confused, ''Where is he? Are you sure he is alright?''

''I-I am not sure, honey.''

In the Whitelock residence, everyone looked confused. In the servant's quarters, they were expecting their young master to arrive in his match, and were preparing to cheer for him. They loved Isaac, a lot, because he never treated them like they were lesser beings.

However, their young master never came. A thought about him running away appeared for the first time in their lives. But, they shook those thoughts away, and believed there was some reason for his absence!

In the arena, Darkside snorted, and turned away to leave the arena. Heimdall, sitting on the horse's saddle, sighed with disappointment, and put his lips on the horn, preparing to announce the winner.

However, at that moment, a silhouette walked through the open doors, and the atmosphere turned serious. A heavy pressure engulfed the arena, causing even the Gods, and Goddesses to fight against the pressure, before getting crushed to the ground.

The audience didn't feel the heavy pressure, but, they still sweated like pigs.

''Hmm?'' Darkside whipped his head around, and saw a figure, donning an all-white outfit with a white mask. He held a long sniper rifle. Then, a strange image arose in his mind. It was like there was a floating white skull, behind the man, screaming Death!

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