Nameless King

The man with thick black hair slowly opened his eyes as he rose from the bed with a confused look while holding his head with his hand as if hungover.

"Fuck... What a headache... My head is about to explode..." Wain muttered with a frown at the unpleasant pain.

Wain lowered his gaze as he looked down at his body. His torso was bandaged in many places, and some of it was soaked with dried blood.

'Well, it looks like I got hit pretty hard... Prima... She was unexpectedly strong... Damn, I'm still not strong enough to make the Top 10. How was Sven Top-1? Huh, that's fucking crazy, he's definitely a monster.' Wain muttered inwardly with a bizarre smile on his face.

Crackling.

The wooden door opened as a short girl stepped inside. She had red hair, amber eyes, and cat ears, but unlike Fosko or Skyla, part of her body was covered with short, soft fur. She was holding a tray of new bandages, herbs, and several potions.

The girl looked at Wain, then her eyes fell on the table beside him, and goosebumps ran down her body as she trembled.

'Hmm?' Wain raised an eyebrow in a puzzled manner before looking at the table.

There lay his mask, that was all cracked but still intact.

"Ah... I see." Wain nodded as he turned to the girl, "Don't worry. It's okay."

Wain didn't want to reveal his identity, but he was sure that Fosko had long since removed the mask from Teresa, so there was no point in being angry.

"Ugu." The girl whispered, put the tray on the table, and stood next to Wain's bed.

"Mr. Nameless... I need to bandage you... Your wounds are not yet fully healed." The girl spoke in a slightly trembling voice.

"Forget it. I'm not going to sit here anymore, just tell me, how much sleep did I get?" Wain asked, got out of bed, and threw on his coat.

"Three days... Miss Skyla said you'd wake up in a week or ten days at best... Are you sure you're okay?" The girl asked while examining Wain's torso.

"Huh, ten days? Is she kidding me? I can't sleep that long, I have a lot to do!" Wain grinned as he headed for the exit.

The girl wanted to stop him, but Wain had already slammed the door when she wanted to say something.

'Hey, are you always so indifferent to nice girls? You could take great advantage of being hurt.' Gladius uttered in a mocking voice.

'Huh, I'm not sure I'm ready to see a naked Beastfolk girl. Besides, I am, after all, in a relationship right now.' Wain grinned, ripped off all the bandages with dropped them on the ground in a careless manner.

Some of the wounds were still bleeding, but Wain drank a couple of potions, so the bleeding immediately stopped as the regeneration accelerated.

Wain headed toward Skyla's office, and when he opened the door, a stream of smoke erupted on him again.

"I told you not to bother me! I'm busy!" Skyla exclaimed with a disgruntled look, but a second later, her eyes widened, "Nameless...? Are you awake yet?"

"Of course I am." Wain said with a confident smile on his face as he stepped inside.

"Your... Mask..." Skyla muttered.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Three days was enough time for you and Fosko to learn everything there is to know about my friend and me, right?" Wain uttered, sitting down on the couch and putting one foot on the other.

Skyla was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "That's right. It's nice to meet Wain Norheim."

"Who won?" Wain asked with a serious look.

"Hmm? Don't you know? I thought you'd check it as soon as you woke up. Just look at your status, I don't want to spoil the impression." Skyla waved her hand.

Wain nodded.

[Name: ??? (Nameless)

Chronicle: Fourth

Rating: 97

Money: 21.7 M]

"97... Wait... Why the fuck do, I have so much money...? This is crazy..." Wain muttered while in disbelief.

"Huh, it's pretty sad that your Rating is now so much higher than mine. You do realize that you are now one of the hundred strongest individuals in the Fourth Chronicle, right? In the whole world." Skyla spoke in a calm voice.

"Not really. There are those who aren't interested in Colosseum, and yet they're strong enough to make the Top 100." Wain shook his head.

"Well, anyway, you've proven you're strong. Amazingly strong. About the money, you shouldn't be surprised about that. I've heard that everyone in the Top 100 can get a few million in one fight. The more famous the fighter, the bigger the audience, which means bigger stakes." Skyla shrugged as though it was commonplace.

"That makes sense." Wain nodded as he stared at Skyla, "Where's Fosko? What about Twilight Embers and Prima?"

Skyla exhaled a puff of smoke, knocked the ash off her cigar, and said, "Fosko went with Teresa to Last Light. Twilight Embers and we signed a peace treaty because we decided it would be better for the good of the city for Kane and Lin to stay in charge in their Guild, but now the Green Cats rule the entire eastern district."

"I thought you wanted to kill them." Wain raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah... But after the fight, I calmed down and realized it was stupid. I'm not just a fighter, I'm the head of the Guild, so I have to think beyond my desires, politics, and all that shit you can't get rid of." Skyla muttered in an annoyed manner as she clamped her cigarette between her teeth.

Skyla continued, "Prima... She's in very serious condition, what you did to her is a nightmare."

"Is she going to die?" Wain asked.

"No. Perhaps if it were a member of another race, a coffin could be prepared by now, but she is a Construct, so she will recover soon, though she will need much more time than you." Skyla uttered while looking at the cloud of smoke.

"Good. That's enough. Now let's move on to our agreement." Wain said with a serious look, "I need a blacksmith."