SS Awakening: My Monster Merging System!

After Arthur’s voice announcing the final result echoed throughout the entire Central Arena, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted at this very moment. Countless Human spectators simultaneously rose from their seats, raised both arms high, and shouted Zich’s name. The deafening waves of cheers spread toward the sky above the arena, even causing the energy barrier covering the battlefield to tremble slightly.

This was the Nullborn Race’s first defeat in this Chosen Tournament.

It was also Humanity’s first proof.

That those monsters shrouded beneath black robes Were not invincible.

At the center of the battlefield.

Zich remained kneeling on one knee upon the ground. Every breath from his violently heaving chest tugged at the wound across his chest, causing fresh blood to drip into the grind..

Even though his body had reached the very limits of exhaustion, he still forced himself not to collapse, because he could feel that what was gathered upon him at this moment was not merely the gaze of the entire arena, but the hope that had been reignited throughout all of Humanity.

Slimy dragged its round body as it hopped to his side. Its once plump body had obviously shrunk by an entire circle, yet it still struggled to raise its head and let out a weak but excited cry.

"Bo..."

Zich lowered his head to look at it, and a faint smile finally appeared upon his pale face.

"You worked hard."

Not far away, Blood Leech also struggled to crawl out from beneath the shattered ground. Its slender body had become slightly swollen after absorbing an excessive amount of energy, while the Skeleton Warriors that had long since been shattered during the battle were now reduced to scattered bones and had returned to the graveyard.

This battle Had never been Zich’s victory alone.

It was precisely these summons, whom the vast majority of spectators considered so weak that they were almost not worth mentioning, that had used sacrifice and coordination that helped Zich defeat invisible nullborn player.

On the commentator’s platform.

Mithrash still could not calm himself. The hand gripping the amplification crystal trembled slightly, while his voice had already become hoarse from shouting for so long. Yet he still spoke excitedly at a volume that almost echoed throughout the entire First Layer.

"Everyone, please remember this moment!"

"Today, right here within this Central Arena, a sixteen-year-old boy from Humanity relied upon his own judgment, courage, and the flawless coordination between himself and his summons to defeat the previously undefeated Nullborn Race head-on!"

"He did not rely upon luck, nor upon mistakes from his opponent. Instead, even after being continuously suppressed, knocked down, and nearly losing the ability to fight, he still completed the final counterattack!"

Count Dragon was not as emotional as Mithrash. He simply stood up and looked toward Zich standing at the center of the battlefield with a complicated expression before speaking in a deep voice.

"What is truly terrifying is not his strength. It is the fact that there are so much he didn’t reveal in this fight but yet still came out untop!"

Within the contestant area Helen loosened her grip on the staff she had been clutching tightly ever since the battle began, only then realizing that several faint red marks had already been left upon her palm from gripping it too hard. But she paid them no attention, merely gazing at the figure in the center of the battlefield who could barely remain standing as a heartfelt smile appeared upon her face.

Jayden ssaid nothing, a part of him already knows the white haired kid would pull off a miracles that was something he was very fund if doing after all.

Lucien the sun socere applauded softly, genuinely impressed by the fight and the way he looked at Zich became even more different.

Brakka, meanwhile, suddenly slammed a fist against the armrest of his seat before breaking into loud laughter.

"It seems ill travel to the first shelter after this competing is over! Have finally found some gold worthy to be my friend!"

Within Humanity’s VIP box area

Arnold leaned back against his seat. The expression that had remained tense for so long finally relaxed, and the corners of his mouth even lifted into a smile, because only he truly understood just how much confidence, which had been on the verge of collapse, Zich’s battle today had restored to Humanity.

Arthur remained seated in the very center. His expression appeared no different from before, yet within those deep, tranquil eyes, unmistakable appreciation surfaced for the first time.

Although no words were spoken, From this moment onward, the name Zich had truly entered the sight of Humanity’s highest ranks.

Meanwhile, within the most luxurious VIP box.

The silver-haired woman still stood before the crystal floor-to-ceiling window. An unprecedented interest flickered within her pale golden eyes. Compared to Zich’s victory itself, what interested her even more was the composure he had displayed by continuously adjusting his tactics even while standing on the brink of defeat.

The maid behind her hesitated for a moment.

"Your Highness, you said you had found the right person. Could it be that you intend to..."

The silver-haired woman did not answer. She merely gently raised a finger, signaling for silence.

"It is still too early Let’s first see just how far he can go."

Inside the arena.

The medical personnel finally rushed onto the battlefield.

Zich originally wanted to stand up using his own strength, but the moment his tightly stretched mind finally relaxed, the injuries and exhaustion accumulated throughout his body surged over him like a tidal wave. His vision rapidly became blurry, and his body uncontrollably pitched forward.

Just before losing consciousness, He vaguely heard the entire Central Arena still calling out his name.

"Zich!"

"Zich!"

"Zich!"

Those voices spread from the arena to the real world, then from countless viewing centers throughout every city and settlement across the First Layer, as though in only a few short minutes, everyone had remembered that white-haired youth who had used his summons as chess pieces and personally shattered the undefeated myth of the Nullborn Race.

And upon the projection screen high above Zich’s name slowly moved upward Until it finally enteredThe Top Eight, the quarter finals