Chaos Point System: I Summon the Supreme Sword Demon

''It turned out that the kinda woman you like was an ugly one. What kinda taste do her lips have? Guess… smell of rotten meat.''

Phyllis scoffed, remembering Alaric's terrible actions when he kissed Dana. For her, that was the most terrible thing she had ever seen. She was even about to vomit at that moment… Indeed, even though she had been through many life-and-death fights, even witnessed scenes of bodies being chopped open and torn apart, just one kiss from Dana made her vomit.

Surely, the Curse of the Sun God should never be underrated.

Alaric lifted his eyelids and just shrugged, refusing to respond. To be honest, if he had to say it, he really wanted to do it again… the moment his lips had touched her sweet, soft lips was something he could never forget… If only he had pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth… it would've been the greatest moment of his entire life.

For some reason, he was genuinely grateful for the Blessing of the Nameless God and the Curse of the Sun God. Because of them, he could do something he'd never have dared try without getting nothing but scolding and fury from everyone around.

Yeah… the feeling of a virgin after kissing the most beautiful girl in the world.

Phyllis frowned slightly as seeing Alaric's euphoric and happy face even after her mocking and then said,

''You seem so confident. I hope you'll still feel that way after I beat you.''

A professor standing nearby glanced at them for a moment and said,

''Alright! Let's listen carefully. I'll explain the rules of the match.''

''Since this match is meant for learning and interaction, any actions of killing or harming the body are strictly forbidden.''

''I'll interfere if anyone overacts.''

The professor glanced at both students again and asked,

''Understand?''

Seeing no immediate response, he quickly moved out of the arena, and an explosion of cheers and screams from all the students rang out throughout the place.

''What do you think? Who'll win? Phyllis, child of the Shadow God… or… uh, what's his name? Never mind… the slave of the Nameless God?'' a student asked excitedly.

Another student giggled, his tone full of mockery at the slave.

''Obviously, Phyllis will win… After all, she's the child of a legendary clan. She's been trained strictly since childhood, so there's no reason for her to fail. Plus, she's already gained the reward of the Shadow God. A summoned creature has transcendent potential.''

A girl student nodded and said,

''You're right, but you seem to have forgotten one thing: That slave already has transcendent potential.''

''That's true, so this match is unpredictable,'' a student added with amusement. A match that no one could predict would be so exciting.

Countless gossip discussions debated the chances of the slave and Phyllis winning, but most shared the same mindset: the slave would never win… he had no chance at all.

Somewhere, two students were sitting in the first row of the arena: a scar-faced young man and a red-haired young man.

The red-haired young man, Slater Alvarez, child of the Shadow God, looked down at the center of the arena. A few seconds later, he said in a gentle tone, hiding the deep euphoria beneath it,

''How do you feel about it? Who will win?''

The scar-faced young man, Sydney Doyle, child of the Sun God, scowled slightly and let out a long breath.

''Logically and theoretically, Phyllis should win… but my blessing gives me a different vision.''

''Phyllis will definitely lose… this feeling of illogicality disgusts me… and that slave represents illogicality and impossibility… He's exactly the kind of person I hate the most.''

Slater smiled and said,

''That's right… I feel the same. I know how strong Curry and Morris are. I've never defeated them in a duel… but their fate will be the brink for that slave to stand… How ironic.''

Sydney grimaced as he sensed an unknown hand was choking his butts, he quickly pulled Slater's hand away from his butt, and warned with irritation,

''I told you… don't touch me again. I hate illogicality… and, of course, your shitty gender is on my list. I'm only following you to survive. You're just one of my best options—if you dare cross the line, you'll regret it.''

Slater withdrew his hand and slowly nodded politely. But behind that gentle face were twisted and perverted traits of his personality.

''I'll note your warning,'' he said.

***

"Look at that! The summon of the Leonard Clan."

"Finally, I can see it. It's super cool."

Everyone turned their thrilled eyes toward Phyllis's summoned creature.

It was a stone knight—but in the next moment, through the gaps in its stone armor, shadows began to overflow, blanketing the knight's hulking form. At this moment, maybe it couldn't be called a stone knight anymore—it was a shadow knight.

Its dark eyes opened, glimmering ghostly, and its weapon quickly formed from the shadow itself: a battle axe and a spiky shield.

Phyllis looked at her summon proudly, as if no summon in the whole world could compare to it.

Meanwhile, Alaric's summon appeared humble and modest. Compared to the shadow knight, Khaled looked like a tiny, inferior slave. Well, Alaric couldn't help but accept the truth… Just looking at Khaled's rusted, ruined armor, combined with the remaining chains on his limbs, no one could imagine Khaled might be actually an awesome fighter.

Then laughter started echoing somewhere in the arena rows—but it came only from the students who lacked the sharpness and experience to truly recognize power, judging everything by appearances.

Sure, just the professors or a few special individuals of the stupid students just might see what dangerous and dead Alairc's summon was.

Indeed, what made the professor fear Alaric's summon was Khaled's unknown aura… the aura of an ancient fighter who had bathed in countless rivers of blood in battle.

Plus, something mysterious that they could never understand… Well, sometimes, what humans fear the most is what they don't know.

Khaled slowly lifted his eyes, looking around with soulless intensity, and stopped when he saw his opponent.

"Order?"