From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

"How is that, Proctor?" the man, identified as Jui-Lao, inquired, casting a glance over his shoulder at a figure clad in silver suit armor that clung to his form, his short, buzz-cut black hair lending him a decidedly professional demeanor.

"You did as good as expected, Jui-Lao, though I'm sure you could destroy even more once you really get your blood pumping," the Proctor commented, his tone indicating a mix of approval and anticipation for greater destruction.

Jui-Lao, acknowledging the feedback with a nod, wiped the sweat from his brow. "That is true. Our blood heritage does forge us better as the fights draw on. I hope I did—" His words trailed off as he sensed an intense gaze upon him.

Turning around, Jui-Lao's eyes met those of a young man standing about 6 feet tall, looking down at him with an intensity that cut through the distance between them.

"What are you staring at, BOY!" Jui-Lao snapped

Ty watched, the sharp words from Jui-Lao ringing in his ears, as his fairy peeked out, ready to interject. Gently placing his hand over her, he urged silence with a soft touch.

Taking a deep breath, Ty tilted his head and closed his eyes for a brief moment, steeling himself with the thought, anything to progress.

Opening his eyes, the red hue replaced the soft blue, a stark contrast to his calm demeanor moments before. Locking his gaze on the man 30 feet away, Ty declared, "I'm just looking at the fodder competition. I will enjoy ripping you limb from limb."

"And who do you think you are to talk down to me like I'm some worm in your path?" Jui-Lao challenged, his posture tensing in anticipation of Ty's response.

The man's smirk widened at Ty's bold words. "You should be quivering in your boots, orange vest... Wait, I see you're the Demon brat who showed up out of the blue. You reek of arrogance and think you're entitled to some greatness because of that pitiful demon blood inside of you."

"The sooner you die, the sooner things get better,"

"Once I alone win this Arena of Life, I shall be granted ultimate power and ascend further. You and everyone else are nothing but stepping stones," Jui-Lao boasted, his ambition unveiled in the declaration of his expected triumph.

Ty, unphased by the bravado, chuckled. "Now, tell me about the pot calling the kettle black. I would love to sit and chat with you all day... Mr. Hair Dye, but I imagine we are on a timetable, right?" His gaze shifted to Lt Daemon, seeking confirmation.

"That's correct. Please keep the banter to a minimum," Lt Daemon advised, just as Ty's attention was drawn to a floating camera slowly monitoring and recording the exchange.

"I see. That makes sense, to show off what we can do," Ty mused aloud, understanding the purpose behind their orchestrated interaction.

"The name is Yun-Jin of the ultimate warrior race of Titanis! You'd do best to remember that name when I come for your head first, demon brat," Jui-Lao, now identified as Yun-Jin, declared with a final glare before walking past Ty.

As Yun-Jin departed, Ty's attention was caught by a short man standing at the corner of the door. No taller than 4'5", the man possessed a thick mustache and thick eyebrows, along with a slight hunch that seemed to speak of years bearing unseen burdens. "Good job, young boy. Let's get you back to training and some lunch," he said, a hint of encouragement in his voice.

Ty observed as the man walked out, noting the blue vest he wore and the badge marked #6.

"So, he's not a prisoner. Ultimate race, Titanis? Yeah, I must be in the realm of titans... or should I call it a universe?" Ty pondered, his mind swirling with the implications of his surroundings and the identities of those around him. Read new chapters at M V L

The man who had been standing next to Yun-Jin stepped forward, pulling Ty's attention back to the immediate task. "Please step forward so I can run you through the test you will be conducting."

"lt Daemon just watching the conversation making sure to keep himself separated walked up to Ty and undid his cuffs."

"First will be a 3-mile run, which is from this starting point all the way down to the end of that field and back here." Ty watched in amazement as the field regenerated before his eyes, transforming into a flat landscape where grass slowly intertwined with a sturdy surface of dirt, readying itself for the challenge.

"Once you finish this, we will evaluate your skills and rank them based on your combat prowess. Finally, you will perform one massive attack as if it were the final attack you ever released. Do you have any questions?"

Ty, recalling the display of power he'd witnessed upon his arrival, inquired, "Yun-Jin's attack when I walked in—that was him and his ultimate attack, right?"

The man nodded in confirmation. "For the most part, but he could probably do a bit more under the right motivations."

"So, I should change out of these clothes, or will I be running in the only pair I have?" Ty inquired, pondering the practicality of his attire for the task ahead.

The man, unfazed by the query, replied, "You can run naked for all I care, but you only have like 15 minutes till your window slot is finished, and #8 is slotted to come in."

Ty paused, the information not fully syncing in. "But you want me to run 3 miles, right?"

"Yeah, so hurry up and get to it," the man urged, his tone indicating there was no room for delay.

Ty, momentarily lost in thought, reminisced about Earth. "I never really saw anyone running faster times than like 15 minutes, though there was that Bolt guy who had an insane form off the run."

Shaking off the distraction, Ty focused back on the present. "Sure, what's the best time so far?"

The man consulted his clipboard, a flicker of seriousness crossing his face. "Looks like it was posted by the first person at a time of 45 seconds."