Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability

Dalvin's eyes narrowed. "Why do you need to bring that up?" he said sharply. "I'm not going to lose. I'm the hero. I'm special." His tone carried a flare of anger, the pride in his voice echoing across the VIP stand.

Kyrion was filled with rage. He tried to activate Life Consume, but no matter how hard he focused, it wouldn't respond. Panic and pain took over. His hand was broken, his body bruised, and Nolan's relentless punches left him gasping.

Crackling lightning began to surge from beneath Kyrion's body, spreading wildly across the arena floor. The ground trembled under the energy's weight.

He stopped, grinning through the agony.

"Well then," Kyrion muttered, his eyes flaring. "Let's see if you can withstand this!"

A massive bolt of lightning burst from him, flashing through the air faster than the human eye could follow. The entire arena lit up in a blinding surge as Kyrion charged straight at Nolan.

But Nolan didn't move. At the very instant Kyrion appeared before him, Nolan caught his arm mid-strike. Without hesitation, Nolan drove his elbow hard into Kyrion's stomach, then twisted his arm upward and slammed him down by the back.

Boom!

Kyrion's body hit the ground, cracking the arena floor. He didn't move again.

Silence. The crowd was frozen, eyes wide in disbelief.

Then a single voice rose.

"He actually defeated Kyrion…" the emissary whispered.

The arena erupted into cheers.

"Master did it! Master did it!" Celia and Linda shouted from the stands, jumping with joy.

The roar of the crowd filled the sky. Nolan stood over his fallen opponent, calm and unshaken.

"The winner is—NOLAN!"

the emissary's voice thundered across the arena.

The crowd exploded into cheers.

"NO-LAN! NO-LAN! NO-LAN!" they chanted, shaking the stands with their voices.

Even the king rose from his seat, clapping with a proud smile. The sound of his applause echoed through the coliseum like approval from the heavens.

Kyrion lay unconscious on the cracked floor, his body unmoving. Nolan glanced at him calmly, his expression unreadable.

"He doesn't take defeat well," Nolan thought, turning away. "There's a chance he might try something stupid later tonight… but if he does, that'll be a mistake he'll regret."

He looked down at his own hands—scarred, trembling slightly from the battle's energy. Then he let out a slow breath and smiled faintly.

"It's over."

The chants grew louder as Nolan turned and walked out of the arena, the dust of the battlefield rising behind him. Every step he took was met with thunderous applause.

When he reached the stand, several disqualified participants came forward, smiling and offering handshakes.

"Good fight, Nolan!"

"You're incredible!"

He nodded, returning a few smiles.

Then—

"Master!"

Celia and Linda ran toward him, both jumping into a hug. Their eyes shone with excitement.

"Master, you actually did it!" they said together, almost shouting.

Nolan chuckled lightly. "Yeah. I did."

"So, Master," Celia asked eagerly, "does this mean you're going to fight Luthar next?"

Nolan's expression turned serious, but there was a spark of anticipation in his eyes.

"Well," he said, glancing toward the royal platform, "I haven't actually seen his face yet. But now… I'm about to."

Celia and Linda exchanged excited looks as Nolan began walking back to their seats. The three of them sat down together in the stand, the arena still roaring with cheers.

Everyone knew—

The next battle would decide everything.

That was an extraordinary battle. Wow! No, this was stunning, y'all," the emissary said, his voice echoing through the arena.

The crowd erupted into applause.

"Don't forget," the emissary continued, "there's one hundred million gold coins at stake! If Nolan wins this final match, all of that belongs to him!"

The cheers grew louder, filling the arena with wild excitement.

Nolan turned, looking back at the arena floor. Kyrion was still unconscious. Two healers rushed in to lift him away. His mouth hung open, his eyes rolled back — completely out cold.

Then Nolan felt it.

A sudden, sharp stare — heavy, cold, filled with power. A presence that sent a pulse down his spine. Someone strong was watching him. Someone dangerous.

He looked around carefully, scanning the audience.

"Where did that come from?" he thought. "That killing intent… it's not aimed to kill me. It's a warning. Someone up high — maybe the king… or the hero."

His eyes narrowed toward the royal stand.

Nolan stretched his hand slightly, whispering, "Zuru."

A tiny, glowing boar appeared in his palm. Nolan smiled faintly and rubbed its small head. "Hey, buddy. There's someone dangerous here. Go scout the royal stand. If you find something bad… come back and tell me."

Zuru chirped softly. Then its body shimmered, shrinking down and fading from sight — completely invisible.

Nolan lowered his hand and exhaled slowly, his eyes still fixed on the royal seats.

"Let's see what's really going on here," he muttered.

Something doesn't feel right.

Nolan's eyes narrowed as he looked toward the royal stands. Something's off… I can't tell what it is, but I hope it's not what I think is about to happen.

He exhaled slowly. Zuru's strong, but if whoever that was decides to attack him… His thoughts trailed off. He clenched his fist slightly. If it's someone that powerful, Zuru will have no choice but to reveal his true form. His real size isn't small — it's massive. He could shake the ground just by standing on it.

Nolan's jaw tightened. "But if that person kills him…" he muttered. Even then, Zuru can still reverse time — but only for himself. He'd come back, but it would take a toll.

He looked up again, feeling the invisible pressure from above. "I could go find out who it is," he said quietly, "but I know what they want. They want the final match to begin."

He straightened his back, eyes locked on the empty arena ahead. "Fine," he whispered. "If that's what they want, then let it begin."

Are you all ready?!

The emissary's voice thundered across the arena.

"Yes!!!" the crowd roared back, shaking the entire coliseum with excitement.

"Well then," the emissary continued, his tone rising with dramatic flair, "Nolan has just finished fighting Kairon — he's exhausted, yet he will still face the Empire's champion! Now, Luthor, the Champion of the Empire, make your way to greet the audience in the royal stand!"

A deafening cheer followed as a massive figure appeared at the top of the arena. Luthor — towering, broad-shouldered, and radiating an aura of power — walked confidently into the royal stand. He bowed before the king, the hero, and Prince Alaric, then turned to the audience and raised one powerful hand. The crowd erupted in admiration.

He smiled faintly, his eyes narrowing as they drifted toward the arena below. So this is the so-called hero? he thought. I can tell — he has potential. But that's all.

His smile twisted. Kairon… what a disappointment. After I gave you that forbidden spell — Life Consume — you still managed to lose to that nobody. I wasted my time strengthening weaklings. And now that boy, Nolan, humiliated you.

His fingers curled into a loose fist. Well, it doesn't matter. When I kill Nolan, no one will dare say a word. I am the Empire's Champion — above reproach. And when I win, the hero himself will join my court. The Champion always gets the right to choose his party. I'll make him kneel before me.

Luthor waved at the crowd, his arrogant grin stretching wider, before turning and descending toward the back of the arena.

The emissary raised his voice again. "Now, Nolan! Luthor is waiting for you. Please make your way to the back of the arena!"

Nolan stood slowly, his calm eyes fixed on the gates ahead. "Well," he said softly, "looks like it's my turn."

He sheathed his sword and slung it across his back.

"Master, wait — you're not going to use your sword?" Cynthia asked, concern in her voice.

Nolan chuckled quietly. "Whether I use it or not… the outcome won't change."

He looked toward the corridor leading to the battlefield, a faint smirk on his lips. "Besides, I've got some questions for him — about his wife, Cynthia, the one he abandoned… and why he's still clinging to the royal court. He'll have plenty of time to talk—after he's felt enough pain."

With that, Nolan turned and walked out, the crowd's cheers echoing behind him as the air in the arena thickened with anticipation.

"Wow! Nolan and Lothar are finally fighting," Ron said, his eyes wide with excitement as the arena trembled from the crowd's cheers.

"Yeah," another voice replied beside him, "Lothar's the only one I think who can actually defeat Nolan. He's not just strong — he's the Champion of the Empire."

Ron nodded quickly. "And did you forget? He can even transform into a werewolf. That's insane!"

Luthar previous victories flashed through the minds of everyone in the stands. His last fight had been nothing short of legendary — brutal, fast, and unforgettable. The crowd buzzed with energy, the anticipation almost unbearable.