Soon, the smoke finally started to clear from the arena.

Breaths of the hunters in the room had hitched for a while, anticipating the result of the last match.

Silas's eyes were also fixated on the arena. He was leaning forward, his hands crossed, and his chin supported under his chin.

The smoke had finally cleared, but some of it was still left. There was only one figure that was standing inside the arena, but it was still difficult to figure out who it was.

The announcer's voice came out loud from the speakers. "Looks like there's only one of them standing, soon we'll get to know who our winner actually is."

Silas sighed as his hand slid to Ragnar's head and he patted him slightly. "Whom do you think won, Ragnar?" He muttered under his breath.

Ragnar looked at Silas as he tapped his thigh and howled slightly.

He got confused as he scratched the back of his neck. "System, I think you have to help me understand what he said."

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[Yes, Host. Let me help the idiot you.]

[Ragnar wants to say that Daniel would have won.]

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A vein on his forehead popped, fists clenched, and he gulped as if he was trying to control his anger. He didn't say anything to the system and just sighed and let himself cool down.

The smoke completely disappeared from the arena, and finally, we saw the one who won the match.

It was Daniel; he was barely holding his body up, and he was using his axe to provide support to his body.

The announcer's voice roared instantly from the speakers. "And our winner of the last qualifiers is Daniel Ashcroft."

Daniel's breaths were ragged, his body was completely drenched in sweat, his hands were trembling slightly, and his gaze was fixated on Sia, who was lying unconscious on the ground in front of his eyes.

Finally, the cold demeanour of his face broke, and a small smile appeared on his face, eyes closed slightly, and the cheeks spread up a bit. "That was a nice one, Sia."

When he said that, he let himself fall onto the ground next to Sia, and the axe fell on his body.

Silas got up from his place and rushed towards the arena. 'I shouldn't do this, but I don't know why my mind is telling me to help these two.'

When he reached them, he lifted Daniel first and put his hand across his shoulder and took him to the room where the hunters were and made him sit on the chair next to Ragnar.

His voice came out low. "Guard him, Ragnar."

Ragnar gave a loud howl as it stood and sat next to Daniel.

Without wasting any second, he turned and made his way to the arena once again and took Sia with him too, and this time around, he had also picked up the weapons of both.

Sia's sword was tucked across his waist, and Daniel's axe was resting on his shoulder. 'That motherfucker... his axe is too heavy.'

When he reached the room of the hunters, he made Sia sit on the seat next to Daniel and stood by them.

His back was leaning next to the wall, one leg was crossed over the other, and his eyes were half-closed. Ragnar was sitting between the chairs of Sia and Daniel, keeping guard.

Carter's eyes were fixed on Silas, but he didn't approach him yet.

The announcer's voice came out loud from the speakers. "The next matches will be between these hunters."

The ceiling of the room shifted slightly, and from it, a huge screen came down and it was reflecting the names of the hunters.

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[Quarter Finals:]

[Silas Veil VS Daniel Ashcroft.]

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"Hunter Carter Hale is getting pushed to the finals because of his overwhelming performance in his match." The announcer said, and then the speakers turned off.

Silas's eyes shifted towards Carter and his group. They were all smiling, and some of them were dapping each other.

'Something is definitely wrong... Oh, I remember what's wrong, isn't he a member of the guild of an S-rank hunter?'

[You're right, Host. Carter Hale is a member of one of the best guilds in America.]

'Tch... I knew it. That dumb fuck was calling me a nepo, and the real nepo bastard is Carter.'

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[Well, technically, you're a nepo too, Host.]

[You have gods and me on your side.]

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'That's personal talk, don't reveal it.'

Daniel's eyes slowly opened, fingers twitched as he pushed himself to stand back up on his two feet. His body was trembling when his gaze fell onto Silas, who was standing next to him.

A small smile was on Silas's face, his eyes were looking at Daniel, and then he raised his hand slightly and waved it towards him. "Hey, Daniel. That was a nice fight."

He didn't reply to Silas; his gaze fell onto Sia, who was sitting on the seat next to him, unconscious.

Then, he finally noticed Ragnar, and he froze and took a small pause.

His breath hitched, and his eyes widened. He leaned in as he looked at Ragnar from a foot away, staring straight into Ragnar's eyes.

Ragnar looked at Silas and let out a small howl. Silas grabbed Ragnar into his arms and said while brushing Ragnar's hair. "Don't look at him like that, you're making him uncomfortable."

Daniel looked at his hands once and then looked up towards Silas as his lips parted slightly and his voice came out low. "I'm sorry for that."

Silas didn't say anything, but he extended his hand, letting Ragnar come a little close to Daniel. "You like him, Daniel?"

He didn't reply; his eyes were looking at Ragnar, and a slight shimmering appeared inside his eyeballs. "He's so cute."

'Ragnar is the way to capture this bad boy and make him join my wing.'

"Oh? You can take him in your lap, too, and play with him." Silas's voice came out soft.

Daniel's fingers twitched, but then he extended his arms and took Ragnar from Silas's grip and hugged him. He was looking at Ragnar with a glimmer in his eyes.

Ragnar leaned forward and licked Daniel on his cheek. Daniel's face was still expressionless, but his cheeks started to turn pink.

A small smile curled up on Silas's face, and he raised his hand and put it on his mouth to cover his bright chuckle. 'Yes, my jackpot. Lure that guy into our team.'

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