I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Chapter 286: Slime sovereign

Time seemed to crystallize as their fists met in midair. Red slime collided with phantom energy, creating a shockwave that shattered every crystal-light in the arena. In that moment of impact, Steele's eyes blazed with an intensity that made Zafron's blood run cold.

"Let me show you what phantom gaze really means," Steele snarled.

The green energy around him pulsed, and suddenly everything... slowed. Zafron felt like he was moving through tar, his berserker-enhanced speed reduced to a crawl. But Steele – Steele moved at normal speed, almost casual as he redirected Zafron's punch and launched a devastating counter-combination.

Left hook to the jaw. Right cross to the temple. Knee to the sternum. Each hit landed with surgical precision before Zafron could even begin to defend himself.

'This is impossible,' Zafron thought as another phantom-enhanced strike crushed into his ribs. 'He's not just slowing me down – he's reading my every move.'

[This is bad,] Calista's voice held none of its usual sarcasm. [His control over temporal fields has evolved beyond our last encounter.]

Blood sprayed from Zafron's mouth as Steele landed a brutal liver shot. The slime armor, even enhanced by berserker mode, cracked under the relentless assault. Each impact felt like being hit by a truck, the phantom energy somehow striking from multiple angles simultaneously.

In the stands, Matilda's knuckles went white as she gripped the railing. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she watched Zafron take punishment that would have killed any normal person ten times over. Next to her, even Raxus seemed disturbed by the brutality.

"He's going to kill him," Matilda whispered, her voice breaking.

Across the arena, Maze stood rigid, her eyes catching every devastating blow. This wasn't apprehension anymore – this was execution.

'Steele, what are you doing?' she thought, taking a step toward the arena floor. 'This wasn't the plan.'

Sakura's cat-like eyes darted between the fight and Matilda's increasingly distressed form at the far end of the arena. Her enhanced hearing picked up the tremor in Matilda's voice, the rapid beating of her heart.

'This is wrong,' Sakura thought, her claws extending unconsciously. 'He's not even trying to capture him anymore.'

In the pit, Steele's assault continued with mechanical precision. Each move was calculated, each strike aimed at a vital point. The phantom energy around him had taken on a darker hue, almost black at its edges.

"You thought running to the freaking waste land would save you?" Steele laughed, the sound empty of anything human. "I've spent time studying your patterns, your techniques. Every possible move you could make – I've already seen it."

To demonstrate, he caught Zafron's attempted counter-punch before it was even halfway thrown, using the momentum to slam him into the ground with enough force to crater the arena floor.

'He's right,' Zafron realized through a haze of pain. 'He's completely countering berserker mode. Berserker has never failed me before but this guy...'

[System Alert: Detecting critical damage to multiple organ systems. Berserker enhancement insufficient against current threat level.]

Steele's foot crashed into Zafron's chest, driving him deeper into the crater. "Where's all that power now? Where's that confidence from earlier? You, people like you do not deserve second chances. If evil isn't expunged, it will come back another time!" Steele landed another punch yet again.

"You want to know how I know this? I gave a man a second chance, I saw it, I saw it before it happened but I believed in second chances and my mother paid for it!!!"

The words triggered something in Zafron's mind – a memory of his last day on the surface, running from the enforcers through Drakoria's burning streets...

---Flashback---

[ Quest Alert completed : Escape the Enforcer Squad]

[Reward: New Title - Slime Sovereign]

The whole city had been on fire that day, enforcement carts darkening the sky. Zafron had run, using every trick he knew to stay ahead of his pursuers. In the end, he'd barely escaped, plummeting into the depths that would lead him to this prison.

The system had awarded him his new title then, along with a skill he'd never dared to use...

[Skill Unlocked: Chaos Hunger]

[Warning: Skill requires massive mana consumption]

[Effect: Absorb surrounding materials and life force. Create autonomous slime variants.]

---Present---

Another phantom-enhanced blow snapped Zafron's head back, bringing him to the present. Blood filled his mouth as Steele continued his relentless assault.

'Even berserker mode isn't enough,' Zafron thought desperately. 'I need something more.'

[System Alert: New Quest Available]

[Annihilate this threat for instant level up!]

[Recommended Action: Consider all available skills]

Zafron's eyes widened slightly. 'Calista... I think it's time.'

[The Sovereign title? Pardon me my lord but are you insane? In this environment, with these mana restrictions—]

'We don't have a choice anymore. I never thought there'd come a day where I'd have to use this. But I guess today is the day,'

Above them, Steele paused his assault for a moment, breathing heavily. "Any last words before I finish this?"

Zafron spat blood and smiled. "Just these: Equip title, Slime Sovereign."

The change was immediate and dramatic. Red light blazed from Zafron's hands, and slime began to pour across the arena floor in waves. The air grew thick with an otherworldly pressure as Zafron's power reached out, touching every person in the vicinity.

People in the crowd began to weaken, blood trickling from their noses as their life force was slowly drained. Only Raxus seemed to realize what was happening, quickly raising his staff to create a barrier around himself and Matilda.

"What is this?" Steele demanded, his phantom energy flickering as he felt his own strength being sapped.

[Sovereign Protocol Engaged]

[Step 1: Life Force Absorption in Progress]

[Step 2: Initiating Chaos Hunger]

[Warning: Current mana levels at critical threshold]

"You wanted to see what I can really do?" Zafron's voice had changed, resonating with power that made the very air vibrate. "Take a seat!"

The slime covering the arena floor suddenly began to move with purpose, collecting into humanoid shapes. One by one, perfect copies of Zafron emerged from the red slimy mass, each one radiating the same berserker-enhanced power as the original.

[System Alert: Slime Variants Created]

[Current Number: 5]

[Power Distribution: Each variant possesses 50% of host's current stats]

[Warning: Maintaining variants will rapidly deplete remaining mana reserves]

Steele's eyes widened as he found himself surrounded by six Zafrons, each one moving with deadly purpose. "What the fuck is this?"

"This?" all six Zafrons spoke in unison, their voices creating a horrifying chorus. "This is what happens when you push someone too far."

They attacked as one, moving with perfect coordination. Where before Steele had been able to predict and counter every move, now he faced an assault from multiple angles simultaneously, each striker possessing half the power of a berserker-enhanced Zafron.

A variant's fist crashed into his kidney while another swept his legs. As he tried to roll away, a third caught him with an uppercut that sent him flying. The original Zafron appeared above him, axe-kicking him back to the ground with devastating force.

"Not so easy when you can't predict everything, is it?" the Zafrons taunted in their terrible unison.

Steele's phantom energy flared desperately, trying to slow multiple opponents at once. But the variants seemed to learn from each other, adapting to his temporal manipulation. When he slowed one, another would attack from his blind spot.

Blood flew as a variant's kick connected with Steele's jaw. Another variant seized his arm, its slime form hardening to trap him in place while two more launched a devastating combination to his torso.

The crowd watched in horror and awe as the surprisingly strong newcomer in Steele was systematically torn apart by this nightmare multiplied. Even Maze took another step forward, her hand reaching for her waist.

"You wanted to know about Drakoria?" the original Zafron asked as his variants continued their assault. "You wanted to know about Malachi Vest? Here's a lesson for you – some secrets are better left buried."

All six Zafrons moved in perfect synchronization, their slime forms rippling with absorbed power. They launched a final, devastating combination that sent Steele crashing through the arena wall in an explosion of debris and phantom energy.

[Warning: Mana reserves critically low]

[Variant maintenance reaching terminal threshold]

[Recommended Action: Conclude battle immediately]

The variants began to dissolve, their remaining power flowing back into the original Zafron. The arena was deathly silent as he stalked toward the hole in the wall where Steele had disappeared.

"Remember this moment," Zafron called into the darkness. "Remember what happened when you pushed the slave too far."

From the rubble, there was only silence.

The fight was over.

[Quest Complete: Threat Annihilated]

[Reward: Level Up Achieved]

[New Title Earned: Sovereign Ascendant]

[Warning: Extended use of Chaos Hunger may have unexpected consequences]

As the last of the slime variants melted away, Zafron felt the full weight of what he'd done. He had used an ability he thought he'd never touch. And somewhere in the darkness, he knew Steele was still alive – wounded, humbled, but alive.

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

But for now, in the silent arena with its shattered floor and terrified spectators, Zafron stood victorious. The Slime Sovereign had revealed himself, and nothing would ever be the same.