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    Everyone stared at him, stunned. The silence in the room was thick, and even Allison and Evangeline kept their eyes locked on Luke, waiting for an explanation. He leaned calmly against the wall, as if the weight of their attention didn’t bother him at all.

    “You really killed the Beast Lord?” Evangeline asked. Her voice was steady, but curious.

    “Yes,” Luke said without hesitation.

    “Bullshit,” muttered Dustin, the bald giant, crossing his arms with clear disdain. “This guy’s lying.”

    “It took all of us to kill the Orc Lord. There’s no way he took down the Beast Lord alone,” Gilbert added, frowning, his voice full of suspicion.

    The tension in the room didn’t ease. Their gazes passed between one another in silence, everyone weighing Luke’s words with growing doubt. The disbelief was nearly tangible.

    “What level was it?” Mason asked, breaking the silence with a low, firm voice.

    “High enough to make all of you piss your pants,” Luke replied with a half-smile, just shy of a taunt.

    An axe sliced through the air, stopping inches from Luke. Miriam had stepped forward, her expression twisted with pain and fury.

    “We lost people we loved fighting the Orc Lord. He was surrounded by a whole army of orcs. Making up stories like this is an insult to their memory,” she said, gripping her axe tightly.

    “What level was the Orc Lord?” Luke asked, genuine curiosity in his voice now.

    “Level seventy,” Allison replied calmly, though her gaze never left him.

    Luke narrowed his eyes, his mind quickly sorting through the information he knew. He compared the data, measured everything he’d experienced. And he realized the truth—the first Lord really had been weaker than the second.

    “The Beast Lord’s level was higher than seventy,” he said, with the unshakable tone of someone stating a fact. “And I killed him alone. It was a duel. He wasn’t surrounded by monsters. So, in that sense, it was… slightly easier.”

    “He’s lying,” Quinn muttered, folding her arms.

    Gilbert stepped closer to the table and stopped right in front of Allison. His stare was sharp, as if he were trying to find even a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

    “This is the guy you want us to trust? Not even Evangeline could have beaten the Orc Lord on her own. It’s impossible, even if he reached the top of the Rank.”

    Mason pushed off the wall and walked to the table, now standing face-to-face with Luke. His tone was firm, almost confrontational.

    “Prove it.”

    The room went dead silent. All eyes turned to Luke, the tension now suffocating.

    “Allison received a sword when she landed the final blow on the Orc Lord,” Mason said, not looking away from Luke for even a second.

    Everyone turned to Allison. Luke did too, his gaze shifting with genuine interest.

    Without a word, Allison slowly drew the katana from its sheath. The blade gleamed a deep violet, with glowing red lines running along its length, as if containing a restrained fire beneath the surface.

    “This sword is the item I received after killing the Orc Lord,” she said firmly, raising it slightly for all to see.

    Mason turned his attention back to Luke, his stare intense.

    “I want you to show us the item you got for killing the Beast Lord.”

    For a brief moment, something flickered in Luke’s eyes. A single thought crossed his mind—maybe it had been a mistake not to go after the Orc Lord when he first left the Great Wild Zone.

    That sword… it could’ve helped Charlie.

    “Show us the item,” Mason demanded, his voice growing sharper.

    “It’s a secret,” Luke said simply.

    A wave of laughter echoed through the room. Some were nervous, others mocking. The atmosphere grew sharper, more tense.

    Allison and Evangeline remained silent, observing everything with sharp eyes. They tracked every movement, every word.

    “Just pull the item from your inventory, or you’re lying,” Dustin said, arms crossed like a judge delivering a sentence.

    “No,” Luke replied, his expression hardening. “If I show it, one of you might get bold enough to try and take it from me. And that won’t end well.”

    Dustin let out a booming laugh as he stepped closer. He was visibly taller and bulkier than Luke and made sure everyone noticed with every heavy footfall. He stopped right in front of him, leaning down, the grin on his face turning into something darker.


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    “And you think we’re not already planning to take everything you have? You’re not walking out of here with anything, Angelica’s killer. I want your kukris. Maybe even your boots.”

    Luke raised an eyebrow, the sarcasm creeping back into his voice.

    “Want what’s in my underwear too?”

    Dustin clenched his jaw and raised a fist, ready to strike. But before the blow could land, something slid between them—a fan snapped open mid-air, intercepting the motion with elegance and precision.

    It was Evangeline.

    “We’re all part of the same suicide squad. We’ve already got enough people trying to kill us out there,” she said coldly, the fan still raised.

    Dustin clicked his tongue and stepped back, clearly still fuming.

    “No one’s taking anything,” Allison said. Her voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Did I make myself clear?”

    “This guy’s gonna stab us in the back just like he did Angelica. I don’t trust him,” Dustin spat, not even trying to hide the contempt in his tone.

    “But I do,” Allison replied without hesitation. “So let me make this absolutely clear one last time: no one lays a hand on him. Or do any of you want to challenge me?”

    She looked at them one by one. Her gaze was so cold, so piercing, not a single person dared to speak.

    The silence that followed was total. The weight of her words was undeniable, and no one seemed willing to test her resolve.

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