Chapter 2. Arthfael, The Winner

Arthfael pulled back his right arm muscles with a fiery gaze aimed towards the Dreadspawn monster standing in front of him. Within three large strides, Dreadspawn, who had been hundreds of meters away, was suddenly in front of him. With precise calculation, Arthfael immediately thrust his right arm with all the strength he had left directly towards the red-colored monster's stomach.

BOOM! DAAAMPPHH!

The sound of the blow echoed throughout the stadium, which served as their arena. In fact, the punch delivered by Arthfael just now caused such a great and swift wind speed within seconds.

"This should be enough to make it retreat and prepare for another strike until it's helpless," muttered Arthfael as he watched the Dreadspawn monster, which had been hit, now pushed back and helpless under the attack it received.

Arthfael smiled as a notification appeared, indicating that his strength had increased twice as much as before. Despite his battered and bruised body and even some of his teeth knocked out, Arthfael's spirit burned brighter.

"This is fun." Arthfael muttered again as he prepared to leap and aim for the monster's face in front of him.

Dreadspawn, not willing to accept the blow delivered by Arthfael earlier, screamed as if to show that he would not be defeated. Meanwhile, Arthfael became more excited fighting the monster in front of him, feeling as if he was in a video game.

"Come on! Let me give you a blow that will make you lose this match," shouted Arthfael to the monster who seemed increasingly filled with anger.

Feeling underestimated by a skinny man who was only at level 40, Dreadspawn ran towards Arthfael again and prepared to strike him until he breathed his last breath. Arthfael's legs, which had been ready to jump, bent and slammed the ground beneath him. In one leap, his body floated in the air and his arm was pulled back, ready to strike the monster.

"Feel it, you bastard!" shouted Arthfael as he hit Dreadspawn's left cheek with all his might, causing him to fall to the ground and crack the earth beneath him.

Arthfael's body returned to the ground and he approached Dreadspawn to make sure he had been defeated. Dreadspawn, who had fallen to the ground, clenched his fists and was about to attack Arthfael with one blow. However, Arthfael's speed was faster than his hand movements, allowing him to kick Dreadspawn's hand with full force.

"Do you think you can defeat me?" Arthfael asked with a mocking smile.

As he saw Dreadspawn trying to get up, Arthfael jumped into the air again, but not as high as before. He jumped only until his legs were higher than the head of Dreadspawn and then, with one kick, he shattered the monster's head instantly, causing a considerable amount of blood to spill out.

BOOM! BLUSH!

Arthfael's strength continued to increase, and he felt his body getting hotter, allowing him to attack a second monster. However, since the monster was already unconscious, Arthfael's kick shattered its head, causing a significant amount of blood to flow.

The match ended with the sound of a trumpet. Arthfael's face appeared on a 3D monitor in the air, and he was seen smiling as he looked around. Everyone cheered loudly for Arthfael's victory over the class A monster named Dreadspawn.

"I won! I won!" Arthfael exclaimed, proudly forgetting all the pain in his body.

The lifeless body of Dreadspawn was immediately moved by the duty-bound goblins. At least 5 goblins came to help and carried the monster away from Arthfael. The goblins used their magic to carry the Dreadspawn's body and tossed it into the air.

"It turns out that this is much easier to do like this than through video games that I play every day by pressing buttons on my keyboard and computer mouse," said Arthfael while looking at his two hands that felt warm and stiff, the remnants of the recent match.

The cheers suddenly became louder shortly after the Dreadspawn's body was moved. Arthfael looked towards the people who seemed to be cheering at something behind him. Worried that the next monster would come out, Arthfael quickly turned around to see something new that had just arrived.

Arthfael's breath caught in his throat and his saliva felt like it was about to spill out when he saw three women with smooth white skin, golden hair, and minimal clothing walking towards him. The three women smiled at Arthfael and then immediately touched Arthfael's body without permission.

"Congratulations on your victory," said one of the sexy women with blue eyes as she smiled sweetly at him.

Arthfael felt like he was in heaven with the presence of the three women.

"I would even accept death like this," said Arthfael, feeling enchanted by the beauty and voluptuousness of the three women in front of him.

One of the women placed her index finger on Arthfael's lips and shook her head gracefully.

"Don't say that. Enjoy your victory with us." she said in a seductive tone.

Arthfael's face heated up upon hearing her words. If he were a rocket, he could launch himself anytime when he received such seductive treatment from the beautiful and sexy women in front of him.

"Let's go to the room." the woman on Arthfael's left side invited him while touching his body.

As the woman's hand touched Arthfael's cheek, he winced in pain. He remembered that some of his teeth had fallen out and his gums were swollen.

"Can I have some cold water, please?" Arthfael asked.

The three women who looked like goddesses chuckled softly, "Of course. Come on, we'll heal all your pain because this is a gift that a winner deserves," said one of the women, then led Arthfael to the place they meant.

Arthfael was taken to a quite spacious room with a rather large bed. Inside the room, there was no one else but him and the three women who were treating him. The curves of the three women's bodies were clearly visible in front of Arthfael's eyes. As a normal man, Arthfael could not deny that he was tempted when he saw the three women, especially at such a close distance.

"Please open your mouth wider." one of the women said, holding Arthfael's chin with one hand and holding a small glass bottle containing blue liquid with the other.

Arthfael tried to open his mouth, but shortly after he closed it again and looked in astonishment at the liquid that was about to be poured into his mouth.

"What is that?" Arthfael asked.

"This is the tears of the Phoenix bird to heal your wounds. Maybe in 2 days, your teeth will grow back." she answered.

"Oh, two days.. alright," replied Arthfael, then he opened his mouth again but shortly after, he quickly realized something and his mouth shut again, his eyes widening.

As Arthfael closed his mouth quite hard, he grimaced in pain from his swollen gums.

"Are you alright, Sir? Should I give it to you later?" asked the woman holding the small blue bottle.

Arthfael looked at the three women alternately and then pinched his cheek gently, "Ouch!"

Arthfael exclaimed in pain. His eyes widened as he realized something, the man with black hair and gray eyes stood up immediately. Arthfael searched around the room for something until he finally found what he was looking for, a mirror.

Arthfael ran towards the mirror and saw his reflection there. His body tensed up as he saw another man's figure appearing there. Behind Arthfael, the three sexy women stood, looking puzzled at Arthfael who seemed confused.

"Why is this happening? What is this? Why is my face different? My hair? My eyes? My clothes? Damn! Where am I really? This isn't a dream?" Arthfael asked himself while continuously touching his body and even reaching his private area.

"Damn, even this thing is bigger than mine in the real world." Arthfael muttered while comparing his body to Alvin's original body.

Arthfael's body was around 185 cm tall with muscles that felt hard but not as big as bodybuilders. His jaw was even sharper, with thin lips that looked sexy and perfectly matched his facial features. Arthfael noticed a black line on his wrist that displayed information about him.

He immediately turned on the device and looked at it. But what Arthfael saw was just empty air in front of him for the three women. The three women exchanged puzzled looks because of Arthfael's behavior.

"What is he doing?" one of the women asked.

"Is he crazy?" whispered the other.

Arthfael continued to search for information on the screen displayed by his wrist device and searched for the logout button. However, the result was nil, there was no sign that he was in a gaming world or using Virtual Reality facilities.

"Oh shit!" Arthfael exclaimed then lifted both of his hands above his head in frustration.