"...I... want... you!!!" he shouted, pointing at the people in white.
More than two hundred participants were lucky enough not to face him in a single match.
And although they all lost before reaching the finals... their faces showed relief that they wouldn't have to face this monster.
Most likely, this fear, instilled after the very first fight, influenced the outcome of every match.
"…" Seeing that he had set his sights on them, their faces turned pale once more.
Casually twirling his bloodstained scythe around his body, Mr. Nobody continued to chuckle.
They had to call in the cleaners after every fight he was in. However, even if the entire arena was scrubbed spotless, traces of every clash remained on the scythe.
Mr. Nobody had no skills in martial arts or the use of bladed weapons. To tell the truth, even the skills he did possess amounted to something strange.
