From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals Chapter 301: Sparring Session Starting

Ty sighed, his thoughts trailing off into the ether of sleep. "I still can't figure out what that third person inside of ant by having to choose a side though?" His question hung in the air, unanswered as he drifted into unconsciousness.

As Ty's eyes closed, he envisioned a pair of white clouds hovering above what seed to him like Earth. There, he saw a version of himself painted in black, gazing back at him with calm, red eyes and a serene smile.

"Are you the monster or creature inside of ?" Ty inquired.

"Sothing like that," the creature responded vaguely.

Looking around, Ty asked, "And what are you doing exactly?"

"Just enjoying the view of so old mories," the creature answered as Ty peered down over the edge, observing a large gathering of people. n dressed in black and won in white mingled together, their laughter echoing, embodying a sense of freedom and joy.

"These are your mories? Who exactly are you?" Ty pressed, seeking clarity.

The creature's smile faded, choosing not to respond to Ty's query. Suddenly, a bomb detonated below, transforming the scene as screams pierced the tranquility. Ty was jolted awake by the sound of a baton slamming against the cell bars, pulling him abruptly back to the grim reality of his confinent.

Ty, fueled by frustration, slamd his fist down on the ground, muttering curses under his breath. "As soon as I feel like I'm understanding sothing, I get more lost than where I began... why the hell—" His rant was cut short by the guard's sharp call. "Hey, Demon Boy! Please don't make ask twice!"

Jolted to attention, Ty responded, "Oh, don't you an the JJ chick from yesterday?" His mind was still trying to untangle the threads of his recent dream as he voiced another thought, "Hey, what ti is it anyway?" His inquiry was abruptly interrupted by the rumble of his stomach, a reminder of his physical needs in the midst of his existential turmoil.

"I'm not used to being hungry," he thought, perplexed by the sensation.

"It's almost 10:00 AM. I ca to check on you in the night and brought you food around 7:00 AM, but it looks like your friend went ahead and ate for you. Now get up and let's get a move on," the guard inford him, showing a rare mont of concern mixed with urgency.

Turning his gaze to the corner of the cell, Ty noticed the old man grinning, contentedly chewing on a sandwich filled with at and cheese, its details obscured in the dim light.

The old man, with a hint of mischief in his voice, thanked Ty for the unintended al. "Thanks for the food. You were sleeping so peacefully I couldn't help myself."

Ty, choosing not to engage further, rely stood up and sighed before walking to the gate. "Sure, let's get today over with," he said to the guard, his voice a mix of resignation and readiness to face whatever the day held.

The guard swiftly unlocked the door, leading Ty through the dimly lit corridors toward the main entrance of the prison where the Lieutenant was engrossed in a thick book with a dark leather back cover, seemingly detached from the surroundings.

"Ah, thank you, Regalius 1st Class," the Lieutenant acknowledged as he noticed their approach, causing the guard to offer a salute. Ty noted the exchange with curiosity, wondering, "I guess this is so type of military system?"

"Anyti, sir. Thank you. How has he been, by the way?" the guard inquired, montarily stumbling over his words before adding, "He's less scary than I expected, but he has a way of demanding what he wants. All in all, I don't understand why he's considered evil, but I'm not paid to think about stuff like that, sir."

"I see. Thank you. I will have him back by 5 PM for the Show Giver to get him in for an interview before the other contestants do," the Lieutenant stated, planning Ty's schedule with precision.

"Yes, sir, but aren't the other participants people who actually desire to be in it versus being forced?"

Ty observed as the Lieutenant elaborated on the competition's stakes, highlighting the dual nature of its participants—those seeking redemption and those with wishes to be fulfilled. "Of course, at the end of the day, whoever wins earns pardon of all cris and guilty pleas. Soone on death row can even lead a good life if they win.

But those who have not committed any sins also aim for wishes to be fulfilled, so I don't think the watchers will care too much. But we will see."

"R-right," the guard agreed, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Well, I look forward to you bringing him back, and, Demon Boy, please don't give the Lieutenant any problems." With a bow, he exited, leaving Ty no opportunity to respond.

The Lieutenant then turned his attention to Ty, proposing a move to a more action-oriented setting. "Let's get you into a sparring zone. I want to see you use that sword. I did so studying on it and found nothing about it. Even trying to use it myself, it was nothing more than a fine-looking blade that sliced well."

He continued, addressing the uncertainties surrounding the sword's origins and capabilities. "You ntioned this man who brought it can't be trusted, but until we know what the sword can do, it's hard to piece together points of where we can take this."

"Sure, I don't mind trying anything at this point, whatever helps bring him down and win this tournant," Ty expressed, showing his willingness to confront whatever challenges lay ahead to achieve his goals.

The Lieutenant gave Ty a confused look and asked, "A what?"

Ty elaborated, "A tournant. Like where a bunch of people fight, and only one or two end up as winners? Usually, you see it in sports like basketball or football after a long season. The best teams go into a tournant style where, over ti, only two teams remain, and then you have a winner for the year."

Still looking puzzled, the Lieutenant admitted, "I didn't understand half of that. What does that have to do with anything? Though, it seems you an the Arena of Life but less cool."