Chapter 61: White (17)  

Monitor 6: A man in a gray blazer with sharp features leaned forward.

 

He murmured with interest, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

"Interesting… There's someone at that level on Vorpal Basket? I thought only Lucas and Ethan were threats."

 

He sat back, crossing one leg over the other, lips curling into a faint smirk.

 

"I should keep an eye on that one. If he can do that under pressure, he's got more than instinct. He's trained."

 

In Monitor 8: A loud, unfiltered laugh rang out.

 

"AHAHAHA! To think your experiment is getting outshined by these so-called 'ordinary' humans you kept brushing off!"