Chapter 69 - No doubting 

Time seemed to freeze.

Everyone was watching, hearts thudding, eyes wide with disbelief. What Tom Green had just done was something no one could have anticipated. He had gone for the kill—he wanted Carita White dead. And in that split second, it was clear: no one could stop him.

If the dagger had pierced her, Carita wouldn't just die in the game. She would suffer internal backlash in the real world—damage that could end her life instantly.

Her fate had been sealed. No one could change that.

But then... a silhouette flashed between Carita White and Tom Green.

The dagger halted mid-air.

No one could believe what they were seeing. The figure had caught the blade with his bare hands, completely nullifying its momentum.

"Who's he?!"

"Is he the last member of the White?"

"Why is he wearing two colours?!"

"When did he even get there?!"

"How can he catch a dagger with his hands?!"

"Look! His hand is bleeding—but his HP hasn't dropped at all?!"

"Malik... You saved me." Tears welled in Carita's eyes as she stared at Malik. His eyes were closed, his hair stood on end like it was charged with lightning.

Tom Green froze in shock, eyes twitching. He tried to yank the dagger back—but it wouldn't move. Not forward. Not backward. It was completely stuck.

"You bastard!" he screamed, pulling out a pocket knife from his other sleeve and stabbing straight at Malik's side.

But before the blade could reach, Malik's hand shot out and caught his wrist like a steel trap.

Snap!

"AAARGH!!" Tom Green howled in agony. The sound of bone crunching echoed across the arena. The pain forced him to drop both weapons as he stumbled back, face contorted in disbelief.

Before the pocket knife hit the floor, Malik raised a leg and kicked it clean off the platform.

Then he turned.

Still clutching the dagger by its blood-stained blade, crimson dripping freely from his palm, Malik's gaze fell on Tom Green.

"Kill him! Kill that freak!!" Tom shouted desperately.

The remaining four Green members sprang into action.

One punched Malik square in the face.

Gbam!

A kick followed.

Boom!

Another punch. A knee to the ribs.

But Malik didn't even blink. He didn't flinch. He didn't feel.

He just kept walking forward like a walking executioner. Unstoppable.

One of the Black members lunged from the left, trying to tackle him to the ground.

Malik bent backward at an unnatural angle, making the diver miss entirely. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he used the dagger's hilt to smack the attacker mid-air.

Bang!

The man spun midair, smashing straight into Tom Green and sending both tumbling to the ground.

Malik stepped forward again.

The men around him... stepped back.

Another step.

They backed away again.

His pressure was suffocating.

By the fourth step, Malik reached Tom Green.

He delivered a brutal kick to the fallen Black member, sending him crashing through the barrier of the platform and out into the floor beyond. The man's body hit the ground hard—unconscious.

But Malik didn't care.

His eyes were locked onto one person—Tom Green.

He bent low and grabbed Tom by the hair, dragging the trembling man across the platform. Tom's entire body was shaking violently. He couldn't even resist. Couldn't move.

Malik dragged him all the way to Carita's feet.

He handed her the dagger.

She took it without hesitation.

"I'm sorry I failed as your bodyguard," Malik said, his voice cold, crisp, and loud enough for the entire platform to hear. "You should punish me now."

Punish...?

What kind of relationship do these two have?!

At that moment, the Security Council of the Coloureds arrived. Someone had just broken through a Grade C Barrier with a casual kick. Unheard of.

Carita raised the dagger.

Then... she stabbed it forward.

Straight at Malik's eyes.

He didn't even blink. Didn't move an inch.

The blade stopped just inches from his face.

The crowd went wild. Minds reeled with speculation and shock.

"Send them all out... that's your punishment." Her voice was ice.

Malik nodded and grabbed Tom's head firmly.

Crack!

With a twist, he broke Tom's neck and depleted all his Health Points—sending him out of the game in a burst of light particles.

The other four followed soon after, bursting into particles as well.

Malik didn't pause.

He moved instantly—and before Lady Black could even react, she was gone. Instantly killed.

Only Godwin Red remained.

Malik appeared in front of him.

But before he could raise a hand, Godwin bowed deeply.

"De Law... You've truly widened my horizon and finalized my hypothesis. You've shown me something I've never witnessed since birth. I am honored."

He raised his head slowly. "There's no need for us to fight. It will only end the same way. I give up. And as the second ranker, I'll do everything I can to help Miss Carita grow Coloured."

Malik's eyes glinted with brilliance.

He turned back to Carita and walked away.

Godwin Red exited the platform silently, followed by the other Red members. The remaining Black members had already vanished after Lady Black's death.

"Mr. White... where did you hire that man from?" asked an old man with white beards.

"Hired?" Mr. White burst into laughter as he watched Carita gently nurse Malik's bleeding hand.

"He's a close friend of my granddaughter... a very close friend."

"Oh... I see." The old man nodded thoughtfully, then turned to the man beside him. "What do you think, Grey?"

Grey's voice was low. Certain.

"There's no doubt... that guy—De Law—he's a Martial Expert."