Chapter 84 : Give Me Back My Damn Money

The roar of the crowd still echoed behind him as Dirga walked out of the Gemspire Ring.

It hadn't even been a minute.

Not even half.

And Rank 100—The Slithering Mist—had been crushed under gravitational collapse like a brittle twig in a vice.

Above the arena, the announcer's voice rang out, high and breathless:

"And that's it! Not thirty seconds! The Rank 100, dissolved like fog—smashed into the dirt by the One-Punch Devil! Ladies and Devils, this is history!"

The crowd erupted, a hurricane of noise—shocked, awed, and utterly rabid.

But Dirga didn't bask in it.

He just kept walking.

His boots echoed down the hallway as he headed for the lobby.

He glanced left. Then right.

No Optik.

Dirga's eyes narrowed. His expression darkened. His steps slowed.

Don't tell me that bastard ran off with the money…

But then—

A familiar voice with the flutter of wings.