Towards the Unbeatable

Act 91: Hope

"Vincent, don't you see me wrong? Why does my opponent even have such great stats? He has also been in this competition for a long time ...."

Vincent responded by adding to the tone of truth in his voice, "Sure Danny, as long as you know the match system here there is no such thing as 'sorted', no', so your opponent could be anyone and not look at their stats during a fight."

Danny frowned, it feels like the match system here really openly does not allow anyone to perch in the number one position for the specified time.

He wondered if it was possible to get out of here? So what about the main goal so far?

"Danny, I understand what you're thinking, I see your optimism plummeting when you know this, but know that if you intend to win, there's a way. And the advantage of that system, if you win, will immediately occupy the position where the highest fighter is located that you have defeated, in that case your chance to rise to rank five hundred is a pretty big thing."

Danny understood what Vincent said, indeed if it was his advantage, but if he lost it would be in vain, plus his experience was far less than the fighter he would fight.

Danny then bowed, he took a bent sitting position wrapped his hands on his feet next to the cell bars, apparently he himself was taking time to reflect.

Vincent can not say anything more now, he understands Danny now who has to fight, his mind this time is his own opponent before the fight is really done.

Vincent finally settles down, he looks up at the same ceiling for five years, doubting what he's actually been doing here, thinking about what he's going to do 'if' he managed to get out of here which seemed to him even less to believe in the possibility, but the thing to do is indeed he must start hoping - even if the slightest opportunity is there for him.

***

Evening arrived, the match was again conducted, boisterous spectators cheered, steady fighters ready to return to show their abilities.

Ten minutes of the game is about to start, but Danny hasn't shown up in that arena yet, " Hey Vincent do you know where Danny is? It's been ten minutes into the game, I'm afraid that he should be disqualified for not coming to fight."

Vincent can only look back and forth without finding any clue about Danny's counting rod, "I don't know Brock, maybe he's diarrhea, or maybe heartburn from nervousness?"

***

Danny himself seems to be in a special toilet near the arena of the match, after all he is ready with his clothes, bare chest and wearing shorts.

For some reason since being here, Danny felt his physical strength was not as strong as it used to be, he had suspected that this could be due to the neutralization of magic in this place.

Danny also suspected that his physical strength was also part of magic power as well, so they were either continuous or in other words intertwined with each other.

But thinking about it won't give any answer, Danny should be able to find his own answer by going back to fighting for real, after that, he might find something that he did not know until now.

Danny has to solve this mystery, to get him out of here, slowly but surely, he has to get out of here.

***

Meanwhile, time was completely depleted, a minute was left, the two people were instead panicking with each other.

"CHUCK BROCK, WHERE IS DANNY NOW?!"

"HUH?! WHERE IKNOW! I THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS BE WITH HIM!"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE BROCK WHO ALWAYS WATCHED HER!"

"ALL RIGHT! VINCENT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO USED TO GIVE HER DIRECTIONS!"

"Eee, you're looking for me?" Danny appeared in the midst of the noise of two people.

The two men turned back at the same time in a voice that resembled Danny.

"Oh! It turns out you're Danny, I was worried you wouldn't come here" Vincent said, hugging him, Brock was relieved to see Danny here.