Will of chaos

I was seeing my subordinates fighting, everyone still hiding a part of their strength while Xagar and Fiona hide most of their strength, yet everyone did very well. 

Thanks to these fights I was able to find a few more targets for this plan, but suddenly I felt a limitless power envelope me, the scare only took a few seconds before I understood who it was. 

I smile and wave to Silvia to take care of the rest, then I sit in the chair and close my eyes, my Aura and Authority interact with this boundless Energy, I feel my consciousness being pulled and I can't resist letting myself be carried away, the dizziness only took a few seconds before I open your eyes again. 

I looked around and I was in the exact same Colosseum, but this time there was just a large arena with 25 different pillars around it, each pillar decorated with paintings and sculptures of different landscapes. 

I was in the middle of the arena, and in front of me was a man with fiery red hair that looked like it had never been combed before, his body was large and covered in countless scars, he was sitting in the arena looking at me with a bottle the size from a barrel where he was drinking with a big smile. 

"An honor to meet you, God of War." (I) 

"You can call me by my name, I'm Hatlas, the idiot who thought it was a good idea to be a God." (Hatlas) 

"Leave formalities and useless things aside, Natasha's brother." (Hatlas) 

"..." (I) 

The great God of War, Hatlas. 

My sister Natasha told me about him, someone she respects and has challenged many times to fight only to lose in each challenge, the Human who Ascended to become a God. 

I have heard many things about this specific God, so I walked closer to him and sat down, using my Holy power I try to form an image in my mind, one of the drinks that Anton, the Blacksmith from my Dungeon is proud of. help do, honestly, this thing is strong enough to affect even Elder Dragons. 

When a barrel of this drink appears next to me, I open the lid and take a few sips, if it were on my body it would be enough for my face to turn completely red, but in a mental realm my resistance to alcohol is as strong as my strength of will. 

"Since you prefer it that way, I won't complain, I hate being formal." (I) 

"But call me Zenos if you can." (I) 

"You know I like you kid, I've seen some of your fights, what you did against Baldr's Divine Beast was so funny I couldn't help but laugh for days." (Hatlas) 

"That wasn't my greatest moment, I was more than reckless in what I did." (I) 

"A warrior is not one who participates in battles whose victory is clear, a true warrior is one who participates in battles that he cannot lose." (Hatlas) 

"That day you didn't think, you acted and dared to go further than your enemies, well done boy, those are some balls you have there." (Hatlas) 

"Thank you, I think?" (I) 

After a few more sips of my drink, I offer the barrel to the God of War who accepts, with a wave of his hand half the barrel is drained before being returned to me. 

"Did you call me here to drink or to talk about enemies?" (I) 

"None of them, this Evil God has not done anything against me, my believers can do something if they find out about him, but I will not intervene, that is in the hands of the Spirits." (Hatlas) 

"I called you to talk about..." (Hatlas) 

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Pov Xagar: 

On the second day of the tournament, everyone was ready, the stands were full like the day before, and the same happened with tournament participants arriving early. 

Today's presentation was quick as the tournament resumes, it seems that it is still following the same rules as yesterday. 

When it was my turn to fight, I was in the ocean arena with small islands to stay on, I didn't mind as I spread my wings to fly. 

The one in front of me was clearly one of the targets, I could feel a part of Zenos's coming from him, my blessing reacts to that faint trace of presence, it seems to be Orion or a part of him. 

"(He doesn't look marked, so I'll take care of it early.)" (I) 

The person in question was an Ogre full of Runes marked on his body, almost looking like a Runic. 

"< Demonic Mist of Corruption >" (I) 

From my body a black and red Mist emerges, filling the surface of the oceans, within this Mist people's minds are increasingly affected due to Demonic energy. 

Hallucinations and mirages happen to anyone, this is not an easy skill to use, it demands a lot of my energy reserves and puts a lot of pressure on my body, but this time this is the best way to solve it. 

Within minutes his mind was so confused that the Runes on his body began to shine revealing spiritual energy, this is the same as giving away his identity. 

It was very easy to finish him off, I got behind him and stabbed him in the shoulder with my sword, making him fall to his knees on one of the small islands. 

When the fight was over and we returned to our seats, I drank Potions to recover my Demonic energy and my body's state to peak once again, unfortunately, I won't be able to use this same technique a second time for the next few hours. 

While waiting my turn, again, I followed those who were still fighting, one of them was my old friend, seeing the face he now has I wonder if he was always like this or did he stray from the path at some point. 

He was torturing his opponent, his jaw had been ripped off as well as his arms and legs, this wasn't even combat anymore, he was torturing a person in front of thousands of people. 

I can't say why he's currently aggressive, but I'm clearly hoping it isn't for the sole reason that his opponent is a Demon. 

Even with this torture scene, the judges didn't do anything, I knew the rules and I knew that no matter how cruel this scene was, it still wasn't enough to stop the fight unless time ran out or that participant died. 

"(Did he become cruel over time or was he always and I didn't notice because I was just like him?)" (I) 

"(In this vision you can see which of the two is the true cruel Demon.)" (I) 

I couldn't see the end of his fight when I was transported to another match, when I opened my eyes it was a battlefield, weapons and armor were scattered around in pieces. 

My opponent this time was a woman, a Dragonewt who, based on the red color of her scales, must be of the Fire Element. 

To be honest it's not a difficult fight, I have great resistance to Fire, something I already had before becoming a Demon and it only became stronger with my transformation as well as everything I've been through so far. 

The two of us started an intense battle, I was conserving my energy for the last battle, but even though I wasn't using my full power, it was still a difficult fight, this woman was very well trained. 

Each time our blows collided we were pushed back only to return to fighting as before. 

She doesn't use a sword, spear, or an ax like most, she uses metal claws on her fists, she fights using flexibility and technique, always choosing to evade my attacks instead of trying to defend. 

The fight was strangely fun, the woman was better than me in terms of techniques and her speed was greater, all this mixed with her way of fighting, it was impossible for me to beat this woman head on, my luck is that she is naive in controls. 

In one of our many confrontations, I use my sword to stop one of her claws while a shield appears on my other arm, striking her other clawed hand away, at that moment I use mine to wrap around her neck. 

"I quit." 

With that I let her go as we returned to our seats, with this already 5 victories in a row with only the last one missing, one could expect that my opponent would be weak enough not to waste too much of my power. 

So I waited and waited, but my last battle never came, until finally, it was my turn to fight for the last time today. 

My opponent was just a Dark Elf boy, he didn't seem to be a warrior as normally expected of Dark Elves, what he had was a book with metal ornaments of various creatures. 

"(I already know what he is... it's going to be difficult.)" (I) 

I look around, this was a desert arena, sand was everywhere, but my concentration was still on him who seemed to be standing there waiting, but I knew he was using it as bait to attract me to him. 

I could feel murderous intentions in the surroundings, it was only when I was sure I wasn't going to get any closer that he opened his shining book. 

"< Summon... >"