Otaku Translation: The Amber Sword V3C61

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Chapter 61: The King Beneath the Earth, Part 12

As everyone whispered amongst themselves, a thunderous voice suddenly boomed across the arena, cutting off 's words:

"Mortals, welcome to the ."

The voice was cold and authoritative, radiating an overwhelming sense of power. "Here, you shall face your fates, whether for survival or to claim dominion over the earth—"

"Come forth, humble challengers, and let us witness the birth of destiny."

The voice echoed like rolling thunder, shaking the arena and leaving everyone pale-faced. Cinnabar and turned to look at , who was carefully observing the coliseum.

Brandon was contemplating the possible challenges they might face. In the , monsters varied depending on the environment of the arena. In a standard coliseum like this one, they were most likely to encounter powerful creatures from the land or low-altitude regions.

He quietly sighed in relief—it wasn’t the . Such arenas, suspended in the void, were among the most terrifying in the Arena of Destiny.

Though they wouldn’t be facing actual gods, the mythological beings that appeared were enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle.

"One at a time, no need to rush. I’ll arrange the order," Brandon said, turning to the red-haired girl. "Cinnabar, you go with the miner. Since neither of you has iron-rank strength or higher, you can count as one group. That way, if I succeed, it’ll be easier to save both of you."

But Brandon’s words left Metissa puzzled. She glanced at Cinnabar, her curiosity piqued. "Cinnabar is…?"

"I’ll explain later," Brandon replied. ", you’ll go second."

"What?" Kulan raised an eyebrow. "Do you doubt my ability to pass the challenge?"

Brandon shrugged, then turned his gaze to Metissa. "Metissa, when it’s your turn, we’ll go together."

"Is that allowed?" she asked.

"You’re a . We should give it a try," Brandon reasoned. If summoned beings could join him in the challenge, their odds would significantly improve.

But before he could celebrate, the scenery within the coliseum shifted. The walls parted, revealing rows of cages behind them.

"My lord!" A figure inside one of the cages stood up, calling out anxiously upon spotting the others outside. "Metissa, Cinnabar—I’m here!"

Brandon turned toward the voice, his expression darkening. Inside the cage was none other than Yuta, the leader of the mercenary band. Nearby cages held Koven, Joka, and their group, who had clearly spotted Brandon as well, their faces filled with pleading looks.

"Sir, can you help us?" Joka shouted.

Brandon remained silent. He wasn’t opposed to lending a hand, but if he did, according to the rules of the game, he’d have to face five challenges. By the final round, the difficulty would escalate to something like a .

And that was no laughing matter.

These constructs, designed by the , stood at the pinnacle of gold-rank power. They were one of only two types of constructs close to awakening elemental affinity—the other being crafted by Buga’s wizards. While the former excelled in spellblade combat, the latter specialized in melee.

In this regard, the runic dwarves clearly outclassed Buga’s craftsmen—a point of pride for their race.

Brandon knew full well that even with Metissa and himself combined, taking on a peak gold-rank opponent would be a stretch. Adding the might give them a chance, but the odds were still slim.

Thus, he chose to remain silent.

With a wave of his hand, Brandon instructed, "Cinnabar, go ahead. Don’t push yourself—just surrender immediately."

"But what about Commander Yuta?" Cinnabar asked softly.

"I’ll save her," Brandon replied. "Go now."

The red-haired girl nodded, gripping her in one hand and dragging the unconscious miner with the other as she stepped into the arena.

A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd. After listening carefully for a moment, Brandon realized they were chanting ", Searclaw." Though he knew all of this existed between fantasy and reality, he couldn’t help but feel a strange tension building inside him.

"Afraid, Metissa?" he asked, glancing at her.

"My lord," Metissa smiled faintly. "I am undead."

Brandon felt his face flush.

Deciding not to dwell on it, he watched as a massive gate on the opposite side of the coliseum slowly opened. A fearsome beast, dragging countless chains, leapt into the arena. It lunged toward Cinnabar in the center but was yanked back by the chains, stopping less than twenty meters away as it growled menacingly.

"What is that thing?" Kulan narrowed his eyes at the monstrous creature.

Brandon studied the towering, three-headed beast, its heads colliding with each other as it roared like rolling thunder. Its arrival filled the arena with a foul stench—sulfur.

"," Metissa answered promptly.

"The demons of the sulfur river once followed the ," the princess murmured. "I’ve fought them on the battlefield—they’re quite troublesome."

"What battlefield?" Kulan looked at the elven girl skeptically, wondering where such battles could take place.

But Metissa merely smiled at the veteran of the . "The ."

"The Holy War?" Kulan gawked at her, instinctively thinking she was joking. To him, Metissa seemed like nothing more than a cunning little girl.

"Luckily, it’s not a Hellhound Lord," Brandon interjected. "This one’s upper-tier silver rank. As long as you’re careful, it shouldn’t be a problem. Watch out for its breath attack."

"Are you offering me advice?" Kulan frowned, catching on quickly.

"I just don’t want to rescue another person," Brandon shot back.

"Hmph. You haven’t seen my true strength yet," Kulan muttered, hand resting on his sword hilt. "You’d do better to worry about yourself."

Kulan’s words carried an undercurrent of frustration. This aged swordmaster had indeed been having a string of bad luck today. Just as he’d prepared to act earlier, the earthquake interrupted him. Then, without warning, Metissa ambushed him, nearly leaving him buried alive in the mine collapse—an embarrassing fate for a seasoned gold-rank warrior.

Even injured, he was confident in handling an upper-tier silver-rank monster. After all, at the same tier, intelligent beings far surpassed beasts, monsters, or low-level demons in terms of techniques beyond raw strength.

The elder had already decided to vent his frustrations on these lesser foes.

Turning to Brandon, he added, "Shall I save someone for you?"

"No thanks," Brandon quickly declined, thinking the old man was asking for trouble. The challenge level in the Arena of Destiny increased with each round. This time it was a Cerberus hound; next time, it might be a mountain giant.

Kulan snorted, seemingly displeased with Brandon’s lack of faith in him. "What’s your name, boy?" he suddenly asked.

Brandon, distracted by the arena, answered reflexively, "Su... Brandon." Realizing what he’d said, he stared at Kulan suspiciously. "Why? Are you planning to remember my name so you can settle scores later?"

To his surprise, the elder didn’t flare up as expected. Instead, he repeated the name twice—"Brandon, Brandon..."—then offered a mysterious smile, leaving the matter unresolved.

Kulan’s reaction caught Brandon completely off guard. Uneasy, he placed a hand on his sword, wary of any sudden moves. Trouble in the Arena of Destiny was the last thing they needed.

Meanwhile, the situation in the arena had already changed. Cinnabar surrendered outright before the Cerberus hound could break free from its chains. In a flash of white light, she was transported to a nearby cage.

"Cinnabar!" Yuta exclaimed, watching her companion step into the cage. The fiery red hair reminded her of her younger sister. Concerned, she asked, "Why didn’t you fight?"

"I’m sorry... I’m injured," the red-haired girl replied, her expression somber.

Yuta frowned. "You don’t understand the rules here. Every additional person makes it harder for those who come after to rescue us." She sighed despondently. "But it doesn’t matter. Whether that young noble will save us is another question altogether. Nobles won’t risk their lives..."

Sinking into despair, she sat in the corner of the cage. More than herself, she worried about her mercenary company. If anything happened to her here, Clencia and Frein wouldn’t hesitate to absorb her group into theirs.

But Cinnabar remained silent. Grasping the iron bars, she stared in Brandon’s direction. For some reason, she knew he would save them.

Not just her, but Yuta as well.

At that moment, Brandon watched as the elderly Kulan strode confidently into the arena. Sword in hand, he faced the Cerberus hound fearlessly. Just before stepping onto the field, however, he turned back to Brandon.

"Hmph, arrogant brat of . Let me show you what true swordsmanship looks like. Maybe it’ll keep your ego in check."

Hearing this, Brandon froze.

Because Tobbs was the name of his grandfather.

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