"No way?"
"What do you mean by 'Gladiator Arena mode'?"
Eden was stunned. He had just resolved the Teen Team's problem, and before he could even catch his breath, this damned system started acting up again.
"The calm before the storm, truly."
"After a week of peace, all sorts of troubles have started to emerge one after another."
Eden's brows were tightly furrowed.
"Master, you are not the only successor chosen by Lord OBA."
"Besides you, Lord OBA has countless other successors across the entire Omniverse."
"Currently, your score ranking among these successors is 189,236,713."
The system explained.
"So?"
"If OBA's successors aren't unique, does that mean your system isn't unique either?"
Eden asked, puzzled.
"This system is, of course, unique."
The system immediately answered Eden's question.
"Firstly, Lord OBA enjoys seeing his successors compete against each other to determine the true first, who will then successfully inherit everything from him."
"Secondly, this system, in order to allow the Master to successfully inherit everything from Lord OBA, has prematurely opened the Gladiator Arena. In other words, it's a backdoor."
The system continued to explain.
"Are you saying?!"
Eden's eyes narrowed slightly. He always felt that this damned system was up to something again.
"Yes, just as the Master thought!"
"This system will pull everyone in the Omniverse who has a chance of being chosen by Lord OBA into the Gladiator Arena, allowing the Master to kill them, thereby reducing your potential opponents in the Omniverse."
The system added.
"So, can I not participate in this Gladiator Arena?"
"If I must participate, what are the rules?"
Eden continued to ask.
Well, to be honest, Eden didn't want to inherit everything from OBA at all. He wasn't interested in destruction, annihilation, or imparting anything.
Alright, imparting might be worth considering.
Ahem.
"The Gladiator Arena is mandatory, once a month."
"Normally, successors with higher scores will traverse to the universe of successors with lower scores to hunt them."
"But you have the protection of this system, so all rules are set by us."
"By the way, the score does not represent strength; rather, it indicates how many things have been done to please Lord OBA."
The system continued to explain.
"So, the more monstrous a person is, the higher his ranking in OBA's heart, right?"
Eden understood.
"Correct answer."
The system prompted.
"Alright, since I can't avoid it, at least tell me the first activation time of the Gladiator Arena, so I can prepare myself mentally."
Eden continued to haggle with the system.
"5."
The system's prompt sounded in response.
"Five?"
"Five days? Five hours? It can't be five minutes, can it?"
Eden was stunned, his heart tightening.
"...4, 3, 2, 1!"
Just as Eden was thinking, a row of numbers lit up before his eyes.
"Damn it."
Eden couldn't help but curse. He never expected the countdown to be a damned five seconds.
"Buzz!"
With a roar, Eden instantly vanished from his bed.
At the same time, a flood of information poured into Eden's mind.
"Because it is the first gladiatorial match."
"This system has selected the most suitable opponent for you, just to let you warm up."
"Mission objective: Hunt down Homelander, the leader of The Seven."
"You are currently in the office of The Seven."
At the same time.
Vought Tower.
The Seven were holding a celebration for the new member, Starlight, joining them.
"Buzz!"
Then, everyone only heard a roar, and saw a young man wearing pajamas and slippers appear abruptly in the conference room.
That young man was naturally Eden.
"Who are you?!"
Among them, The Deep, the Aquaman knock-off, looked at Eden, who had intruded into the conference room, and couldn't help but ask, "This is the conference room of The Seven. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed! Even if you're a fan of The Seven, it's not allowed."
Apparently, The Deep mistook Eden for an avid fan of The Seven.
"Damn it, how did this guy get in? I had my pants off."
At this moment, Train Head, the fastest person present, quickly pulled up his pants and glared at Eden, clearly upset that Eden had ruined his good time.
"What did you just see?"
Homelander glared at Eden, his eyes glowing crimson as he spoke, asking.
"Since he discovered the secrets of The Seven, he cannot be allowed to leave."
At this point, Train Head added.
"Is this the comic book version of The Seven?"
As Eden spoke, he gently twisted his neck, making 'crunch, crunch' sounds.
"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."
At the same time, Eden looked at the thirty-second countdown of the Gladiator Arena above his head, and had a plan.
"I didn't expect this Gladiator Arena to be just like a game, even having an opening countdown."
Eden muttered inwardly.
"Kid, tell me immediately, who sent you!"
Homelander soared into the air, swiftly appearing before Eden, and asked furiously.
"...Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen..."
In response, Eden continued to silently count the Gladiator Arena's countdown.
"Can't you hear what I'm saying, kid!"
Homelander raised his voice. It was the first time he had been ignored so completely.
"Calm down, Homelander."
"This kid might be scared senseless by you."
"He might just be our fan."
At this point, The Deep stepped forward and interjected.
Perhaps because Eden's pajamas had a whale pattern on them, The Deep mistook him for his fan.
"Shut up! You fish-f***ing bastard, you have no right to speak to me like that."
"No one in The Seven can question my decisions."
Responding to The Deep was Homelander's furious retort.
"Uh."
Homelander's single sentence immediately made The Deep quiet.
"...Five, four, three, two, one."
As for Eden, he still ignored Homelander. In the depths of his own mind, he silently counted the last few numbers.
"Kid!"
"Are you mute?"
"If you're mute, I don't see why your head needs to exist."
At once, Homelander's eyes glowed crimson. His patience had reached its limit, and he swore to utterly pulverize the kid who had ignored him.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!"
However, what answered Homelander was an even hotter heat vision than his own. That immense energy directly pierced Homelander's eyes, burning out his brain.
"Thud!"
Then, Homelander, whose head had been blown off by Eden, instantly collapsed to the ground, spilling a pool of crimson. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the conference room.
"I was waiting for the system's countdown. What were you waiting for? To die?"
"Also, in front of a true Kryptonian like me, why are you still pretending to be Superman?!"
Eden looked at Homelander, whom he had instantly killed, and said coldly.
"Oh my God!"
"Are you kidding me?"
"The invincible Homelander was actually killed?"
"This kid is just like Homelander, a super-powered individual!"
The moment Eden instantly killed Homelander, the entire conference room of The Seven erupted in chaos. Everyone looked at Eden with expressions of disbelief.
"Mission accomplished."
"Returning to the main world in approximately five seconds."
"Five, four..."
It was also after Eden instantly killed Homelander that the system's countdown sounded in his mind again.
"Five seconds?"
"With my current speed, that's pretty much enough."
"Even if a few are left, it doesn't matter!"
"Kill as many as I can; this also counts as eliminating scourges for the people."
As Eden spoke, his gaze swept over The Seven in the conference room, which was a weakened, knock-off version of the Justice League, even more of a knock-off than the Global Guardians in Eden's world.
Eden decided to take the opportunity to eliminate these scum as well.
Eden had no hesitation in eliminating these scumbags from The Seven; he was simply eliminating a group of pests.