Live Broadcast Location: Eclipse Street Arena Training Hall – Morleus Town
Match Time: Morning 10th Hour
Bracket 7 – Semifinal 1
Luci Avero Fet vs Helfa
Commentator Feed Active – Arena Scope Locked
Dirak
Mayor of Morleus & 9-Year Undefeated Champion
Young, white-skinned, sleek black backplate armor with two digital AI dragon swords
Brisk
Veteran Tactician
Tall, black-skinned, silver white hair, formal battle robe
Maertrata
Head of Poktia Arena Society
Green-haired woman with gold-blue eyes, sharp tactical gaze
Match Begins — Cage Activation: LIVE
Helfa enters in a blazing red suit, wielding her AI sythe:
"Red Blade — system: engage."
Her stance is fluid, hovering with aggressive control.
Lucifer steps forward, wearing his crimson combat suit with gradient hair—blue fading to snowy white. The Phoenix Bow glows on his arm, synced with his Perex watch.
"Phoenix AI — Core Protocol: Burst Phase."
Combat Highlights:
Helfa launches strikes from every angle—diagonal swipes, air lunges, spinning vaults. Lucifer pivots, kicks off the cage wall, goes airborne. Helfa counters mid-air, swiping down and deflecting incoming arrows with taunt-locked shield reflexes. Lucifer loops behind her and fires again.
"Phoenix AI — continue burst."
The arena fills with explosive light. Arrows detonate mid-air, releasing high-intensity smoke screens.
Helfa leaps again—
But Lucifer matches her jump.
With his bow drawn, a single large phoenix arrow fires—burning blue, feathered with spectral light.
Impact: Arrow hits center mass, knocks Helfa against the cage wall.
She slumps, unconscious.
Announcement System:
"Winner — Luci Avero Fet!"
Bracket 7 Finalist — next match against Helfa concluded.
Helfa – Bracket 7 Contender
"I'm moving to Bracket 5 next. But I'll admit—this defeat stings."
"In past tournaments, I even beat Netco once. But this time... Luci Fet fooled me."
"At first, he looked like a standard archer. I underestimated him—dropped my guard, dropped my weapon."
"Then—airborne strike. Surprise. A burst I couldn't counter."
"That bow wasn't normal—it was Fet family treasure, and it clearly chose him."
Interview – Arena Champion & Mayor Dirak
"Luci Fet's performance? Stunning. His timing is elite, no doubt."
"But I sense overconfidence creeping in. That could cost him."
Mike Holder, Host:
"But sir, Luci already defeated Netco in their earlier match. Wouldn't he do it again?"
Dirak responds, measured:
"In Match 7, Netco wasn't serious. He held back—didn't use his main gear.
Now? He's fully equipped. I know Netco—he's evolved.
I beat him in the past, but even I see… this time, he's coming for blood."
"Luci must be careful. The final round at 3hr noon won't be like the qualifiers.
If he underestimates Netco again, this time it's Luci who'll be humbled."
Location:
Poktia Arena 108 — Eclipse Street Training Hall
Match Time: 3 Noon – Final Round of Bracket 7 Qualifier
Matchup: Luci Avero Fet vs Netco
Live Broadcast Commences
The arena hums with anticipation. The crowd surges. The judges—Dirak, Brisk, and Maertrata—watch from their elevated seats.
Combatants Enter
Netco rolls in on reinforced AI skates, wielding a deadly combination:
Left arm: curved blade weapon Right arm: rotating missile gatling launcher, AI-guided
He launches missiles randomly across the arena—💥 creating a Thunder Trap Matrix. Arcs of electricity ripple as the crowd gasps.
Lucifer, composed, fires a volley of arrows with precision. But Netco slices through them with his blade mid-motion.
"Game over!" Netco declares.
"AI Thunder Trap — full link."
The trap locks onto Lucifer—energy rings tightening.
Netco's Finishing Move Begins
He spins forward with bladed acceleration—aiming for the final slash.
But—
Lucifer ejects his boots mid-run and vaults above the cage, using the metal arc for momentum.
"Mist Arrow — launch."
A dense fog engulfs the space. Netco, unable to track visually, charges into the trap zone.
Lucifer descends from above—
"Phoenix Arrow — Split Protocol: Engage."
The phoenix arrow bursts into eight spectral shards, circling like fiery wings.
Impact:
Each arrow hits from a different direction.
Netco collapses mid-spin. The thunder trap short-circuits under him.
Crowd stunned. Systems quiet.
System Announcement:
"Winner of Bracket 7 Final: Luci Avero Fet."
"Advances to Bracket 1 — Qualifier Match 10 against Fatmo."
Anchor Feed Active:
"A miracle win! Phoenix AI strikes from all angles. Luci moves to the top tier!"
Location:
Poktia Arena – Trail Room 9X
Time: Post-Qualifier Transition – Awaiting Bracket 1 Entry
Lucifer stands alone, steam rising off his shoulders from the thunder trap aftermath. The room is quiet—until the door slides open.
Dirak enters, arms folded, his gaze like a scalpel. The former champion walks with authority.
"You think that was the real arena?" he scoffs.
"That was a beginner's showcase. A taste for newcomers. Brackets mean nothing here."
"The real arena breaks souls. You just sparred with bots in easy mode."
Lucifer grins, slow and deliberate.
"Then I'll make the former champ kneel in his own throne room," he replies.
"Your seeded moves? Rookie flair. Freestyle tricks without precision."
He steps forward, eyes gleaming with fire.
"Qualifier 1—there, you'll witness advanced mechanics. I'm done playing."
"Bye bye, Mr. Former Glory."
Viron, watching silently from the corner, raises an eyebrow.
Lucifer turns and speaks to him, voice cold as steel:
"See that arrogance? I'll tame it."
"Dirak will be my next teammate—and my next relic. I'm taking him from this world."
Dirak's smirk fades for half a second.
Location: Strategic Waiting Room – Bracket 1 Access Hall
Time Remaining Until Arena League Begins: 13 Days
Viron crosses his arms, watching Lucifer calibrate his arrow launcher for the next match. The room hums with quiet tension.
"You haven't touched a case in weeks," Viron says. "This isn't detective work—it's arena distraction. Why waste time?"
Lucifer doesn't flinch. He slides a boot blade into the wall charger and turns slowly.
"In thirteen days, I enter the arena league," he states.
"I win. I take the reward money. Then I start the Future Stoc Detective Agency—the first independent probe cell on Teratos Earth."
Viron frowns, unconvinced.
Lucifer continues, voice steady:
"There's no law enforcement here. No rules from our world. On Teratos Earth, reputation is our badge—and money opens every encrypted door."
"When I get my first contract, I start searching for my father... and Kuro. The missing train wasn't random. Everyone who vanished—could be right here."
He taps his datapad, flicking open a timeline.
"Two months. That's all I need. Once I solve even one high-profile case... I'll have the keys."
"So don't worry, Viron. This isn't delay. It's strategy."
Lucifer smirks as he loads his mist arrows.
Location Sequence:
Tomorrow, 10:00 hrs: Poktia Arena — Bracket 1 Qualifier MatchToday: Abandoned farm ➝ Retro Café ➝ Night return to the farm ➝ Sleeper train home
As the clock ticks down to the Bracket 1 Qualifier, the weight of silence grows heavier.
Lucifer stands beside Viron, gazing toward the industrial outskirts of Poktia.
"Let's take an hour at the abandoned farm," he says quietly.
"Then it's a five-hour shift at Retro Café—low-key surveillance work... keeps me sharp."
Viron nods without a word.
As night settles, they return to the farm, dew clinging to the steel fields. No threats. No strategy. Just wind and echo.
Lucifer glances at the distant train line, eyes reflecting forgotten neon.
"We'll sleep there tonight," he says. "Board the homebound rail at 09:00."
No more training. No more sparring.
Just calm before chaos.
System Broadcast Scheduled:
"Tomorrow, 10:00 hrs — Poktia Arena Bracket 1 Qualifier: Fatmo vs Luci Avero Fet."