Chapter 11 'Winning Doesn't Lead To Happiness'

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Winning in life is everything for everyone. It means being rich and living life to its fullest. But what if I told you that not many will succeed in that path called success. I've already accepted the fact that happiness comes from your soul and not from your bank account. Don't get me wrong, having money is everything but having a soul that feels happiness is the most difficult thing to achieve in this lifetime -

(Picture above is Duyon)

Duyon's POV

We walked through the halls on our way to the big ring. I wore my hood so no one could see my face. We were really in Blitz Blue, which is exactly what I had in mind when I woke up in the empty dark room.

I had warmed up my muscles after all the exercise I did inside the room he left me in because I couldn't do anything else. I was ready to finish this so that I could go back home without causing any problems. The biggest question is, can I really win the fight against the person I'm going to fight with later on? 

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling nervous. Back in the day when I fought in the ring one thing was very clear. I didn't fight to get famous or get rich. It wasn't about winning at all, but about the fun time, I had while fighting. Of course, getting money for the things you enjoy is a blessing, but my focus was never to get rich but to get by with the money I get each fight. 

People would call me crazy if they knew what was going on in my head while fighting. I liked fighting and I finally felt at home somewhere. The ring was my own land, that I needed to survive. Because of fighting, I felt alive when I was in my darkest place in life.

''We are here, tonight you will fighting inside this ring'' John said while looking straight to the ring in front of us.

The large room was full of people, it was estimated that there were about 2000 people. I never expected so many people to come and see streetfighting. Back in the day, it was more underground than it was now. 

Two men were fighting. Everyone was screaming and yelling at the two of them. One of them was completely covered in blood.

''Can fighters use weapons?'' I asked him in a hard tone. I remembered the time when Thunder stabbed me and took me by surprise. Streetfighting is not about weapons but about how strong you are as a person.

''No, weapons are illegal to use. If the fighters will use any kind of weapon they will be removed from the ring and taken to the police. The police will handle them personally'' John said in a serious tone while keeping his eyes on the fighters.

So even the police are helping the underground scene? It's no wonder that the police are keeping an eye on the underground streetfighting scene. But helping them is weird.

''Do you have connections with the police?'' I asked him in a hard tone. He finally turned his face towards me. ''I worked for the police for five years before I become a full-time actor. The police are my good friends, that's why everyone is obeying the rules without any trouble'' He said with a grin.

I was taken aback by his confession. That's why I felt a weird aura around him. I could see from his face that he was not afraid of anything. The reason is that he has strong connections with the police force.

''When will my fight begin?'' I asked him in a calm tone. I felt more at ease the longer I looked at the big ring.

''15 minutes'' He replied back after looking at his watch.

When my time comes and the people in the audience start to notice that Nameless is back for the last time to fight. Then I'll show you who and what Nameless can do.

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