From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

As they approached Court 13, Ty couldn't help but seek confirmation, though the answer was clear. "So I guess this is where we are meant to stay?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Kern, walking ahead with a touch of sarcasm, responded without turning back. "Well, can't you read? It says 13, so of course it's the right one." As he stepped into the court, a strange sensation bubbled up within him. He halted, placing a hand over his chest to discern what felt off.

"What the hell," he muttered, his confusion evident.

Rosana, following closely behind, felt it too. Her ears perked up as she gripped her chest, looking around in bewilderment. "Oh, I have that weird feeling that I just stepped in a bubble also. What is this?"

As Ty, John, and Gisorn entered, they each acknowledged feeling the same bizarre effect, a consensus that was interrupted by a loud slam noise echoing from across the courtyard, about 50 feet from the entrance.

Curious, Ty's attention was drawn to the source of the noise. "It looks like one of those makeshift bars you'd see in Hawaii, neat," he thought to himself as he observed a man sitting on a chair, leisurely sipping from a giant wooden mug with bits of tree branches sticking out of it.

As Ty's gaze shifted from the makeshift bar, he took in the broader scope of Court 13. Directly surrounding the area, he saw zones designated for various preparations. The court was divided into functional areas, each tailored for specific needs.

Closest to him, a series of mats and training equipment were laid out, creating an extensive area for physical workouts. There were punching bags, free weights, and tethered resistance bands arranged for strength training, alongside agility ladders and low hurdles for speed drills.

Beyond the training section, Ty noticed a quieter zone equipped for rest and recovery. Several cots and hammocks were set up, each paired with a personal locker and shaded by temporary canopies to provide respite from the harsher elements of the environment. This area also featured a small medical station, stocked with first aid supplies and recovery tools like foam rollers and ice packs.

To the left, a dining area was organized, with long tables covered in a spread of nutritional options—from carbohydrate-rich pastas and breads to proteins like grilled chicken and fish, alongside fruits and vegetables. This setup ensured that they could maintain energy levels and proper nutrition as they prepared for the competition. But there was mention they would bring a last diner meal soon.

Each section of the court was thoughtfully designed to offer maximum functionality while maintaining a sense of privacy and separation from other teams. High green hedges and portable screens divided the areas, providing both aesthetic appeal and practical seclusion.

Ty finished looking around and watched as the man spun around in his chair, exclaiming loudly, "Oh thank goodness you're okay, my darling! I heard about the Black Bulls attack and was for sure you got into trouble for killing them!!"

Ty glanced over to Rosana, noting that this man was covered in patches of dark fur much like Rosana when she got angsty.

Rosana shook her head and responded, "Thank you for— Wait, you thought I was going to kill them?! Uncle, that makes no damn sense at all, and what are you even doing here?! Where is Father?"

The man's expression changed from cheerfulness to a drop of sadness as he replied, "Not good, but don't worry, everything will be okay on that front. But I have stepped in as your mentor for the last couple of hours before you win the Arena of life!"

Rosana's focus narrowed to the one thing that mattered to her in that moment. "What happened to Father?!" she demanded, bypassing all other details her uncle had just shared. Experience tales with empire

"I wish I could tell you," her uncle replied as he stood up from the chair. Ty observed him closely, noting his bulky stature that reminded him of a boar in human form. He was dressed in dark clothes with a hood similar to Rosana's.

Rosana gasped as she watched her uncle stand up, using crutches to support himself. It was then she noticed he was missing his right leg, and his left was wrapped in numerous bandages.

He tried to reassure her, smiling despite the evident pain. "Don't worry, it's been a while since the attack, and I'm fine now. Actually, I'm better than fine—I even managed to unlock my third skill during the attack," he said with a robust smile.

Rosana's concern remained. "I don't care about any of that—well, I do, that's cool and all, but what attacked you?!"

While they continued their intense conversation, Ty's attention briefly drifted. He spotted a streak of silver beyond the bar area. His gaze shifted, and he noticed Lt. Daemon on a cot in the corner, asleep with a straw hat covering his face. Ty's mind raced, piecing together the scene, aware of the underlying tensions and secrets that were slowly coming to light.

As Ty approached Lt. Daemon, the man Rosana was speaking with called out to him, his voice carrying a mix of warning and concern. "Aye, Demon Boy, don't go getting my niece killed. It sucks she had to be in a team when most arenas are just various death battles, but if you value your life, you will treat her with care!"

Ty gave a brief smirk, acknowledging the comment with a nod but choosing not to engage further. He continued past the burly man, his focus fixed on Lt. Daemon.

Reaching the cot, Ty nudged the sleeping figure lightly. "Aye, wake up old man, where's JJ? I thought for sure you'd drag her along somehow or way."

Lt. Daemon's response came with a characteristic smirk as he lifted the straw hat from his face. "You know me so well, you think?" he quipped, shifting to a more serious tone. "I told her not to come and to focus on her studies. She was excited about some breakthrough she found, though it made her a bit sad. She wouldn't tell me what it was but had a handful of books."

"Regardless of that, I assume the funds she sent you came in handy a bit already?" he asked, shifting the conversation back to Ty's immediate circumstances.

"Yes, though there was a hard cap on me for about 50,000 and then the team's total was right at 75,000," Ty explained, settling beside the lieutenant. "I heard you had some trouble getting here, had some fighting with Rebels?"