[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rise-of-the-villain-in-a-world-ruled-by-anomalie":3,"chapter-rise-of-the-villain-in-a-world-ruled-by-anomalie-rise-of-the-villain-in-a-world-ruled-by-anomalie-chapter-14":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Rise Of The Villain : In a World Ruled By Anomalies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},691509,926,"Chapter 14 : Trouble Everywhere","rise-of-the-villain-in-a-world-ruled-by-anomalie-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>Morning came quietly over Arcania.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft light filtered through the hotel curtains, painting the room in pale gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur stretched, yawned, and rolled out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he stepped into the shower. Warm water cascaded over his head and shoulders, washing away the last traces of sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he stepped out, he felt clear and awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed into training clothes—simple black athletic pants, a fitted dark gray training shirt that hugged his frame just enough to show definition without being too tight, and lightweight combat shoes designed for high-mobility movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was still slightly damp, falling across his forehead in messy strands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phone in hand, he made his way down to the hotel’s Awakener training facility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entrance was guarded by a mana scanner and a sleek terminal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur first tapped his hand as the scanner identified him as an F-ranker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he tapped his phone against the pad, paid the fee for using the traning facility, and watched the confirmation light turn green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The training facility was massive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weighted mannequins lined one side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat rings, elemental chambers, treadmills enchanted for speed and gravity adjustment—everything an Awakener could need was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Arthur stepped inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparring slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversations stopped mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked a few steps in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes followed him from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some froze mid-punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others paused mid-stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...What the hell?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their looks weren’t hostile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were... mesmerized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of girls broke away from a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One walked straight toward him, cheeks slightly pink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey,\" she said, smiling shyly. \"Um... do you maybe have a number I can contact you on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another girl slid in from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you free tonight?\" she asked boldly. \"We’re going out after training. You should come with us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m training tomorrow evening too,\" she said. \"If you want... we can spar together and then have dinner?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur’s eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What the hell... is this—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely had time to process that before several boys approached too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them scratched his cheek awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bro, you free later?\" he asked. \"We’ve got a private practice group, maybe we can... y’know, hang out after?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One even licked his lips sending a chill down arthurs spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you new here?\" he asked. \"We should grab a drink sometime.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brain stalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Is this... a mind control ability? Are they being controlled?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a half step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, what the hell is going on...\" he muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Are they under some kind of influence?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system’s voice suddenly rang in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Oh boy... oh boy... I made a mistake. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur’s eyebrow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What did you do,’ he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Just go back to your room now. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\" Arthur hissed under his breath. \"What the hell is happening?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ I will tell you after. Just hurry, before they start fighting over you. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all he needed to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, I just remembered something urgent,\" he blurted, slipping through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Questions followed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, wait—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least give me your name—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have a girlfriend—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur tore himself free, weaving between Awakeners, practically sprinting toward the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burst out of the training facility, heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t stop until he reached his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the door open, slammed it shut behind him, and locked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huff... huff...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned against the door, catching his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’You better have a damn good explanation for what just happened, you idiotic system,’ he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Host, do you remember how I told you when we first met that I didn’t come with many useful features like other Systems, aside from stealing? ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, I remember,\" Arthur said aloud. \"What, do you want me to feel guilty because you’re a weakling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Would you listen to me first. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright. Speak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ The thing is... ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system’s tone turned awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ In exchange for not having flashy combat modules or growth shortcuts like other Systems, I was given something else—no conventional limits. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ For example: the Charm stat in most Systems cannot exceed 99. That is considered the mortal limit. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Luck also cannot be increased. It remains the same as the day the host is born. Other Systems are bound by these caps. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Now... do you see where I am going with this. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding slammed into Arthur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Charm stat... is 110,\" he said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat rolled down his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veins popped on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why,\" he asked through gritted teeth, \"didn’t you tell me that yesterday?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ I... may have forgotten in the excitement, ] the system admitted. [ And by the time I remembered, you had already raised your Charm beyond mortal norms. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur’s jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He inhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, he was about to explode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stopped himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged a hand down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Let’s calm down,\" he muttered. \"There is always a solution for every problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’First problem of the day,’ he thought dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Figure out how not to get mobbed to death by horny admirers.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur sat on the bed, still replaying the disaster at the training hall. His hair clung slightly to his forehead; frustration simmered beneath his calm expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system’s voice broke the silence, sounding hesitant but upbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was silent for a moment then~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Look on the bright side host. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur stared blankly at the ceiling. \"What bright side in all this you bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Now every girl wants you... you lucky duck. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur’s eye twitched. He sat up sharply. \"Did you forget the boys licking their lips too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ I’m sorry. It will never happen again. Please Just look over it. (>.\u003C) ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur exhaled slowly and rubbed his face. \"Forget it. I was also an idiot for increasing that stat without thinking about the effects.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system spoke again, its tone turning thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Why don’t you use an artifact to reduce your Charm stat? There should be many in this world’s artifact shops. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur blinked, then nodded slightly. \"You’re right... that’s actually a good idea. I’m surprised you though if it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ What does that mean. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur ignored the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took out his phone and started scrolling through online marketplaces that specialized in magical artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening his shop interface, he filtered through hundreds of available items, narrowing the list to those affecting Charm. After a few seconds, one item drew his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ Bracelet of Disfavor (E-Rank)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Type: Artifact (Cursed)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Effect:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charm −20\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Description:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those near the wearer feel instinctive unease. Persuasion and seduction become significantly harder, and Charm-based effects fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once equipped, it cannot be removed by the user himself. }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twenty thousand dollars for this?\" Arthur muttered, eyebrow twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his jaw, sighed through his nose, and pressed purchase. \"Whatever. Better than being hunted by walking hormones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, his phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, your delivery has arrived at the front desk,\" an attendant said politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur threw on a jacket put on a mask on his face, descended , and signed for a small black package. Returning to his room as if he was running, he tore it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay a simple matte-black bracelet etched with faint gray cracks. Its surface was cold — too cold — almost as if rejecting warmth itself. The instant it touched his wrist, a faint pulse rippled through the air. The atmosphere thickened; an invisible pressure settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur’s breath hitched. It really did feel cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... I can’t remove it by myself, huh?\" he whispered, lips curling faintly. \"Doesn’t matter. I’m not planning to anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Show my Charm stat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A translucent window materialized in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charm: 110 (−20) ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" he said simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood, straightened his collar, and left the room quietly. His steps echoed in the hallway as he returned to the training facility, far more cautious this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Arthur entered the wide hall again, a few people naturally turned their heads. But unlike before, no one approached like hungry animals on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared a few seconds — curiosity, surprise, maybe lingering interest. Girls who met his gaze flushed and looked away; boys scoffed under their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch. Damn pretty boys,\" one muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur sighed in relief. \"Good... people didn’t turn into zombies this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked straight to the training-bot section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows of humanoid combat units lined the walls — sleek, rune-inscribed, their alloy frames humming faintly with compressed mana. A control panel stood at the center, illuminated with adjustable settings:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Styles: Boxing, Kickboxing, Swordsmanship, Spear, MMA, etc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Level: 1–10 — Higher levels define greater speed, coordination, and tactical awareness.}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur scanned the menu. \"Let’s try... F-rank, Level 5. Style: Kickboxing. Let’s see how I’ll do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ Don’t you only know boxing? ] the system asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur smirked. \"My coach taught me boxing... but he was a kickboxer at heart. He only gave me the basics about kicking though.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ And the rest? ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled. \"I learned it watching him practice alone so the rest I picked up myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The console beeped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ Configuration accepted. Initializing F-Rank training bot: 1 unit level-5. }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single bot’s eyes glowed blue as it activated, its stance crisp and balanced. The floor panels vibrated as it readied itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin,\" the facility system announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur watched closely — relaxed stance, breathing steady. The bot surged forward with a jab aimed at his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I can see it...’ Arthur thought, gaze sharpening. ’Unlike last time, when that purple-haired girl planted her fist in my gut... this time, I can see it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped his head aside. The jab brushed past, harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur’s right fist lashed out instantly, twisting through the motion. His knuckles struck the bot’s stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bot’s body launched backward, crashing into the reinforced wall, sparks exploding across its torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match timer froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Combat concluded. Winner: Participant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur blinked at the sparking wreckage. \"Did... it just get defeated in one punch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ What did you expect, Host. ] The system’s voice carried a teasing note. [ Your stats are higher than an F-ranker’s. ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur scratched his chin. \"You’re right. Let’s try something stronger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned to the console. \"This time, E-rank. Difficulty Level 7. Number of units... five.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The console beeped again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ Configuration accepted. Initializing five E-Rank training bots. }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All five bots activated — their alloy exoskeletons slightly bulkier, energy cores humming brighter. They surrounded him, forming a half-moon formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur rolled his shoulders, exhaling. \"Alright... let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bots charged simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur dodged the first jab, deflecting a cross — but a second bot’s low kick slammed into his shin. He grit his teeth and checked the blow, redirecting it with a counter low kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gh—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third bot rushed from his flank. He slid sideways, brought his leg uptight, and slammed a kick into its temple. Sparks flew as it staggered. He grabbed its head and kneed its torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another bot swung a head kick; Arthur ducked low, pivoted, and threw a roundhouse to its ribs. The metallic clang echoed across the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining three attacked together — jabs, hooks, and flying kicks. Arthur intercepted, blocking with tight guardwork, weaving in close and countering with precise strikes. Blow by blow, he read their rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crossed punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A counter-hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knee to the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kick to the mid section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a roundhouse kick to the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all five fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ Match concluded. Winner: Participant. }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur blew out a breath, chest rising and falling. \"Five E-rank Level 7 bots... Not bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise had drawn attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other Awakeners drifted toward the observation glass. Wide eyes and hushed whispers spread like fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s that kid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Check his rank.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A staff member glanced at the terminal. \"F-rank. That’s what he showed during registration.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An awkward silence lingered. Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"F-rank?!\" someone blurted. \"He’s fighting E-rank Level 7 bots like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversations buzzed alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has he signed with a guild?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Doesn’t seem like it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then maybe we should get to him first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Awakeners exchanged ambitious glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The training hall doors slid open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair was a soft, pastel pink that fell to her shoulders in loose waves, framing a flawless face with sharp, cool gray eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a black sports bra and fitted high-waist training leggings that hugged a lean, toned figure—every line of muscle defined without being bulky, every movement confident and fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearby staff scrambled immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-Miss Yuna! You should’ve told us you were coming earlier!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuna’s cold gaze flicked to them. \"Why would I need to inform you guys,\" she asked coldly, \"to step into my own hotel’s training facility?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff paled instantly. \"N-No, Miss, we didn’t mean—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wasn’t listening anymore. Her gaze followed everyone else’s—to the combat some of the traning facility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s going on there?\" she asked, voice icy but curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A boy at F-rank is fighting E-rank bots,\" one employee answered. \"And he’s... holding his own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuna scoffed lightly. \"Holding his own against one E-rank training bot? Hardly impressive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff shook his head nervously. \"It’s not one, Miss. He’s fought five at once and defeated them all. All set at Level 7.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Yuna stop. \"Five... Level 7?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped toward the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Arthur reset the console.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" he said, rolling his neck. \"I’ve adjusted to it. Increase the number... to seven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ Configuration updated. Initializing seven E-Rank units. }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground vibrated faintly as two more activated, joining the five still standing. The bots spread around him, encircling him from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ Begin } said the mechanical voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’His footwork is decent,’ she thought. ’Guard’s a bit raw, but his instincts are there. For F-rank, this is... interesting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bots attacked together — flanking patterns overlapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur met them head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged the first hook, parried two strikes—but a low kick slammed into his thigh. He grunted, twisting and counterattacking with a sidekick, but another punch connected from the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spinning roundhouse kick caught his ribs—pain exploding through his torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled with the impact, hitting the mat, trying to rise—but a follow-up barrage overwhelmed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In perfect sync, all seven bots swarmed, delivering a rain of strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blows hammered his ribs, arms, and guard before one slipped through—cracking against his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur dropped to his knees. The a voice chimed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{ Match concluded. RESULT : Loss of the Participant }\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay flat on the floor, chest heaving. \"That... was a bad idea,\" he groaned weakly. \"Ahh... I’m going to feel it tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the observation glass, many Awakeners laughed good-loudly but without any malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s nuts,\" one said, grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But damn, that’s some reflexes for an F-rank,\" another replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuna’s gray eyes softened just slightly. Watching Arthur wipe sweat from his brow, she smirked. \"A cute and vicious one, huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression turned intent. She pulled out her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All three of you,\" she said coldly when the line connected, \"come to the hotel training facility. Right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be a minute late,\" she added flatly, \"and you’ll get 3 times of extra training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ended the call with a soft click, eyes never leaving Arthur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ring, Arthur pushed himself up, clenching his sore jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unaware—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already caught a predator’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>",2637,"2026-06-02T09:14:48.970Z",1,"novelbin.me","501bb9589967d60b631ca05a6f43c74fb4fe6df4b1149a1ad83ca783b59f7847","rise-of-the-villain-in-a-world-ruled-by-anomalie-chapter-15","rise-of-the-villain-in-a-world-ruled-by-anomalie-chapter-13",140,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frise-of-the-villain-in-a-world-ruled-by-anomalie-cover.jpg"]