[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda":3,"chapter-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-112":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","VISION GRID SYSTEM: THE COMEBACK OF RYOMA TAKEDA",{"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},730566,969,"Chapter 112: Mercy of the Cruel King","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>It’s unsportsmanlike from Ryoma, hammering Noguchi while he offers the glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd reacts in a messy blur, some gasp, some cheer, some laugh in disbelief. But no one protests. Not the stands, not the blue corner, not even the referee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blue corner, Maruyama buries his face in his hands, desperate. His fingers dig into his temples, nails whitening. He wants to complain, to find a way to spit fire at referees and commissions. But here his voice dies in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This... isn’t fair...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what can he say? Was it dirty? Of course, it’s ethically filthy. But a foul? No. Ryoma hasn’t broken a rule. The ref had resumed the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each fighter should always protect themselve in the ring. But Noguchi pushed his luck too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Noguchi already racking up fouls, Maruyama has no ground to stand on. He feels that bitter truth sink in his chest, heavier than the punch itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ring, the referee just blinks, Adam’s apple bobbing hard. His eyes flick to the commission table, then snap back to Ryoma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ryoma is already in the neutral corner, arms loose at his sides, glare fixed on the ref like a knife pressed to the throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are you waiting for?\" Ryoma barks. \"Start the count, stupid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ref falters. \"D... down...\" His hand wavers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma narrows his eyes, watching the HUD in his Vision Grid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Four...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the referee raises five fingers, Ryoma’s system clock already shows eight. The count is crawling, deliberately slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma scowls. \"Why don’t you help him up too? So I can punish him even more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Noguchi stirs. Knees dig into the canvas. The ref halts the count before he’s even on his feet. He crouches over him, lifting Noguchi’s gloves, steadying him like a crutch while pretending to check his condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noguchi’s face twists, anger buried under fog. His lips barely move. \"...Y...yes...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ref nods, holding him longer, tugging at his gloves. \"Step forward. Show me you’re fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noguchi staggers a half-step, legs wobbling, arms trembling just to keep a guard. He’s still half-conscious, barely upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd murmurs, tension spilling in waves. Some chant for a TKO, others gasp at the delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the referee straightens, chops his hand through the air, and waves it on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Box!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commentators pounce, voices colliding with the roar of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unbelievable... Noguchi’s even standing after that barrage!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But look at him, he’s barely holding up. His legs don’t look steady at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The question now... can Noguchi survive over a minute like this, or is Ryoma about to finish what he started?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the ring, Noguchi’s mask has cracked. The ugly grin that carried him through earlier rounds is gone, leaving only a hollow shell. His eyes glaze over, glassy and unfocused, as if he’s staring at something far behind the ropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His guard trembles in front of him, not a defense but a puppet’s arms held aloft by invisible strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees won’t lock; they bend and sag, swaying under his weight like a tower ready to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd senses something wrong with him. The roar dulls into a restless rumble, the kind of noise that hangs between excitement and pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, Noguchi, keep your hands up!\" someone yells, voice cracking with desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice cuts sharper, crueler: \"He’s done! Just stop it already!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Noguchi just stands there, suspended in a cruel moment, maybe praying the bell will save him, maybe praying Ryoma will end it quick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ryoma doesn’t rush. His gloves stay low, his steps deliberate. He stalks, not charges, as if savoring every inch of ground between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vision Grid scans, cold text scrolling across his senses, and a voice pings in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The verdict is absolute. Noguchi cannot last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma exhales through his nose and takes a slow step, not forward but sideways. The crowd murmurs, restless, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One commentator blurts out, \"What’s this? Is Ryoma holding back? Showing mercy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cuts in, \"Or is he about to do what he did to Kanzaki, drag it out, toy with him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Ryoma’ Vision Grid offers a new prompt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ryoma sees Noguchi like this, his mind flickers back to his own misery, his previous life. The same Noguchi, battering him, breaking him down until he could barely stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that bitter loss, the images haunted him, not just in sleep, but in daylight too. Waking or dreaming, he kept replaying it; what he should’ve done, what he wished he could’ve done, how badly he wanted to do such and such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, here he stands, having a second chance, the very moment where he can return every ounce of that resentment. But the system now tells him to show mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma clicks his tongue, and then flicks his eyes to the blue corner, calling out, voice low but clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Protect your fighter! Pull him out before I break him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Maruyama only scowls, hatred burning back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s jaw tightens. He turns and approaches Noguchi with measured steps, flicking out a few testing jabs against the trembling guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma drives a straight right directly onto the guard. Noguchi’s arms sag under the impact, his body pitching against the ropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma exhales. \"Fine...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He begins to mix his punches, compact, precise, threading through gaps in the wilted defense. A hook snaps the chin, a shovel hook digs low, another cross splits the guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He isn’t throwing bombs. These are sharp, clean shots, enough to end the fight without destruction, something that may force the ref to stop it with TKO.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma even pauses mid-combination, throwing his hands out wide toward the ref, palms up, and then pointing at Noguchi with a sharp jab of his glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s finished! Stop it already, ref!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ref should stop it. Everyone knows it. But even as more than ten punches slip through unanswered, the man in black does nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noguchi’s head jerks back, his body sagging, only the ropes holding him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it...\" Ryoma snarls. \"Don’t blame me if he’s broken after this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plants his feet, hips twisting as he loads something heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when the ref finally steps in. Not to wave it off, but to pry Ryoma back and shout out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Standing knockdown!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena howls in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the ref just starts the count, or perhaps, saving Noguchi by giving him more time to rest with slow counting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s glare cuts across the ring, cold and sharp, locking on Maruyama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you waiting for?! Look at him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maruyama is shaking, but makes the decision anyway, throwing the towel into the ring. And the crowd erupts, half in relief, half in thunderous release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up in the booth, the commentators shout over the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There it is! Finally, it’s over!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And did you see Ryoma? He practically begged the referee to stop it earlier. No toying this time, no cruelty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The so-called ’Cruel King’... for the first time, showing mercy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1185,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","748d2109186ea7b398a3b4c8df55ea1cc5864b3ff83f62098652d6c4e385a132","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-113","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-111",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]