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✨ Enjoy reading, may you feel the tension in this new chapter! ✨
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New Chapter – Darkness Putra
On the other side, Putra and his two friends walked through a narrow, dark alley. Towering buildings loomed on both sides, yet the alley itself was filthy, grimy, and reeked of a suffocating stench. The atmosphere was eerily silent, broken only by the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the damp walls.
Their steps halted before a small iron door. Above it, a chilling sign was written: "Death Area." Two burly men with fierce faces stood guard at the entrance. Strangely, instead of blocking them, both bowed respectfully the moment they saw Putra.
"Please, sir," one of the guards said, opening the door.
As the door swung open, the first sight that greeted them was a long descending staircase, illuminated by shifting, colorful lights from below. Putra stepped inside, descending the seemingly endless stairs. The deeper they went, the brighter the glow became, accompanied by the roar of a crowd.
"More! More! Fight again!" the spectators chanted from below.
And—BOOM!—when they finally reached the bottom, an enormous sight unfolded before them: an illegal boxing arena.
This building harbored a sinister secret. Its underground chamber served as a pit for savage brawls known only to select circles. Rumors of this place had long circulated in the city, yet no media or authorities had ever managed to trace it. Everyone knew powerful figures and elites were involved—wagering on massive projects, stocks worth trillions, or even the very lives of their fighters.
Putra was clearly no stranger here. The way the guards greeted him already proved his status. He and his friends strode toward a small, more exclusive-looking room.
Inside, a slightly plump man lounged comfortably on a luxurious sofa. A fine suit clung to his body, gold jewelry gleamed, and the table before him was piled with expensive liquor, pastries, and fresh fruit. On either side, two women in revealing dresses served him—pouring drinks, feeding him pastries, and even slipping pieces of fruit into his mouth.
The moment Putra entered, the man rose with a broad smile.
"Please, sit down, Putra." He treated him as an honored guest.
Putra wasted no time. Once seated, he asked flatly, "Got an opponent for me today? I need to loosen up."
The man signaled the women to leave, then shut the door tight. The atmosphere shifted, becoming serious, as though they were about to discuss something of great importance.
"Tonight, I've got just the right opponent for you," the man said, lighting a Cuban cigar. "A client of mine asked for a fighter recommendation. He's putting a huge wager on the line—almost five trillion in value. His side hired a fighter from overseas, so he asked me to find someone worthy. Since he's a close friend, I'm entrusting this to you."
"When's the match?" Putra asked coolly.
"If you're ready, tonight. The opponent's already here. If you win, billions are waiting for you."
Putra shrugged. "I don't care about the prize. I just want to unleash what's inside me. Tell him I'm in. The main fight's at midnight, right?"
The man nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I'll inform him now. Do you want to head back, or stay here for some entertainment?"
"I'll stay. Hand me the key to my room."
A key was passed into Putra's hand. He then left with Rangga and Cristian, heading to their resting quarters.
The room was simple—two bunk beds for four people. Putra sat on one, set down his bag, and leaned back.
"You sure you want to fight tonight, Put?" Rangga asked nervously.
"Yeah, your condition isn't exactly good right now," Cristian added, concerned. "Maybe we should call it off?"
Putra scoffed, clenching his fist in the air. "Quit whining! Or do you want me to vent my rage on the two of you?"
Both shook their heads in unison. "We'd rather get hit by a car than mess with a lunatic like you," they replied together.
"Enough. I'm going to sleep. If you want to leave, then leave. But be here tonight."
"Nah, we'll stay. Fine, go sleep. We'll head out for a bit—check out the entertainment… maybe find some new angels, hahaha!" Rangga grinned mischievously.
The two of them left, leaving Putra alone.
Silence.
Putra opened the small drawer beside the bed. From within, he pulled out a mask painted red and black, its design menacing and fearsome. His eyes fixed sharply on the mask, a cold smile curling on his lips.
"It's time for you to come out… and show yourself, Darkness Putra."
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