Erik looked around the building with a nervous gaze; luckily, no one had sat near him or even approached him.

But, soon, that changed.

He watched as a black-haired young man approached the table.

'No!' Erik screamed internally.

The black-haired young man sat on the couch and took a phone from his pocket.

''H-Hey.'' Erik tried to greet him.

The black-haired young man glanced at him and replied, ''Yo.''

This young man's identity is Ichiro!

Erik stiffly sat, and suddenly whole building's attention was on this table, which made him almost explode out of nervousness.

He tried to look somewhere else, but everywhere in the building, something embarrassing was happening.

The people on the dancefloor were dancing intimately, while the ones who were sitting with their lovers were almost naked at this point. They didn't care if others watched. Maybe they enjoyed it.

'Shameless people!' Erik cried out.

He has never been into partying. Instead, he spent his free time studying or practicing Martial Arts.

That made him introverted, he didn't communicate with others, and others didn't communicate with him.

His excellent talent for Martial Arts was quickly noticed in his hometown, and that made him unique existence there.

He has been quite innocent towards the world so far, but everything changed when he fought in his first Underworld tournament. While others killed around him, he didn't know what to do.

He was easily strongest there, but his lack of experience almost got him killed. He survived till the end, without killing anyone.

But, he had to kill the last person, or he won't be able to survive. He was easily stronger, and that caused him to control the fight with ease, but the killing part didn't happen.

He decided to throw his opponent out of the bounds. The VIPs killed his opponent for him.

Ali was quite disappointed in him, but it didn't matter as long as he won.

Ichiro took a slight glance at him, and he felt that Erik was strong but very inexperienced.

He took another look at the picture in his photo. It showed the usual picture of Azura. Soon, he closed the phone and put it back in his pocket.

This night can be quite exciting for him.

He has reached the end of page 4 in Book of Etiquette, and his feelings might make more sense on the fifth page, but he wonders why is there 10 pages, maybe even more.

'Page five... If it makes my feelings more clear... I will do it, I will do with Azura!' Ichiro closed his eyes and made up his mind. His control is almost xistent around Azura, but his feelings are almost clear at this point, and after reading page 5, it might be clear as the lake.

'Stop being pussy, Ichiro! I am different from my past life!'

He would want to leave this fucking party, but he needs to stay at least until midnight.

The tournament will start tomorrow night, which gives everyone enough time to rest from partying too much.

On the other side of the building.

At the table which had Lucius, Kira and Yumi sitting.

Darc stumbled and sat next to Lucius with his mouth covered in vomit, ''Advice for you fellows... Don't vomit.''

''Fuck sake!'' Lucius grimaced and moved away from Darc.

Darc sighed and rubbed his forehead, ''I am so shitfaced.''

''We have noticed.'' Kira said with a twitching eyebrow.

Darc looked at her and smirked, ''Wanna go somewhere private to do some exercising?''

''Maybe if hell freezes over,'' Kira said with disgust.

Darc chuckled, ''That can be arranged.''

Lucius clicked his tongue and looked towards the table where Ichiro and Erik were. He looked at Ichiro and frowned, 'How can he be defeated... Maybe if he has to use his transformation early, when it runs out, he is free to kill...'

He isn't the only one who is thinking about ways to defeat Ichiro. Many have seen at least once the video clip of his fight against Avery.

His transformation is vivid in everyone's mind, and it is definitely something no one can ignore.

Ichiro stood up and left towards the Men's restroom.

Erik could finally breathe a sigh of relief after most of the gazes disappeared.

The restrooms were located next to the bar desk. There were men's and women's restroom doors facing each other.

Ichiro heard quiet moaning sounds coming from the women's restroom side. He ignored all the useless sounds and entered the men's restroom.

The restroom was currently empty.

But, there was a weird smell in the air, which made Ichiro grimace.

He went to the sink and started washing his hands, but then the restroom was opened, and a group of 5 entered.

There were 3 young women and 2 young men. All of them looked at Ichiro with small smiles.

The young men went to wash their hands while the young women waited.

Ichiro wiped his hands and was about to leave the restroom, but then he was blocked by one of the young women.

She touched his chest and said lustfully, ''Stay behind to have some fun with us.''

Ichiro looked at the hand that was touching him, ''Did you just touch me?''

''Hmm?'' She tilted her head in confusion.

''Fuck.'' Ichiro covered his face, ''Do you have any idea how hard it is to make Azura's anger disappear? Do you have any idea?!''

''What are you talking about?'' She asked with a confusing face.

''Azura has some kind of seventh sense which gives her ability to know if someone touched me, and now you touched me! Fuck!'' Ichiro grabbed the hand which was touching him and pushed her away.

''Ah!'' She crashed on the wall and fell down on the ground.

''What the hell are you doing?!'' The young men screamed and ran towards Ichiro.

They reeled in their fists and unleashed their punches.

''I am fucked! All because of you guys!'' Ichiro suddenly crouched and leaped into the air. He put his leg forwards and did a quick flying roundhouse kick.

The kick made the young men crash on the wall. Both of them became unconscious without being able to do anything.

Ichiro landed on the ground and took a phone, which looked vastly different from what he had used before. It didn't have a touchscreen. He bought this phone before he left for Underworld.

He opened the phone with a nervous heartbeat and grimaced at sight.

There is already a message from Azura.

''Fuck!'' His scream caused the young women to flinch. They retreated as far as away, trying not to disturb this demon lord.

Ichiro opened the message with a nervous heartbeat.

{NightButterfly: Ichiro... Did someone touch you?! I am not talking to you anymore!}

''Fuck...'' Ichiro fell down on his knees. He looked towards the young woman with bloodshot eyes.

The young women gulped and felt scared first time in a long time.

''What can I do if my girlfriend is angry?'' Ichiro decided to ask for help from them. They might know the mind of a young woman like them.

One of them gulped and said, ''D-Does she wants something very badly? M-Maybe promise to give her that?''

''Hmm...'' Ichiro pondered for a few moments. He nodded, ''Good idea.'' He started typing.

{KingOfGames: Not my fault! But, if you forgive me... We can do it, I promise you}

He waited for the answer with a nervous heartbeat, soon a message came.

{NightButterfly: YES!}

''Whew.'' Ichiro wiped his sweat, ''Success!''