In a specific room in the stadium.

A black-haired young man was sitting on a chair with a wooden desk in front of him. There was a notebook lying on the desk while the young man was holding a wooden pencil with his thumb and middle finger.

A black bag was lying on his bed with all his stuff inside. He has finished his preparations, and he can leave at any moment.

But, Ichiro didn't seem to be in a hurry. He was writing on the notebook with his face crunched into concentration.

Soon, he tapped his well-defined jaw with the tip of the wooden pencil and pondered what to write.

He was writing a diary of the Underworld tournament because Azura wanted to know everything he did with every detail.

He even added who he killed because she doesn't seem to mind it as long it will ensure his safety.

Sometimes, he had a hunch that Azura might be slightly an obsessive girlfriend, but he shrugged it off as his imagination.

After he was done writing the fifth page, he closed the notebook and stuffed it inside the black bag.

The Underworld tournament ended only a day ago, and his injuries were still present. His exhaustion was reduced during his sleep, but it didn't disappear completely.

Ichiro grabbed the black bag and started carrying it. He took another glance at the weapon leaning on the wall and grabbed it as well.

It was a long 2m weapon with silver color and golden lining. It was Spearless, and he got the approval of Leppercon to take it home.

Apparently, it hasn't been used for a long time, and it was basically a trash weapon in their minds, so they didn't mind if Ichiro took the trash out.

Ichiro thought it was weird that they didn't see the special nature of this weapon. If they used it even once, they should have seen that this weapon was excellent.

But he didn't mind. He got an excellent weapon for free.

He opened the door and walked down the long corridors.

Other rooms were empty, with some traces of someone living there previously.

Shortly afterward, he left the stadium and saw a car already waiting for him. It was a black-colored sedan with a professional-looking man standing in front of it.

The man opened a door and smiled professionally.

Ichiro nodded and stuffed the spear inside the car, and put the bag on the trunk.

He entered the car and closed his eyes.

The car started slowly driving towards the elevator, which leads out of the Underworld City.

He almost fell asleep during the smooth car drive but managed to fight against the exhaustion, and soon the car arrived at the elevator.

Ichiro left the car with the spear in his hand. He opened the trunk and grabbed the familiar black bag from there.

The black sedan left shortly afterward, leaving Ichiro alone in front of the elevator.

The elevator's doors opened, and an empty interior appeared in front of him.

Ichiro entered it and took another glance at the Underworld City with a cold look.

He has a lot of unfinished business here... One day he will come to finish it.

The doors closed, and the elevator started moving at a slow yet steady pace.

It took a couple of minutes for the elevator to stop. The doors once again opened, and the familiar walls of the shabby building appeared.

Ichiro left the elevator and the building.

After he left the building, the spear got sucked inside his Inventory. He put on a hood to cover his features and quickly disappeared from the streets without leaving any traces.

After he left. A couple of dark-cloaked individuals appeared and looked around them with confusion.

''Where did he go?'' The first individual asked with a frown.

The second individual was panicking, ''We need to find him! Our master has questions for him!''

The dark-cloaked individuals left as quickly as they appeared, but they didn't notice the black-haired young man looking at them on top of the building.

''Hmm...'' Ichiro hummed and started jumping in the roofs towards the airport.

His movements were sluggish and slow, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry even after some unknown individuals seemed to be trying to find him.

Soon, he entered the airport, which was one of the largest buildings in Darkland. It was also the brightest building with ease, and the runway had lights on 24/7.

The planes were seen descending and ascending, but they were easy to be noticed because of the lights coming from the plane's front and back.

After entering the airport, he went straight towards the receptionists and found out that his plane was about to leave in ten minutes.

He planned his departure to be as late as possible, so he could leave almost instantly and didn't need to wait for someone to attack him.

Ichiro hurried towards the plane and arrived when the flight attendants were about to close the doors.

They were a couple of charming-looking middle-aged women with a mature vibe in their every movement.

They gave him a few angry looks for being late, but once Ichiro took off his hood, the angry looks turned into admiration.

Few even recognized him as the Heavenly Child.

Ichiro went to the first-class and put the bag down to the seat next to him.

He sat down and finally relaxed. After sitting down, a few flight attendants came with two notebooks and blushing faces.

''C-Can we have an autograph?'' Both of them asked shyly.

Ichiro nodded and smiled, ''Sure.'' He grabbed a pencil from them and wrote two quick autographs.

''Thanks!'' The first attendant bowed with excited look.

The second one decided to ask, ''May I ask, why were you in the Nightlight?''

Ichiro crossed his legs and replied, ''Sightseeing.''

The two flight attendants nodded, and then the first one asked, ''Are you planning to come back one day?''

Ichiro nodded and looked outside the window towards the city, ''I will.... One day.''