It was the little black dog. He had been searching for it ever since it had gone missing. But there had been no news from No. 88. He never expected to see it here.0

The little black dog had clearly grown a bit. It was now about two-thirds the size of a normal dog. But it was far too thin. It was nothing but skin and bones. Moreover, half of its black fur had fallen off. Its exposed dark skin looked like it had scabbed over and was covered in scars.0

Six groups of star beasts were driven out into the arena from the holes in the walls surrounding the beast arena. The little black dog was among them. The other groups consisted of packs of seven or eight star beasts.0

But the little black dog stood alone. It stood in the blood-soaked arena, surrounded by severed limbs and beast corpses. Its two hind legs seemed injured. It dragged its legs along the ground as it let out weak, whimpering cries.0

“What’s going on?”0

“This is the Beast King ring’s grand finale—why are...0