From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

He clapped his hands, and a maid promptly walked into the room. "Yes, sir?" she inquired attentively.

"Please have the guards ready at the front door to escort Lady Jedo to Lt. Daemon's location," he instructed.

"Yes, Sir," the maid responded, giving a bow before backing away and leaving the room to carry out his orders.

The man then stepped away from Jedo, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and warmth. "Well, have a safe trip, and I will be watching, of course, while I maintain the house and keep the district from getting too rowdy," he said, hinting at the responsibilities he would continue to shoulder in her absence.

Jedo nodded, her expression filled with gratitude. "Thank you for everything, sir. I hope to see you again soon as well," she replied, acknowledging his steadfast support and the comfort it brought her as she prepared to navigate the challenges awaiting her on the third continent.

*-* Meanwhile back with our favorite Demon,Skeleton, flesh suit guy *-*

Back in the confines of his cell, the abrupt disruption jarred Ty from the brink of sleep. The harsh, familiar voice cut through the dimness, a sneering tone that Ty hadn't expected to hear again so soon—or ever.

Ty's eyes snapped open, and he shifted to see the source of the voice. Standing at the entrance of his cell was a man clad in an orange vest layered over black garments, his hair longer than Ty remembered, and a deep scar running from his chest up to his cheek.

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"Fernando? How the hell are you still alive? I could have sworn I felt that arrow pierce your chest, well, sort of, but I know I saw it happen," Ty said, his voice a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

"Yeah, you dipshit, I'm still alive, and I've come back from the dead to knock you around again. Just wait until these cuffs are off; I will be ripping your head from your shoulder!" Fernando retorted with a malicious grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of hatred and anticipation.

A moment later, a guard intervened, slapping Fernando on the back of the head with a stern admonishment, "Keep that for the Arena, you psycho, and get in your cell down the hall."

Fernando scowled but complied, his footsteps echoing down the corridor as he was led away.

Ty sighed, laying his head back down on the bed, his mind swirling with the implications of Fernando's return. "Great, another thing to deal with," he muttered under his breath, watching as more prisoners were escorted into the adjacent cells. The prison was abuzz with the low murmurs of inmates, the clanking of metal, and the heavy footsteps of the guards.

Just then, another voice called out to him from the corridor. "Hey, Demon, the same plan is in motion as before, correct? We play defensive and focus on keeping us prisoners alive?"

From his cell, Ty looked toward the voice. It was Gears, peering in with a bit of concern etched on his face. Despite not being a strong fighter, Gears was a crucial part of their makeshift community for his ability to keep spirits up.

"Yes, of course, that's the best direction for us to go," Ty reassured him through the bars. "I know some of us aren't good people, or maybe even have a few screws loose, but just reiterate that we are stronger if we protect each other as if we are family."

Gears nodded in agreement, relief visible on his face. "Sounds good, boss man. I'm counting on you. I don't have much fighting prowess, but I will do what I can."

With a firm nod back, Gears turned and walked away down the corridor, his resolve strengthened by Ty's words. Ty watched him go, then settled back against the cold, hard wall of his cell.

As he lay there, his mind raced through strategies and plans for the upcoming Arena—how to keep his ragtag family of prisoners safe, and how to deal with the unexpected return of Fernando. Every moment of peace was now a moment to prepare he thought

As Ty's thoughts swirled, he contemplated the looming challenges in the Arena. While forming alliances was crucial, his primary aim was to prevent getting cornered right at the start—a common fate for those seen as strong or carrying significant targets on their backs. The strategy was not just about survival but about gaining a strategic foothold early on.

As these considerations played out in his mind, Ty's exhaustion took over, and he slowly drifted off to sleep. However, rest brought no escape from the complexities of his waking life. Instead, he found himself transported to a surreal void, a place he had visited in dreams before, surrounded by an eerie landscape of bones.

Looking up, he saw a version of himself—a spectral image—sitting atop a pile of bones, exuding an aura of ominous authority.

"Mortal, hand me the key that the blind man gave you…" the figure demanded in a voice that resonated with an otherworldly echo.

Ty, taken aback and slightly confused, responded, "You mean Rusuf?" He looked down and, to his surprise, saw the key materialize into his hands. "Why do you want to see this… and how did I even make it appear?"

"I will explain my place to you one day, but just hand it to me already," the figure insisted, its tone impatient yet carrying a weight of inevitability.

Ty shrugged nonchalantly, "Sure," before tossing the key upward. The spectral creature caught it deftly and inspected the key closely. Ty observed intently as the figure closed its eyes, and the key began to glow intensely. To his astonishment, it then crumbled away, only to rebuild itself and split into a second carbon copy, which seamlessly merged into the creature's ethereal skin.

"What did you just do?" Ty asked, his curiosity piqued by the eerie transformation of the key.

The creature smirked, a knowing look in its eyes. "Don't worry about it. You can go back to sleep now. I just took some precautions for when the time is right, is all," it said cryptically, dismissing Ty's concern with a wave of its hand.

Before Ty could press for more details, he jolted awake to the sound of his cell door being unlocked. "It's time to go stand and see the announcement for the first Arena," a guard announced as he opened the door. "Rusuf will be guiding you, as Lt Daemon had a delay due to some bandits trying to attack him and your sponsor."

"Oh no, are they okay?" Ty asked immediately, concern washing over him at the mention of an attack.

The guard nodded, his expression stern but reassuring. "Yes, he killed them all from my understanding. Now let's go, Demon."