Chapter 72: 3.5 Baldie

[A-rank, player no. 2, Leonid Vladislav]

As soon as Leonid Vladislav found himself back in the dome, he had watched the buzzing crowd with little interest in his crimson irises. Leonid Vladislav had merely sighed, closing his eyes to not see these pitiful blood sacks' yapping faces, or he would exhaust his walking blood banks before the second scenario started.

But the two freshmen had smelled rather appetising, so Leonid had moved closer, lured in by the sweet blood that pumped in their veins, the sound of their hearts rapping wildly in their chests from the stress.

The two freshmen were only rank D, the purple holograms on their chest a neon shade that burned his retina. But it didn't matter which rank the two were. Leonid was not one to waste food, not when the resources were low. One must manage with what they have.