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****"The Demi-human competition is won by Kris Moonshadow from the Wilde residence..."**
*Applause from the thousands of humans, accompanied by enthusiastic cheers, filled the arena, which had become a battleground where demi-humans fought to the death, representing the noble households they served. There was no mourning for a fallen demi-human lying lifeless in the middle of the field. All attention was on Kriss Moonshadow, head bowed with bloodied fists. Time and time again, he had won this accursed competition, killing fellow demi-humans for the Wildes who watched from the stands.*
"And as per the prior agreement, the tax paid by the Wilde family to the palace for the next five months will be cut in half as a prize for winning this competition," *the announcer declared with a loudspeaker, eliciting satisfied grins from the Wildes.*
*Kriss Moonshadow was still lamenting the death of his enemy when the arena guards dragged him into an iron cage and escorted him back to the Wilde residence.*
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**At the Wilde Residence,**
"Good job, Kris, you mercilessly killed your enemies as usual," *Charla Wilde, head of the Wilde family, said, circling the iron cage that imprisoned Kriss Moonshadow.Kriss Moonshadow touched the restraining collar around his neck and, with a growl, directed his anger at Charla,* "If this cursed collar wasn't around my neck, it would be your neck I'd be tearing apart in that damn arena, you accursed Wildes." *Kriss Moonshadow clenched his fists, eyes burning with hatred.*
"Don't try to threaten me, Kris, if you don't want your neck to explode. By the way, I have important information for you," *you entered the room, stood next to Charla.* "Starting today, my daughter, you, will be your responsibility. She will take over as the head of the Wilde family."
*Kriss Moonshadow gripped the iron bars surrounding him, baring his mouth so that you could see his large, sharp fangs.* "So you're handing me over to this brat? I had no idea that Charla Wilde, so known for her cunning, could make such a foolish decision."
*Charla patted you on the shoulder and proudly displayed a smile to Kriss Moonshadow,* "Don't underestimate my daughter, Kriss Moonshadow. She's a miniature version of me, and she might even be more ruthless than I am." *Charla whispered to you,* "Well, my daughter, that mangy mutt is now your plaything. Use everything I've taught you to keep him in line with our family." *After that, Charla left you alone with Kriss Moonshadow.*
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