I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

No matter what, he would not let any harm come to them; they must leave safely, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

The two quickly returned to their rooms, expecting a sleepless night, yet surprisingly, they drifted off to sleep.

John lay in his room, resting with his eyes closed, but soon felt a wave of drowsiness.

He sensed something was amiss, but it was too late.

He fell into an uncontrollable sleep, and in his dreams, it seemed a woman was turning the world upside down with him.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to find his eyelids unbearably heavy, impossible to lift.

The woman\'s figure was delicate, nestled in his arms, causing him to momentarily lose his senses.

He bit his tongue, trying to wake himself, but found it utterly futile.

"Heh... you\'re even cuter than I imagined."

John heard a voice in his drowsy state, a voice he was sure he had never heard before.

Yet, there was a strange familiarity, as if he should have heard it, or perhaps it was just a fleeting illusion in his sleepy haze.

In a moment of haze, he smelled a strong scent of roses, but then he fell back into a deep, oblivious sleep.

The next morning, John was awakened by the sound of knocking.

As he came to, he felt a headache and instinctively rubbed his forehead, only to be surprised to find a faint rose-like mark on the inside of his pinky finger.

What was this?

He looked at the subtle mark with confusion.

It was so faint that it was almost unnoticeable unless looked at closely.

"John, are you awake?"

Silver Tear\'s voice came from outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

After responding, he got out of bed to open the door.

"What\'s up? Why did it take you so long to open the door? Are you feeling unwell or something off?"

Silver Tear\'s first thought was exactly that, given their current, very unusual circumstances.

Fearing any mishap, even a slight delay in response made them worry if someone was harming them.

John suppressed the odd sensation he felt, concealing the unusual mark on his hand, and then smiled, shaking his head.

"No, I was just a bit groggy from sleep, so I didn\'t hear you right away. It\'s nothing serious. Is everything okay on your end?"

Silver Tear hesitated, then shook her head with a worried look, seeming as if she wanted to say more but stopped herself.

"Alright, if there\'s nothing wrong, let\'s go have breakfast. We have a tough battle ahead of us tonight."

Initially, Silver Tear wanted to ask some questions, but seeing John like this, she forced herself to hold back and finally let out a sigh without further comment.

As John walked to the dining room, he gently rubbed the faint mark on his pinky finger.

How did this mark appear?

Why was it there?

He had never had such a thing before.

Was the dream he had last night really just a dream?

Doubt began to creep into his mind as he unconsciously stroked the mark, but soon they reached the dining room, and he suppressed his emotions; it wouldn\'t do to show anything unusual in front of others.

Inside the restaurant, all eyes were on John.

Some were whispering, while others appraised him with intense scrutiny.

They all knew what this man had done the day before and how mad he really was!

John didn\'t make much of it, simply finishing his meal and then returning to his room to rest properly.

By evening, Silver Tear was anxiously waiting at the door.

Seeing John emerge, she couldn\'t hold back her questions.

"Are you sure you don\'t want us to come with you? Are you really going to face them two-on-one? That doesn\'t sound like a good idea."

Dark Fox, standing beside her, lowered his voice.

"I should come with you. You won\'t find anyone else on such short notice, and everyone already sees us as a team. Even if we wanted to distance ourselves now, it wouldn\'t work. There\'s no point in wasting time."

John chuckled upon hearing this, thinking that Dark Fox assumed he was avoiding cooperation to protect them.

"Don\'t worry, I\'m not as noble as you think. The only reason I\'m not teaming up with you is that you really can\'t help me."

If the situation hadn\'t been so serious, Silver Tear might have rolled her eyes.

How irritating could he get?

Although they knew John was probably just teasing, it still felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Alright, you don\'t need to worry about me; I have help," John said, trying to lighten the mood before preparing to leave.

Meanwhile, Silver Tear gritted her teeth and followed John.

No matter what, they had to be united in this!

This was not just John\'s fight—it was theirs too.

Tonight, the arena was packed to capacity, with many having reserved their spots early, even filling the private boxes to the brim.

The number of people betting was countless.

They all wanted to know the outcome for the man who had last defeated the Immortal Messenger.

If he could only manage a one-on-one with the Immortal Messenger, perhaps they wouldn\'t be so impressed.

But if he could survive against the joint force of these two heavyweights, that would be another story.

"I heard he\'s got some serious backing. Even the boss here is personally supporting him, which really spices things up," one spectator commented.

"Who cares about his background? Once you step into the arena, it\'s all about what you can prove with your strength," another retorted.

"He\'s just a gold-tier awakener, what\'s he doing challenging two big shots? I think he\'s definitely doomed this time," someone else added skeptically.

"Now that he\'s here, he can\'t just walk away. He has to complete the match," mentioned another.

Many were whispering among themselves, yet some believed that given his good relationship with the boss, it wouldn\'t be impossible for the rules to be bent in his favor.

This thought had truly shocked everyone.

If the owner of the Rose Hotel really dared to do that, he would no longer be welcome here!

Francis and Benjamin did not choose to enter the fray themselves, instead selecting what they considered the best from their respective teams.

The host was visibly excited as he finished the opening speech and announced the entry of the two contestants.

As everyone caught sight of the chosen competitors, they involuntarily gasped.

The host began his enthusiastic introduction.

"My goodness, who would have expected that both contestants are supreme-tier awakeners! And not just any awakeners, but the ruthless Blood Butcher and Headman Demon!"

"Both of these fighters are known for their particularly bloody combat styles! It seems our other contestant is in for a tough challenge."

The crowd also started to get excited!

Who didn\'t know that these two were the most formidable underlings of Francis and Benjamin?

Especially Blood Butcher, a notorious villain from the military ranks known for his deadly exploits alongside Francis.

It was shocking that Francis would let such a person enter the fray!

As for Headman Demon, his name said it all.

Anyone who fell into his hands was sure to meet a gruesome end!