Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 134 - 132-ARC 4 {Last Match}

The crowd roared, their cheers bouncing off the high, steel walls of the consortium's underground arena.

Zosia tightened her stance, the sweat on her brow trickling down her cheek, as her opponent staggered before her.

She didn't give him the chance to recover. With a quick pivot and a sharp jab, her gloved fist connected squarely with his jaw.

The man crumpled to the floor, his body limp and unresponsive.

A hush fell over the audience for a split second, the air crackling with anticipation.

Then, as the referee raised her hand high, the arena erupted.

"Winner! X!"

The name echoed through the vast chamber. Lights danced across the boxing ring, which was surrounded by tiered seating packed with spectators, their voices blending into a chaotic chorus.

Above them, high-definition screens displayed the fight's pivotal moments on a loop.

To the sides, rows of betting booths buzzed with activity as attendants doled out winnings or took in fresh bets for the next match.

Zosia smirked, her mask covering her expression.

She walked to the edge of the ring, waving her bloodstained gloves to the crowd before stepping down.

The moment her boots touched the ground, two burly guards flanked her, clearing a path through the throng of spectators.

Ahead, a heavily guarded door stood ajar, with black suited guards flanking each sides.

Before she could reach it, a well-dressed man intercepted her. His posture was impeccable, his demeanor calm.

It was none other than the manager of Nicholas Boxing Ring.

"Miss X," he addressed her in a low, respectful tone, leaning slightly closer. "Boss Nicholas is waiting for you upstairs in his office. He said you could collect your last salary there."

Zosia nodded, her face unreadable. Without another word, she followed the man through a labyrinth of wide hallways dimly lit by overhead fixtures. The muffled roar of the crowd faded as they climbed higher into the building.

Halfway down a quieter corridor, a familiar voice cut through the stillness.

"Sister boss!"

Zosia sighed and turned her head just as Oswald, Nicholas' temperamental but loyal underling, sauntered toward her. His mischievous grin was already in place. Before she could react, he threw an arm over her shoulders.

She ducked out of his grip effortlessly, smirking. "Wanna get beaten again?"

Oswald chuckled, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "You can't let me live that one down, huh?"

"Not a chance," Zosia shot back.

His grin widened, though a flicker of something serious passed through his eyes. "So, I heard you're leaving? Say it ain't true, sister boss."

"Your news informant is slow," she replied casually. "Only telling you now?"

"Hey, don't blame me. I don't live and breathe gossip." He paused, his expression softening. "It won't be the same without you."

"Life moves on," she said, her tone devoid of sentiment.

"How about removing the mask to breathe well at least." Oswald said.

"It's breathable." Zosia said, but she nevertheless still took it off.

As they approached Nicholas' office, Oswald hesitated. Before he could say anything else, the door across from them opened, and Killan emerged.

The sight of him made Zosia pause. Tall, imposing, and always so put together.

Killan's expression was a mix of surprise and a flicker of anger and subtle hatred. His sharp gaze fell on her gloves, still speckled with blood, then moved to meet her eyes.

He had watched the match. To be honest, he had felt the figure was familiar from the onset of the match, but seeing that it was Auriel, he didn't know what to fill.

He felt angry that she couldn't come to him if she needed help. Since, to him, she was here for making money.

He was also angry at his brother. He couldn't believe that his brother would let Auriel do this.

"Don't Nicholas love Auriel? Or is there something I am unaware of?" Killan thought inwardly, his gaze heavily scrutinizing Auriel.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was low, laced with restrained anger.

The atmosphere shifted. The chill in the air was almost tangible, and Zosia felt Oswald stiffen beside her.

Zosia didn't respond immediately, but glanced at Oswald, tilting her head slightly, she said, "You can leave now."

Oswald didn't need to be told twice. He gave Killan a nervous nod and disappeared down the hall, muttering something about needing to check on the next fight.

Killan's jaw tightened as he stepped closer to Zosia. His piercing eyes searched hers, and for a moment, he seemed on the verge of saying something, but stopped.

"Why are you doing this?" Killan asked, his tone becoming softer.

"What do you think?" Zosia said casually with a smile on her lips.

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While Zosia and Killian were having a standoff, unaware that two members of the Queens had watched her battle.

The two members were none other than Damian and Aisha.

Damian had brought Aisha here to seek thrill and introduce her to one of his hobbies.

Seeing how X had fought, he was completely fascinated by the person and couldn't wait to meet the person.

He didn't want to carry his precious sister to follow him, so he had asked her to wait in the car.

Damian had just ensured Aisha was securely seated in the back of the sleek, black SUV before turning his gaze back to the towering consortium building.

"Stay here," he instructed firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Aisha rolled her eyes but nodded, waving him off impatiently.

He knew leaving Aisha alone might be detrimental but so was taking her inside. He didn't know what kind of person the boss might be, who knows, he may fall in love with Aisha and want to have her.

Satisfied, Damian shut the door and adjusted his coat, slipping his VIP card into his palm as he strode back inside.

The chaotic hum of the betting booths greeted him as he entered the main hall, but he ignored it, his focus narrowing on the heavily guarded door at the far end of the corridor.

Two burly guards in sharp suits stepped forward as he approached, blocking his way. One of them barked, "Private access only. Move along."

Damian smirked, unfazed. Wordlessly, he held up his VIP card, its polished surface gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

The guards exchanged glances before stepping aside.

"The manager will escort you," one of them grumbled, motioning to a suited man who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Right this way, sir," the manager said, his tone a mix of politeness and unquestionably authority.

Damian followed him without a word, as they entered the elevator.

Stepping out of the elevator, he noticed that the crowd's distant roars was muffled by thick walls, even being very faint that he had to strain his ears just to hear it.

Just as they were about to reach the boss office, Damian's steps flattered.

Before him wa someone he didn't expect to see.

There she was.

The infamous X—stood across from Killan, her bloodstained gloves still on, her mask hanging loosely from one hand. They were locked in what seemed to be a tense exchange, their postures rigid, their gazes sharp.

Damian's stomach twisted as realization dawned on him.

Damian had not expected that the person he admired the most would be Auriel. Looking at the blood stained gloves and mask, he didn't have to deny it as the evidence was clear for him to see.

No wonder he felt the body figure was familiar.

The manager, noticing Damian's hesitation, turned to him with a concerned expression. "Is something wrong, sir?"

Damian tore his gaze from the scene and schooled his features into neutrality. "Take me to the lounge," he said, his voice steady. "I see your boss has visitors. Just inform him of my presence."

The manager nodded and gestured for Damian to follow. As they moved to the lounge, the sound of footsteps behind them made Damian glance back.

Nicholas had stepped out of his office, his expression twisting into an awkward smile when he saw his brother and Zosia facing off.

"Killan! What a surprise." Nicholas's voice was light, but there was a hint of unease. "You didn't mention you were stopping by."

Killan barely spared him a glance. "Attend to her first," he said curtly, nodding toward Zosia. "We can talk later."

Zosia removed her gloves with a satisfied smirk, tossing them onto the desk. "You paired me up just how I like it," she said, her tone laced with approval.

"The opponent had some substance—not like the weaklings I've fought before."

Nicholas laughed, retrieving a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and handing it to her. "It's only you who sees them as weaklings. You're a tough one to please."

She took a sip of water, then got straight to the point. "My pay?"

Nicholas nodded, moving to his desk and pulling out a sleek briefcase from beside his chair. He placed it on the table and flipped it open, revealing neat stacks of cash.

Zosia's eyes gleamed as she inspected the contents. With a wicked grin, she closed the briefcase. "Exactly the amount, and there's even some extra. It's nice doing business with you."

Nicholas chuckled. "Indeed. It's a pity you're leaving, but it's for the best. This life is dangerous."

"Not dangerous to me." Zosia replied with a smirk, causing Killan to frown at her words.

This was not the Auriel he knows. Indeed, he knew Auriel had some combat prowess, but he didn't think it was enough to defeat the opponent she had faced of. Well, that would have been his thought, if he hadn't seen the match.

Turning to Killan, she added, "You still owe me, young master Killan. I hope you'll have some time this weekend. I want to collect that debt."

Killan blinked, his confusion evident. "Debt? Since when do I owe you anything?"

Zosia didn't reply as she picked up the briefcase and headed for the door, her smirk deepening.

"Don't forget. I will message you the details." Zosia said before leaving.

The door clicked shut behind her, and she turned to leave, only to find herself face-to-face with Damian.

His expression was unreadable, but his piercing gaze bore into her, flickering briefly to the briefcase in her hand and the faint bloodstains on her gloves.

Zosia froze for a moment, her smirk fading into a more neutral expression as their gazes locked. The silence between them was electric, the air heavy with unspoken tension.

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