Chapter 33:

Gladiator 3

Shadow Exister (volume 1)


Randiman tried to focus, commanding the water to gather toward him. He fecused, visualizing it in his mind.
“Since you’re doing your utmost, I will also do my best,” King Andrian said, locking eyes with Randiman.
King Andrian attacked, but Randiman kept his focus on his goal: gathering all the water toward him.
A tiny jet of water shot out from Randiman’s right hand.
It sliced through King Andrian’s tail.
There was no pain at first—only numbness—but it was temporary. As the blood filled the gladiator arena, the pain finally came.
It was excruciating, yet King Andrian did not care.
He continued to attack ferociously.
With the water jet in his hand,Randiman countered his assault.
He severed one of King Andrian’s legs.Then a second—Then a third—Until all of his legs were cut off.
“Forgive me, King Andrian. I never truly wanted to accept this duel,” Randiman apologized.
“But I am grateful you accepted my request,” replied King Andrian.
Randiman could not bear to watch himself kill the king Andrian. He closed his eyes.
And with that, he swung the water jet from his right hand.
King Andrian’s head was severed. Yet he felt no pain.All he felt was drowsiness.
Before he could fall asleep, he tried to speak a few last words—but it was impossible. His vocal cords had been destroyed. And then, he drifted into sleep, a sleep that would last forever.
At that moment, Prince Dadang became king—the 19th king of the Gavian race.
“Rest in peace, King Andrian. Please also deliver my greetings to my companion who died in this gladiator,” Randiman said, bowing to mourn the death of the 18th Gavian king.
William watched King Andrian’s death with sorrow, even though they had met only a day ago. He thought, if only he had refused to ride on King Andrian’s back, maybe this scene would never have happened. The rest of William’s group shared the same thought—but it was too late for regrets.
Pandi, however, did not appear sad. He bowed to the king’s remains with visible respect, not sorrow. King Andrian’s children also bowed without showing any grief.
“Why aren’t you sad? This question is for you, Gavian who gave me the sword—why aren’t you sad that your king is dead? And for the royal family, why aren’t you sad your father has died?” William asked.
“He longed for death, so we will not be sad if he passes,” Pandi and King Andrian’s childrens answered.
King Dadang descended from the spectator seats, approaching his father’s body with the intention of taking it. But he realized his father’s body was far too large to move without cutting it apart.
“My apologies… could Prince Randiman cut it into smaller pieces?” King Dadang asked.
Randiman could not immediately say yes. The magic was under his father’s control. He would have to refuse if his father disapproved. But he decided to look toward his father, silently asking for permission.
King Surowuluh understood his son’s gaze. Even without words, he knew Randiman was seeking approval. He nodded in consent.
“Alright, I can do it,” Randiman answered.
“Thank you very much, Prince Randiman,” King Dadang replied gratefully.
“Before I begin, please step back. You might get cut accidentally,” Randiman warned.
“Understood,” King Dadang nodded.
King Dadang quickly retreated, knowing how dangerous the water was—not because of poison, but because of its sharpness.
Randiman began cutting apart the former king’s Andrian body into pieces small enough for King Dadang to carry.
Once the entire body was divided, King Dadang approached the pieces and began collecting them. Only the king’s skin would be sold, but William became curious about the fate of the flesh. He approached King Dadang.
“King Ghaviles,” William called out.
“What is it?” King Dadang replied.
“What will you do with the flesh of your father's body?” William asked.
“A small portion will be served as food for the royal family, and the rest will be given to those in need,” King Dadang explained.
Suddenly, William and his group felt the ground tremble. Their throats tightened instinctively at the vibration. They weren’t afraid—they knew this wasn’t an enemy. It was only shock from the sheer force that shook their bodies.
A Gavian figure emerged from the gladiator’s gate—not to fight, but to escort the guests. He was enormous: estimated at 398 meters tall when standing straight, 155 meters wide, with pristine snow-white skin. He was Dudung, a rare albino Gavian.
“Should I also help carry the 18th king’s remains?” Dudung asked.
“Prioritize the guests first,” King Dadang answered.
“Understood,” Dudung nodded.
Dudung lowered himself into a crawling pose, offering his back as transport. William’s group reluctantly accepted. Refusing would be pointless. No matter their answer, Dudung and King Dadang would insist, and further refusal would only waste time. So they mounted Dudung’s back, William included.
Once everyone was seated, Dudung carried them to the royal palace. The day was still bright in this fragthesis, which made them assume that in Rogo Geni’s fragthesis, the sun must have just fully set.
Upon arrival, they dismounted and expressed their gratitude. William immediately grabbed his sword, intending to check the time in their original fragthesis.
“What are you doing?” Arga asked.
“Checking the time in our original fragthesis,” William replied.
Hearing that, Arga quickly took the sword from William’s hand. He couldn’t let his king’s past self die; he wanted his king’s plan to succeed.
“Don’t! You’ll get killed by Rogo Geni!” Arga warned.
“we aren't at the core location of Rogo Geni formed,” William muttered.
“You’re so stubborn!” Arga snapped.
“What’s going on? Why are you two arguing?” King Dadang asked.
“This William wants to return to his original fragthesis to check the time,” Arga explained.
“It’s better not to. Go to the Great General Hall instead. Food is already prepared there. Rather than risk meeting Rogo Geni, it’s better to rest your bodies,” King Dadang advised.
“You want to go back just to check the time?” Pandi asked.
William nodded in respond.
“Enough. I’ll confiscate the sword I gave you for now. I’ll return it once the location is safe,” Pandi said, taking the sword from Arga’s hand.