The Champion's Mind Novels & Stories

"Which of my movies do you want to watch? I'll watch it with you." Eulalia thought for a moment, then chose Champion, Victor's latest film. The movie was about a young man with low intelligence but exceptional athletic talent. He's spotted by the national team and fights his way to becoming a champion.

"I don't know how, but it felt as if he had the upper hand in that battle. That feeling vanished very quickly, but I still couldn't keep it out of my mind." "But he never defeated you in the end, right?" "No! It was just a feeling. I was really shocked to see him like that. One year is enough to get an idea of someone. But during that battle, I felt as if he changed into a different person." "Listen, kid, It's good that you keep your intuitions in check. That's an excellent trait. Our minds bore immense capabilities and one of them is weighing probabilities. Nevertheless, it's also unacceptable to focus on things like this. Thoughts like this will only create self-doubt. That is not how cham

He was a pre-celestial fighter at the level of mind expansion, yet Kayson had mistaken him for a sparring partner. “How dare you! Die!” Master Chandlier’s arms jerked. A stream of mind power jetted toward Kayson, attacking him. He was not actually good at fighting face to face. In terms of physical combat, he was the least capable of the pre-celestial fighters. What Master Chandlier was good at was direct mind attacks. A light attack would make one mentally challenged, while a serious attack could kill the brain on the spot. No matter how good a pre-celestial fighter was, they were bound to show a weakness when they faced his mind attack—and that would guarantee their death!

“You aren’t, Alpha Damon. You’ve been well informed. There are few questions I would like to engage you with if that’s ok with you.” “Go on,” I replied. “In all honesty, do you believe that brute strength can win against the power of the mind?” Everyone including Luke turned their gaze to me. It was obvious where this clever alpha was going with this question. “You asked me to be honest with you and that’s what I’ll be. I believe that brute strength would win against the mind anyday, anytime,” I stated my opinion. He nodded while rolling his eyes. “Have you read that book… uhm, what’s the title again? A wolf who could lead the world with only his mind.”

I silently watched her cry for three hours. I sat next to her as she angrily criticized everything that went against the spirit of E-sports. I stayed with her as she let go of the past. That afternoon, she looked at me and said, “I’ll stay with you until the day you become a world champion.” I only nodded at the time. But every time I pushed myself to the extreme, those words would pop into my mind. She had forgotten all of it. But it did not matter anymore. As I watched the two of them walk side by side toward the podium, I took out my phone and sent a message.

"Sigh, I missed my chance. What a dumb decision." What I didn't expect, though, was that the very next day, at the same time, she sent me another message. [The price is five times what it was before. You'll need to feed and train the dog tonight at 8 PM, Garden Community, Building 13. I'll see you at the emergency exit.] [Got it.] I read the message, my hands trembling with excitement. Yesterday, I had lacked the courage, but today, I was determined to show her what it truly meant to be a man!

The beastkin was overpowering the champion, wounding him in different places. The beastkin and the champion exchanged blows and swing for what seemed like an eternity and the champion has started to grow tired while the beastkin still has a lot of stamina remaining. The champion fell to his knees, the crowd gasped. The beastkin get close to the fallen champion, dragging his heavy claymore along. The champion tried to stay upright, leaning on his sword. He could barely move, he felt like it was the end of his line. His only regret that if he is defeated here, this evil challenger will be the champion; he does not want to imagine what this person would do after receiving the blessing of the go

They look like art come to life, too perfect to be real. And with them, the champion. He's enormous—eight feet tall, built like a mountain, covered in intricate armor that seems made of living ice. His eyes glow silver, and power radiates from him in visible waves. "This is Frost, Champion of Winter," Titania announces. "He has fought for three thousand years. He has never been defeated." Connor steps forward. Compared to the champion, he looks tiny, mortal, fragile. "The rules are simple," Titania continues. "Fight until one of you cannot continue. No outside interference, no weapons beyond what you carry, no mercy."

I want to learn what makes him feel good. I take a shaky breath to collect myself as the champions come to a stop in the middle of the field. Each of the men looks ready and confident for the day's fights. Modok especially looks at ease as his eyes find mine. "You will place your index finger on the screen, and the selector will assign your monster. Good luck, champions," the announcer says as he approaches the glowing champion at the beginning of the line. He touches the screen quickly and the announcer begins to speak and move down the line.

I have no doubt that full-out war would break out if our champion won, and we could not allow Victorianna's champion to win at any cost. "What are you thinking about?" "Tonight." I closed my eyes as the thaughts ran through my head. There were so many plans and debates on who our champion should be, but I could not shake the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Who will she choose as champion?