However, he didn’t finish the game right away and approached Suin with an evil smile.
Then he drew a dagger from his waist and held it into his eyes.
“·····························································“
Suin, whose eyes were pulled out by a dagger, rolled down the floor, pouring tears of blood. The audience cheered.
The man leisurely walked around Su-in, waving his hand in the audience.
Soon after, he fumbled to pick up the weapon that Suin had dropped and swung it at random with a desperate howl.
However, there was no way the attack could hit without being able to see ahead. Laughter erupted from the audience at the ridiculous appearance.
The man, who had been making fun of the beasts like that, finally cut off his head as the atmosphere cooled.
I watched the whole scene with an expressionless face. Inside, I frowned.
‘That’s crazy, really….’
The gladiator of Actipol.
Of course, I knew this match was going to be like this, as there were related episodes in the game as well.
The game ends only when all opponents are unconditionally killed, and there are no rules in the process. It didn’t matter what torture or what he did to the other person.
Therefore, in order to show a higher performance to the audience, there were many slaves who killed their opponents as cruelly and provocatively as possible. That way, he could raise his own ransom even more.
In Actipol, slaves of a certain grade or higher are not confined to prison, but can acquire a certain degree of freedom and accumulate wealth.
So he became desperate not only for survival, but also for wealth and freedom.
The matches that followed were other than one-on-one duels.
It was a team battle in which one side fought until all died, or a captured monster was released to cause a fierce battle.
In a team match, one person was left behind, and the other team chased after them like a joke from all directions and killed them mercilessly.
In the game against monsters, Daeho was several times larger than the slaves, and in the end, all the slaves he faced died and no one survived.
Watching that series of matches, I felt nothing but dirt.
Are you happy with this?
How can you be so passionate about watching people die and kill each other? I can’t understand.
Looking back at the tycoon sitting next to him, he was looking down at the stadium with eyes that were so boring.
I was a little skeptical of that look. If that’s the case, then why did I bring you in to watch the game?
– Now, the next match is the 5 series game everyone has been waiting for!
As the host shouted, I was reminded of Actipol’s gladiator rank.
From the lowest level 1 to level 5, and at the top, there are champions.
So, it was a match between the strongest gladiators in Actipole, with the exception of the 5th World Championship.
– First, the gladiator who defeated the gatekeeper Luton and was promoted to the 5th order, Paul of the strike!”
A man walked out into the arena with a much louder shout than in previous matches. He was carrying a huge mace with an iron ball the size of a head as a weapon.
– And that opponent has already survived the 5th realm for over half a year! Except for the champion, the most powerful gladiator, Reef the Fighting!
Then, coming out of the iron gate on the other side was a short-haired woman holding an ordinary sword.
I checked her face and opened my eyes wide.
Because it was a familiar face somewhere.
It was the same woman I had met in the alley before, who drove the soldiers out.
“flaw.”
At that time, the tycoon, who had only made an expressionless expression until now, for some reason lit up his eyes and burst into laughter.
The crowd in the stands filled with excitement, chanting the names of the two gladiators over and over again.
‘········Leaf?’
I tilted my head and looked down at her.
Refrigon (4)
Amid the shouts resounding from all directions, a woman stood with her sword in her hand hanging down with an expressionless face.
As for the armed forces, just like the slaves that have come out so far, all they have is a weapon without a single piece of armor. So did the man on the other side.
The man swung his mace and glared at her with ferocious eyes. It looked like he was raising his fighting spirit.
“Which one do you think will win?”
The tyrant asked me. A voice that sounds strangely excited.
He had only talked about useless words until now, but brought up the game-related story for the first time.
I looked at him once, then looked back to the pitch and answered.
“The female side will win.”
He looked back at me with curious eyes and smiled.
“Are you asserting right away? Are you sure?”
I didn’t have to answer.
【Lv. 43]
【Lv. 42]
wasn’t quite sure.
Level 1 at level 40 isn’t that big of a difference.
It is true that the female side has a higher chance of winning, but the difference was enough for a variable to occur.
‘Even so…’
Somehow, it doesn’t seem like that variable will ever happen.
This was just intuition.
I stared down at the two gladiators standing opposite each other.
– Alright then, the game begins!
As soon as the match started, the man turned the mace and shot it straight at the woman.
The woman turned around and approached. The man skillfully picked up the mace and swung it again.
He seldom gave up the distance. He pulled himself back and swung his heavy mace without hesitation. The thorns attached to the iron ball rubbed all over the woman’s body, and blood spurted out.
She kept trying to get close to her opponent, barely dodging the rushing attack by a slight margin. It seemed like it didn’t matter if it was hit by one hit, and it was a bold and reckless move like a beast.
“You bastard like a mouse…!”
It was the men who were pushed out of the momentum.
He quickly grabbed the mace and struck it hard.
The woman lowered her posture for a moment. Avoiding the attack, he wrapped the sword around the chain connected to the iron ball once, and pulled it out.
The man missed the mace. She also threw away the sword entangled in the chain and rushed forward, drawing another sword from her waist.
The man who quickly drew his sword also responded to the woman’s attack.
The gladiator continued for a while. Even though I didn’t know swordsmanship, it was the woman who clearly had the best ability.
The man was unable to come to his senses at the fierce sword attack, and he was in a hurry to defend himself.
Whoa!
And at one point, in the blink of an eye, one arm of the man flew away.
He let out a tearful scream, lost his balance and fell to the floor. The cheers of the audience erupted.
“Sa, save me! Please!”
Without time to struggle with pain, the man cried out in an earnest voice.
“There are younger brothers waiting at home! Without me, they all die! Please…!”
The words didn’t go any further.
The man’s head, floating in the air, fell to the floor and rolled.
The woman who had brushed off the blood on her sword picked a rough breath with an unrelentingly heartless face.
She turned around, not paying attention to the man’s corpse, nor to the crowd. Then I walked straight to the exit.
The boos erupted from the stands as the spectators had only booed the matches that had been bland so far. But this time around, the cheers were great.
“Haha! After all, that bitch on the riff is the best!”
“Which one is the best? It used to be fun to roll on the bottom in the middle of the day, but these days, it’s all done on a whim.”
“By the way, there are no opponents in the 5th realm anymore? Why don’t you challenge the champion soon?”
“Ah, no matter what, it’s still not good enough for a champion…”
The sound of the audience talking in my ears.
The tyrant said with admiration skillfully.
“This is what you said.”
“············”.
He looked down at the woman leaving the arena with a strange gaze, then asked me.
“How’s the 7th lord. Did you enjoy the game?”
I opened my mouth softly.
“Is this fun?”
As if it was the expected reaction, he said with a big smile.
“Well, how about?”
“············”.
“Battles with insects are also fun in their own way. They scramble to spare even such a trivial life, bite them, and eventually despair. Lee Gu-man.
All the other monarchs did.
The guy who added that back word yawned and got up from his seat.
“It looks like there are still a few more matches left, would you like to keep watching?”
It was as if he had seen everything he could see now.
I shook my head and got up from my seat.
“Okay, then let’s finish it. The slave you’re looking for just needs to be guided by this guy.”
Saying that, he pointed to one of the men standing behind him. A man with long shaggy hair and a blunt impression.
“It was nice to meet you, Lord Seven. I’ll go first.”
After saying that, he waved his hand and moved forward. The servants followed behind him.
I stared at his back, then shifted my gaze to the man who was left alone.
He bowed politely and opened his mouth.
“I’m Gillock, the prison chief. I heard you’re looking for slaves in the prison. If you tell me, I’ll get you right away.”
I glanced down again.
The figure of the woman had suddenly disappeared outside the exit.
In the still uncooled heat, there was only blood and a corpse left in the stadium.
***
Gillock offered to bring the slave he was looking for, but I went directly to the prison.
A hallway full of disgusting smells mixed with things.
I spoke to him as he walked past the iron bars where the slaves were imprisoned.
“Did you say that the girl you played in the last match you saw was called Riff?”
Gillock replied with a puzzled look.
“Yes that’s right.”
I asked him again.
“Does it have anything to do with the 6th lord?”
It’s something I’ve been curious about for a long time.
Because the tyrant, who had no interest in other games, seemed to be the only one interested in her game.
The game itself was nothing special.
Even if the level was higher than the previous matches, at most, it was a level 40 confrontation, because in his view, it would all be there anyway.
If so, it means that you have some interest in the existence of a woman, not in the game…
As if his prediction was correct, he hesitated to answer with a slightly stiff face.
“Is this a difficult story to tell?”
“no.”
“Then let me tell you.”
As soon as I rushed, the story flowed out.
“Her younger brother is addicted to the 6th lord’s blood magic.”
“······Addicted?”
At that point, I immediately understood.
The 6th lord’s blood magic, poisoning.
‘······· Are talking about photoblood.’
The unique blood magic possessed by the 6th lord was as vicious as his inclination.
Its blood technique is basically the ability to amplify physical abilities.
However, if he raises his blood skill to the limit and enters a runaway state, he emits blood mist from his body, but the problem was that the subject who came into contact with the mist would lose his mind and run wild. Blood boils all over his body and burns his own life force.
There’s a reason it’s called a disease.
This is because even after the runaway ends and he barely saves his life, his blood remains latent in his body.
It was like living with a time bomb in your body that could be detonated again.
‘That’s why his existence itself is a disaster.’
It wasn’t just his evil personality that made him called the worst vampire, but the existence of that ability also played a big part.
In the game, it reminded me that there was a setting where there were several cities or villages that were destroyed in the past because of his abilities.
Resistance was possible if there was even a little bit of magical power or a high level of spirit, but it was impossible for civilians living ordinary lives.
“For the gladiator who wins the championship, the Sixth Lord grants her one wish. That’s why she became a gladiator of Actipol.”
“············”.
It was a short explanation, but it was enough to solve all the questions.
If you become a champion, you can make a wish to the 6th lord.
So, she became a champion and became a gladiator to help heal her sister.
Naturally, another question arose.
“Who’s the current champion?”
“It’s me.”
······what?
As I looked, Gillock spoke again.
“I am the current champion of Actipole.”
“…wasn’t it called the detention center here?”
“Yes, I have begged you to manage the prison as a wish, so I am also serving as the head of the prison.”
Oh, is that so?
I didn’t quite understand, so I asked.
“Why the prison chief? There must be much better positions.”
Even if it was a wish, of course, there would be limitations, but it would have been possible to acquire a fortune to live and play for the rest of the life, or to gain the title of a knight in the monarchy.
I remember there was a knight who was a champion of Actipole in the 6th lord castle in the game too.