socalfunplaces Chapter 37 Digory
Chapter 37 Digory
That's right, the mission objective is for someone to voluntarily 'sell themselves'.
Sign a relatively lenient contract to participate in the fight as an individual fighter.
Even if they weren't slaves and had some degree of autonomy, once they entered the arena, their lives were no longer in their own hands.
Perseus had seen similar situations far too many times.
Among the businesses of the Castle Merchant Guild, there are many shady arenas. As the relatively powerful party, each arena has at least a hundred ways to kill its participants, whether they are ordinary star-level beings or cosmic-level beings who have completed breakthroughs and have stronger abilities.
Of course, higher-level domain lords don't have this concern.
Because they are strong enough!
Slaves are only at the cosmic level, and ordinary underhanded methods cannot affect the domain lord.
He was just a level nine Hengxing who recklessly joined the arena. If it weren't for his own whim, this guy probably wouldn't have fared so well.
"I guess you could say I saved this kid this time."
As he pondered this, Perseus boarded his spaceship and quickly left Galer.
The blue-green planet behind them gradually disappeared, turning into starlight and scattering into the vast, endless sea of stars all around.
Meanwhile, he left again.
Meanwhile, Tuo Er also contacted the owner of Quinn's Colosseum, a seventh-level cosmic-level martial artist.
……
"Boss Quinn, right—"
The bulky man with a long whip hanging from his waist nodded upon hearing this, looking humbly at the indifferent twelve-winged figure on the screen.
"It's me, Lord Tuo. What brings you here?"
"Of course it's a good thing!"
"My master, the chairman of the 'Spark Group,' has taken a liking to one of the contestants in your arena..."
This sudden gasp made Quinn's eyelids twitch violently.
He cursed inwardly, but maintained a fawning expression on his face, after all, the person sitting opposite him was a domain lord.
"I wonder which arena this is?"
"On Zera Star, in your Quinn Arena's No. 3 branch, which has been open for less than a thousand years, there's a Star-level warrior from the Ancient Empire. Someone from his family gave my master a gift..."
"Sir, do you mean I should send him away?"
Quinn tentatively opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Tur before he could finish, "Of course not."
"My master means for you to keep the other person here!"
"Remember, you need to give this guy a suitable opponent to ensure he's under pressure, but also able to turn the tables at crucial moments. It would be even better if he could be slightly tormented before turning the tables. Of course, he can't die; that's the only bottom line."
Upon hearing all the requirements, Quinn's pupils constricted.
Is this helping or tormenting?
If you say that President Xinghuo didn't protect the person well, then he still managed to save that person's life; if you say he was well-intentioned, then he was so ruthless.
"So, I'm going to give him some..."
Quinn pointed to his head. "That kind of pressure?"
"Hmm." Tur's voice sounded a little muffled.
"It would be best to make him realize that he is a piece of trash and that no matter how hard he tries, he can never break through to the cosmic level."
"I understand!"
Quinn readily agreed to Tur's request, but in his heart he was thinking about the purpose of President Starfire's actions.
However, no matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn't figure it out.
In the end, Quinn simply gave up and relayed the message to his subordinate, instructing him to follow Perseus's instructions and make sure the person was taken care of properly.
……
Six months later.
The top floor of the Quinn Arena on the planet Jera, a private box.
"Lord Perseus, the next match is between Digory and 'Lion King' Drai."
The manager, dressed in a silver-white uniform, knocked gently on the door. Only when he heard a response from inside the private room did he feel relieved and wipe away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.
This guy is a pro!
A powerful figure who has killed four Domain Lords in succession is absolutely confident of breaking through to the Realm Lord level. Even Boss Quinn would treat such a person with utmost respect, let alone this newly promoted manager who has only recently broken through to the Universe level.
"Lord Perseus, I am always waiting outside the door. Please feel free to give any orders."
The private room was quiet.
The manager didn't ask any more questions. Seeing that no one responded, he retreated to a corner and settled down to act as a doorman.
At the same time, Perseus also saw his mission objective.
Purple hair and flesh-colored antennae.
He could see the shadow of the ancient royal family in this young star named Digori.
Judging by appearance alone, Digori does not have a ferocious face like Xueying Canggu. He does not have protruding canine teeth or a strange chin.
"Mixed with other ethnic groups?"
Half and half, this situation often occurs in human populations.
As long as there is no reproductive isolation, two different human groups can reproduce, bringing about changes that can be good or bad.
However, as a mixed-race individual, the first challenge one faces is exclusion from within their own race.
Digori has no background, and because he broke through too quickly, he was targeted by the direct line. His "gene blocking syndrome" may have been caused by those people.
So now, let me see how far you can go.
Standing in a corner of the private room, feeling the gale-force winds blowing from hundreds of stories high, Perseus covered his hands, and a small, sharp blade, under the control of his mental power, merged into the boundless night.
immediately.
A voice, tinged with cruelty, echoed eerily in the private room.
"Steward Sal, make sure everything prepared for the Lion King is arranged properly."
"Spark will cover all losses tonight at the Colosseum..."
It was as if to unveil the prelude, or perhaps to proclaim the inherent cruelty of life.
As the two figures stepped onto the arena, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted, creating waves of excitement that heightened the atmosphere.
Similarly, the two figures who were facing off also rushed out at the same time.
……
"Kid who got here by luck, today is your doom!"
As the smoke cleared, a figure in a wide-sleeved pajamas rushed out, twisting and gathering momentum before unleashing a massive fist like a cannonball, or a burst of fireworks.
A series of dull thuds spread out.
Digori, his face cold, drew his longsword, which flashed like lightning, to block Drai's barbed gauntlets.
The two afterimages intertwined and then diverged, exchanging dozens of blows in a short span of time.
However, compared to the composed and smirking Drai, Digory's hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably.
This is already his 352nd fight in the past six months!
Every battle was a life-or-death struggle, and in every battle he defeated stronger opponents with his fighting spirit.
But why haven't I made a breakthrough yet?
"Aaaaaaaahh ...
Digory, who was unaware of any physical problems, blamed everything on insufficient pressure and the fragility of his other half of the bloodline.
He vented his anger wildly, each strike of his sword carrying an intense, suppressed resentment.
This contains resentment at being expelled by the Canggu royal family, resistance against injustice, and the repeated "You can't break through" after finally defeating the opponent. The long-term bullying has stretched the spring to its limit, and the body squeezed to its limit is emitting muffled sounds that make your teeth ache.
Finally, just before Digori collapsed, his long-stagnant exertion achieved a new breakthrough.
Unfortunately, this is destined to be an unfair battle.
Digori brought down his sword, but was violently knocked away. Through the swirling dust, he seemed to see the once high and mighty direct descendant of the clan.
He stood on the high platform bathed in light, a disdainful and indifferent smile on his face, and said lightly.
"A bastard is a bastard!"