9 Magistri...

Lenny was sure of what he had just heard; only moments ago, D4022 had left behind a finger which D800 ate like it was extra meat for his food. However, D800 was now telling him to leave behind a leg.

Lenny was not the only person who had heard the order.

"Damn!" one of Lenny's cellmates sighed. "It seems that F999 is finished." The other one beside him nodded in agreement.

Lenny heard what D800 had said, but there was no way in hell he was going to leave behind a leg for anybody.

He was still under the table, looking at D800's muscular legs. Lenny instantly knew what he had to do—attack before he was attacked.

Just like he had done to D4023 in the arena, he was going to bust this man's nuts too. As he stretched for them, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter that made him pause. It was a hoarse voice.

Then, a hand reached under the table and pulled him out by the elbow. It was D800.

He laughed so hard that it made him cough. "You know, I heard that you ripped D4023 apart from his balls. I thought it was a lie, but just now, you were about to do the same to me, right?"

Lenny knitted his brows. He did not know how to answer, but the look on his face gave him away.

D800 laughed some more. "Good! Good!!" D800 nodded in approval. "Not bad, kid. I never liked D4023 very much. He never let me bang his sister and always challenged my orders. But now, you had her eye, and I had her finger." D800 laughed loudly, and the other two men at the table laughed with him.

Lenny was surprised to see this, but somehow, he had made the boss of this place like him. However, it was not enough reason for him to let down his guard. The person before his eyes had just eaten another person's finger in front of them.

<+5 Exp for finishing bonus quest>

<New Ability unlocked: Surveyor>

Just then, everybody in the hall felt the arrival of a chilling presence. It made even the demons standing guard with spears in hand tighten their grip on their weapons.

Everybody turned in the direction of the presence. This demon had a fairly human upper body but the lower body of an ox. He had horns on his head that stretched backward into his full hair. "Greet the Magistri!" D800 immediately announced. All the gladiators, including D800, immediately went to their knees and bowed to the demon.

This demon was the person in charge of training the gladiators. He was highly revered. He had no name and was simply known as the Magistri. As he approached, Lenny raised his head out of curiosity to see this demon properly. In the process, he activated his new ability: Surveyor. Immediately, he could see the stats of this demon.

<Name > Magistri

<Race > Demon (Humanity purged)

<Level: ???>

<Rank: Lesser Demon (Rank 3)>

<Strength: ???>

<Agility: ???>

<HP: ???>

<Exp. ???>

One look at the information Lenny saw put him in deep thought. For one, the demon's rank and level were apparently too low to see, and most of his stats were hidden. The part about the demon's race being "Demon" was expected, but he did not expect to see the label "Humanity purged." He suddenly recalled a particular rumor from F999's mind about the Magistri.

Rumors had it that he was once a half-born demon. He had brought blood to the Arena and had risen to the peak in the classes. He was eventually granted his freedom, but he refused it.

In his own opinion, the Arena was a better home than freedom outside. This had moved Cuban, who was the deep-level demon that owned this arena, and he had given the Magistri the option of removing his humanity and becoming a full demon. This was a deal that the Magistri readily accepted. Afterward, he was given his name and assigned the glorious task of training half-borns for the honor of the Arena.

Although it was just a rumor, that rumor had just been confirmed because of the Satan system. At least, the part of the rumor that the Magistri was once a half-born had been confirmed. Magistri stopped in front of D800. "Rise!" he ordered. The gladiators rose and continued their meal. Magistri suddenly took notice of Lenny. "You!" he frowned. He could see the tag on Lenny's body. This meant that Lenny was not supposed to be in the D class but in the F class.

The Magistri had long experience in this place. He could instantly guess what had happened. Apparently, a demon had added Lenny to the D class the night before their fight in order for him to die on the battlefield. But Lenny had made it back alive. Normally, he would have sent Lenny back to the F class as it should be.

But the young lad had caught the attention of Cuban in the last fight. And the only reason he had come here was that he had been instructed to ensure that Lenny got an extra meal.

Demons were terrible in nature, but their hierarchy system was nearly second to none. Orders were absolute and considered law. Magistri looked around. There were bloodstains on the ground, and Lenny's body was beaten and bruised. This was only the first day, and the lad's life was already threatened. He grunted lowly. "Potty!" he called in a low tone.

Somewhere far below, in the arena, at the region where the F class rest area was, a particular frog-like looking demon was busy humping a female human of the F class. It immediately stopped when it heard its name. Only a few seconds after its name was called, the demon rushed into the hall. The moment it appeared, Magistri gave it a resounding slap on its face. It was so harsh that the demon spat out some black demon blood onto the ground.

On seeing this demon, Lenny recognized it. This was the demon that had added him to the D class because it wanted to hump his mother.