3 Survive the Colosseum

//Welcome to the Satan System//

<User > Lenny Tales

<Race >Half born-Human

<Level: Nil>

<Rank: Nil>

<Strength: 3>

<Agility: 8>

<HP 10>

<Exp. 0 10>

//Daily Task: Survive the Colosseum//

This was the information that Lenny first saw the moment he opened his eyes.

The information reminded him of old RPG games.

However, he started to hear subtle voices.

"See! I told you he wouldn't survive the first day. This means you owe me ten points."

"Ten points!" another voice responded to the first one, "That's just high-way robbery. Also, you were the one that killed him the moment the match started."

"Well! There was nothing in the bet that said I wasn't allowed to attack him! Can't you look around and see? We are fighting for our lives here!"

As the two men argued, Lenny slowly opened his eyes to the bright sunlight reflecting on his face.

He tried to look around him and check what was going on, but a strong headache hit his head, and it made him lie back.

He grunted a bit.

"Wait! Is he still alive?" The first man asked in surprise.

"Ahh! It seems he is. That means you owe me ten points now."

"Huh!? I don't agree. After all, you did not agree to give me ten points when he was dead."

"How dare you? The only reason I did not agree is because I knew he was still alive."

Both men argued back and forth until their weapons decided to solve their quarrels for them.

The sharp sound of a heavy blade against a heavy blade jolted Lenny awake.

He raised his head once again, and this time around, he did not lie back but looked around.

Everywhere his eyes landed was filled with men and women with so much muscle that some of the women could even pass off as men in his former life.

Each of them had just enough clothing to cover up only their privates.

Each and every one of them fought against each other in absolute bloody combat.

The place had a very pungent smell of very sweaty people mixed with the nauseating aroma of overflowing fresh blood.

On the ground were limbs scattered across the place, like soggy noodles over-dipped in hot red sauce.

Innards rolled around the ground like they were no longer needed in the human body.

In surprise, he raised his head and looked high above.

There, he saw creatures of different kinds.

Many of them he had only heard about in storybooks. Some had red skin, some had horns, and some had black wings.

Also, many of them were partially naked. Shamelessly roaring for joy at the display of violence below.

Lenny was sharp. It was easy for him to realize that this was the world Lucifer Morningstar had talked about.

Also, memories of the body he had taken over rushed into his head.

This place was a colosseum for demons to enjoy entertainment.

And the sport?

Humans!

Well, at least half-born humans.

According to what Lenny could remember, this world had its apocalypse some fifty years ago.

There was a loud trumpet sound, and many people suddenly disappeared from the world.

Many had speculated that the rapture had taken place.

However, that was the least of humanity's worries.

It was a devastating time for human beings. Portals to other worlds had appeared out of nowhere and with no warning.

Grotesque creatures spat out of them like vomit from a drunk man stumbling back home. Naturally, humans had come together to fight the terrifying beasts that came through, but all efforts were in vain.

Swords had no effect on them, guns, or any other weaponry men had for so long been proud of.

They even nuked a few countries, but the bodies of these beasts were indestructible to modern technology.

All and any effort that was put in place by humans only slowed them down for a while.

Meanwhile, the creatures killed, raped, and even played with human beings like toddlers experimenting with ants at the playground.

Humanity for all their intelligence were put to shame without resistance.

Many died, while many others were locked up in cages by the beasts and used as food.

They treated human beings like pigs. Fatten them up and then enjoyed the bliss of sinking their teeth in their flesh.

The common people were the first to die.

Many of the rich and famous planned out bunkers the moment the crisis began.

Of course, there was only so much time one could enjoy in the chaos of the outside world.

However, even in the depths of chaos and pain, there was always a semblance of order and hope.

Some new developments occurred.

Although quite rare, some human females took in their master oppressors, giving birth to half-borns.

The new masters of the world were not surprised by this. Apparently, it was their handwork.

Many thought that these half-borns would become their saviors, but that was far from the truth.

Most demons and devils in the ownership of slaves tend to breed with them more to give birth to half-borns.

The reason?

Half-borns were considered a delicacy in this new world.

A more sophisticated kind of appealing dish for the higher echelons of the new society.

The stronger the blood of the half-born on the demon side, the tastier the dish.

Half-borns had a spicy taste compared to the normal taste of human flesh.

Over the years, the rulers of the new world found fresh new ways to enjoy half-borns.

One of them was the Colosseum.

In this place, half-borns were promised their freedom if they were to last through the fights, killing each other.

Such was the current situation...

Lenny looked closely at the faces of the crowd, cheering loudly.

Some of the demons in the audience salivated at the hunger of eating the humans below.

Education in this world was gone a long time ago, and all these fighters knew was what was told to them.

However, Lenny had just come from another world. He was smart enough to know that this was not just a colosseum but an exhibit to display human beings as food.

"Ahhh!!!" The scream of one man pulled him from his thoughts.

The man was struggling for life as the other man choked him using an intestine from the ground.

The man struggled, but it was fruitless. Soon, he moved no more.

The person who had just choked the man smiled at his handy work.

However, he suddenly turned, and he made eye contact with Lenny.

Lenny, in his former life, was a sword for hire.

In a fancy name, he was an Assassin, and in plain terms, a murderer.

That look was one he understood all too well.

The man immediately advanced toward him.

As he did, Lenny instinctively backed away. It was at this point that he looked at a blade not so far away from himself, and he saw his reflection.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"