chapter 1

It was a dark basement. This space where the sun's rays shone in from small overhead windows was finely punctuated by cells lined up in rows.

In this prison-like cell, I laid down to rest.

I was only laying down, not sleeping.

It was because of a certain noise I wasn't able to sleep.

It was a noisy girl, it wouldn't have killed her to do it more quietly.

The sound I heard was a female voice, I can hear the sweet voice, appealing, by offering flattery perhaps, to gain some pleasure.

"Here" is where as usual, the wardens perused the goods they liked for themselves.

Nobody cared, and even if they do nobody would lift a finger.

I quickly threw the threadbare blanket…the flea-ridden piece of cloth on myself.

Before long the voices faded, and silence returned.

It won't be long until sunrise now, but I should get as much sleep as I can.

I closed my eyes, enjoying what short rest I can before dawn

it has been only a week since I woke up in this strange place, I think I am a prisoner or a slave of some sort

I remembered a few things from my past life

my name was john brown, I was a normal Japanese man in my past life there was nothing out of the ordinary throughout my life the only thing that made me a little different from others is my hobby of reading web novels, mangas and watching anime, I was a history teacher in a public school in Kyoto I majored in ancient warfare it was a pretty decent life that I lived it all ended with a heart attack I knew I shouldn't have eaten that stake

but I had another set of memories which I think are the memories of the old host of this body

this body has lived as long as he could remember here and it is very young about 13 or 14 years old

this setting felt familiar like a novel I read about then it all clicked this is the body of an ero novel that I read about in my past life aigir he has a strong body and he is a huge womanizer the saying every hole is a goal applies perfectly with him

it's too bad that I don't remember everything about the novel I only know the outline so I will have to wait and see how things go

and it is a good thing that I and aigir have become one,

I could see all his memories and actions and I am in control of the body and I gained everything he knows but I also gained some of his personality with this and maybe his insatiable lust that has yet to awaken as he is still a virgin

What this place "here" is can be clearly explained.

This was a place where boys and girls are gathered, and the perverted guests enjoy themselves by embracing them or making them kill each other.

I awoke to the coarse ringing sound of a bell and jumped to my feet.

The only thing I need to prepare was my own body.

Today is another day where I would have to battle for my life.

I left the small room, went to the mess room to fill myself with soup that looked like vomit, and awaited my orders.

"Finny, your guest is waiting upstairs so you hurry up and get a bath!"

"Dora! You're accompanying the ladies! You're allowed to receive money. Don't let them hit you for free!"

"Aegir! You'll be fighting. Hurry up and pick a weapon!"

The warden yelled and the kids gathered here dispersed.

This Aegir was me, it was a name that came out of some legend.

I got this name in a previous fight where I cut my opponent right in half from the top of his head to his crotch.

I don't quite catch the others' names, not that I'll remember them.

At any rate, they all soon die so remembering them is pointless.

The expression of the man I'll be fighting—though I call him a man he is only a boy not even 15 years old— changed when he was designated as my opponent.

The fight is in short, a match to the death, viewed by the guests.

The guests bet money, yell out cheers, and in the end enjoyed the gruesome spectacle.

There were not only one-on-one fights, but also off-colour fights like fights against animals, or one-sidedly tormenting and killing little girls.

The reason why my opponent's expression changed was me.

Unlike the others, I am seldom taken by the guests.

I am muscular and I'm not short, not the type that the child-ravishing perverts like.

I don't have the manners and charm to keep the female guest company.

My job in "this place" is to fight, and when it comes to fighting, defeat means death.

The fights I have survived in "this place" numbered 100 battles and then some.

They took off my manacles and fetters and sent me off to fight.

The weapon in my hand is a greatsword familiar to me by instinct.

It was a two-handed double-edged sword, 1.2 meters long and probably over 10 kg in weight.

It looked unsuitable for me who doesn't even reach 160 cm in height, but this blood-and-oil ridden sword with chipped blades is how I survived until now.

My opponent's weapon is a 60 cm long one-handed sword and a round leather shield.

Judging from how he took a stance and did trial swings with his sword, it wasn't his first time holding a sword.

However.

"You've picked the wrong equipment", I muttered in my head.

There is no way a leather shield can defend against my two-handed sword.

His only chance to win was to land a blow by jumping onto my chest.

Shields would only hinder his movements and vision.

Of course, I didn't say that out loud.

The opponent is making it easier for me to kill him out of his own free will, after all.

The place is called the 'Great Hall', though no more than 20 people could go in at once.

In the middle of it, there was a [arena] surrounded by an iron fence.

Surrounding it, 10-odd chairs were laid down for the guests who were raising their voices, cheering and jeering.

Among them, there are wardens wielding armour and spears, and the owner of "this place", a porcine-looking fat man.

With him around then there must be a VIP among the guests.

That was the case every time that pig does anything besides raping girls, eating, drinking, or counting money.

That's got nothing to do with me, though.

The pig was talking about how strong I am and how my opponent was going to face me.

He was exaggerating things, but with this, the stakes are raised, so I can smile at that.

I simply faced my opponent.

There was nothing difficult about it.

If I win I can look forward to a tomorrow where I can eat as much as I like.

If I lose, then I'll die here, that's all.

I took a stance with my left foot forward and my sword resting on my right shoulder.

My opponent also braced his shield and pointed the sword on his open side at me.

Well then, let the fight begin.

Will I kill, or will I be killed, we won't know until it's over.

The betting rounds closed at last and the great hall felt like it became prickling with tension.

This is a true fight to the death, if the guests were to watch this somewhere other than "this place" they would have to resign their lives.

My opponent is about 3 meters away but I can hear his rough breathing from here.

If he's breathing roughly like this before fighting, how was he even hoping to win?

I calmly assessed the situation, without tension or carelessness.

I don't have any physical defects that would become a handicap, either.

I am in the same condition as I was in my over 100 fights.

So I'll probably win this if I lost because something I didn't think of or expect happens… well, I'll just simply die.

*GOOOOONG*, the dull and boorish sound of the gong marks the start of the battle, at the same time my opponent shouted as he charged toward me.

He rushed with his shield in front of him.

He closed the 3-meter distance in an instant, trying to stab his sword before I with my slow greatsword can react… but before that my greatsword blew him off, shield and all.

His weapon didn't leave his hand, but he still got blown off aside and rolled 2-3 times. The audience started to stir.

My opponent got up and stared at me as if seeing something unbelievable because I did not make any prior moves or the like.

There were no tricks, I was merely fast enough to swing my greatsword before he can take out his one-handed sword.

This is the reason I could survive until now.

It seems that it was strange for a boy my age to be able to swing a 10 kg greatsword.

I faced my opponent, still unhurt even though he was blown off, and charged.

I had no reason to wait for him to recover his stance, he raised his shield in desperation but my thick iron lump of a sword cut his left arm and leg along with his shield.

"It's over!" "I lost 30!" "It's Aegir after all!"

The match was decided with loud cheers.

The match was decided, but the show isn't over.

The crowd raised their voices, expecting the final blow, the requiem for the vanquished.

I don't have any interest in tormenting the defeated, but he can no longer escape his death.

Therefore as my last compassion toward a man I shared my meals with I'll give him instant death.

My greatsword groaned, cutting the head off of my wriggling opponent.

"Oooh!!" "Good job!!" "His head flew off!!"

Amidst the rising cheers, I returned to the waiting room.

My job ends here. strangely, I didn't feel anything after killing a man for the first time or maybe its Aigir personality influence

After this, the owner's men will be collecting the bet money and the guests will be talk excitedly while watching the blood and body of the fallen.

Nevertheless, I was intercepted by two wardens on my return.

They prodded me with a spear handle, urging me to go back.

That instant, I had a thought, but the answer came immediately.

After one-on-one battles, things like this happen a lot, where I had wolves set loose on me, or had to fight 3 matches in a row.

Just as I expected, another man went into the fenced area.

His face was full of hatred, he was glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.

It doesn't seem to be a simple taunt before a fight.

Could he be family to the man I just killed or something?

I thought my opponent today was unusually weak, but it seems it was just a scheme to incite hatred in this man by deliberately killing his relative before his eyes.

"Here here! The next opponent is the former knight apprentice Doyle! Does anybody want to bet on the victory of this man burning with hatred!"

As coin after coin was being piled up, this 'Doyle' fellow did not let his eyes off of me.

I do not know the outside world, so I don't know what knight apprentice meant.

However, in my over 100 fights, I knew of people with this title, who could swing a sword quickly and accurately.

On the other side, Doyle is also analyzing Aegir.

He was still a kid, but he had proved that he could wield that greatsword around.

If I took a blow from it directly, never mind a sword, even an iron plate shield won't stand a chance… «TN: the author likes to abruptly switch perspectives like this, get used to it»

However, he did not have a shield of any kind, if I could get one stab at him he'd be finished in one blow! I will avenge my brother.

Doyle's sword is thin, like a rapier. It had no use besides aiming for the gaps in the enemy's armour.

But here, where the fighters fight practically in the nude, it would be instant death no matter the weapon if he could strike the vitals.

Therefore it's probably obvious that he saw a sword that can be lightly handled as more advantageous than that iron lump of a sword.

That boy's sword is overkill when used against an unarmored enemy.

*GOOOOONG*

The instant the starting gong sounded, I approached with a low posture and aimed at the boy's neck with a quick attack.

The boy stepped back, evading it with a paper-thin margin.

While drawing back, he swung his heavy greatsword up, forcing me to also step back.

He's fast! That's not the speed of a person wielding a greatsword!

I did expect that he would evade, but he evaded without any superfluous moves and counterattacked from there. I planned to break his stance if I was lucky, but it failed.

Because his swordplay came about only from fighting here, his dirty movements are also self-taught…

In that case, I should move around from his dominant arm.

He should then immediately swing his sword, and if all goes well his flank should be unprotected!!!!!???

My expectation was right and the boy immediately swung the greatsword with one hand to his right.

What I didn't expect was his speed.

After he swung his heavy sword back, I expected to be free enough to evade and launch a strike; that was the plan, but the speed of his counterattack was rightly the speed of a thunderclap.

Then I heard a thunderous roar.

If I don't let go of my shield soon he's going to strike and split my face.

The shield split right in half, hitting the fence, and making a metallic ringing sound.

In contrast to Doyle's terrorized face, mine was a calm one.

I saw his attack twice, this guy wasn't fast, he was not a problem.

I held my sword over my head and stopped.

From the looks of it, my form was defenceless.

But this was a lure, a trap I could set up precisely because I can see through his attacks.

The next move will decide this match.

On the other side, Doyle saw a chance for victory.

He's holding his sword overhead… Should I jump in… No, with a head start he's going to swing his sword down and take me down with him even if I were able to kill him.

Then I've got to make him strike air first.

They both thought in an instant, Doyle leapt in, and the boy swung his sword down to strike and kill him.

Then expecting that, Doyle suddenly stopped and evaded the sword.

*Twang*, a loud sound rang out, and a few of the audience let out startled voices, but they were mostly in a daze, watching attentively, soundlessly for the result of the match.

I slowly pulled up the sword and swung it down.

Doyle had a cut on him, just 10 cm deep, from his head down to his crotch.

His entrails dribbled out from the cut, and he slowly collapsed.

The match was settled with my last step, the step Doyle should've avoided by a paper-thin margin, but I tore that apart by moving one step forward.

It's not that I read his tactics and stepped forward.

I simply [saw him trying to evade] and made a step further forward.

This is the other reason why I kept my life: my [kinetic vision].

Today, as usual, I won against an enemy and lived on.

I did not experience an unexpected defeat.

The victory and the gruesome spectacle came simultaneously, and the audience roared.

Receiving applause from a satisfied-looking master pig, I returned to the waiting room.

"Aegir! The master's calling for you! Hurry up!"

After the battle ended, the warden gave an order to me, who was washing off the blood from the battle with water.

After battles, they would normally put on my manacles and fetters once I washed off the blood but it looks like they didn't have time for that.

The pig's orders are absolute in "this place", whatever you're doing you'd better move immediately.

Is he probably going to tell me to take my time in battles, I wonder.

I fight my battles short, they would usually be decided in one strike or about 2~3 swings of my sword.

As someone in the entertainment business, he probably wants a slower rise to the climax.

It's not rare for him to complain about something like that.

"I brought Aegir with me!"

"Enter."

Ascending a long set of stairs that lead to nowhere except the pig's room, we stopped in front of a grotesquely ornamented door, and the warden called out.

The answer came immediately, it seems that the master pig was in a hurry.

There were 2 people on the other side of the door.

The master pig who I've gotten used to seeing, and a gaudily dressed woman in her late 30s.

The strong perfume and the fluttery skirt she wears don't belong in "this place".

"Aegir! This is Baroness Medire! Go say hello!"

The warden stepped back by the door.

The woman probably had high enough status that he can't talk unless given explicit permission.

The reason master pig was present at today's fight was probably because of this middle-aged woman.

"I'm Aegir."

"Ufufu, I saw your fight earlier. You're so strong for a child, aren't you."

With a seemingly elegant, but also lustful expression, the lady's hand crept up on my chest and stomach.

I was in my usual attire, in other words, I was wearing nothing but a loincloth.

"Fufu, he's got quite the amazing muscles for a child."

"That was kind of you to say, m'lady."

Faced against this kind of person it is best to just say something like that, this is what I learnt long ago.

"Buhihi, I must beg your pardon, Lady Medire, but before playing with him we must discuss the payment…"

The pig called out to her with his usual, vulgar smile as always.

The lady frowned a little and answered.

"Fine, I get it. I'll pay 2 gold."

"Buhi! That's a little bit… insufficient… Aegir is our most popular combatant, we need to let him rest after a battle but we're taking him out, especially for madam."

This is the first time I've heard anything about resting after battles, though.

I scorned in my head, in short, this woman wanted me for bed, she must've come to satisfy her perverse lust for a man still bloody after a deathmatch.

"With 2 gold coins, I can get the best male prostitutes in town! Paying that for this dirty…"

"Buhihihi, what you say is certainly true, m'lady, but none of those town prostitutes is as rough as this one here."

I hear the words 'gold coin' and 'silver coin' a lot, but I wonder how valuable they are.

I know nothing beyond "this place" so I know nothing of the value of gold coins.

If two gold coins were about the price of a loaf of bread then of course I'd feel annoyed.

As I was thinking things like that the pig called out to me, the reason probably being that the negotiations were getting nowhere near a settlement.

"Aegir! Strip off your clothes! And you! you go down and fetch the sword he was using earlier! The one that's still got blood sticking to it!"

It seems like this lady is fond of savage men.

I took off my loincloth without a complaint, in fact, I never t, thought that being naked is something I should be embarrassed by.

Once I took off my loincloth the lady's eyes grew feverish.

"Buhihihi, how is it Medire-sama? He's still not grown up yet but he's still got quite a bit of girth."

"A boy this young, having a thing this big…"

"Buhii, However, having just gotten back from a fight he's still got his emotions raging, so his brakes are a little loose. He's probably going to be a little bit uncivil, so please forgive him for that."

"Rough, uncivil, huh…"

The lady approached me, and gently caressed my member.

This lady is not my type at all, but being stimulated while my blood is still raging, my instincts flared, and my thing stood erect.

As my thing hardened in her hand, this Medire woman stared, delirious from her arousal.

She was probably imagining this stirring up her des.

"But 10 coins is still probably too much, right."

It looks like master jacked my price up to 10 gold coins.

She was complaining, but her hand did not stop me from caressing my member.

If she doesn't stop soon my cum's going to leak out.

At that moment there was a knock on the door and one of the wardens came in.

He was carrying in his hand the sword I was using earlier in the fight, still smeared with the blood and entrails of two people.

"I've brought the sword as you ordered."

"Buhi, okay, Aegir, take the sword and make a pose. Show off your body to the lady."

Seeing the lady's condition, he gave me an order to stimulate her abnormal passions, probably trying to give her another push.

But the warden hesitated to give me the sword.

The rearealiseat there are no manacles nor fetters on me right now.

This is going to be fun.

"Buhyo, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! BLOCKHEAD! WISHY-WASHY! YOU WANT TO KEEP MEDIRE-SAMA WAITING!?"

The master raised his voice in anger.

It's dangerous but the two wardens were wearing leather armour and carrying spears.

The buck naked Aegir probably won't be able to resist them, and de the master any angrier he's going to dock their pay.

If that happens it's going to be harder to indulge in their secret pastime of raping little girls.

"Yes, we're very sorry! Aegir, take this."

One of the wardens handed the sword over to Aegir, but the moment he was about to step back…

Blood sprayed into the air.

Still, with a bewildered eexpressionn, his head dropped onto the floor.

*slash*

If I had to describe the sound it's probably something like that.

It's an unexpectedly light sound for one that takes a human's life.

"Eh?" "Buhi" "Ugyu"

The three of them let out a sound at the same time, probably unintentionally, the only one who understood what was going on is just me alone.

The situation changed again before any of them could grasp what was happening.

After I killed the warden with a slash below his chin, I cut down the other warden with the backswing diagonally from the top of his shoulder.

The leathearmouror he wore didn't matter in the slightest.

"Buho! You! Buhihi"

"No…. NOOOOO!!"

Master pig who finally undertow at wast was happening stuttered something.

The lady started to scream but I put my sword through her chest. She then stopped screaming.

The lady's body was thrown onto a drawer from the force, as I pulled my sword out she vomited blood and fell forward.

There are no longer any threats now.

It was obvious, between the wardens who do nothing but torment little girls and me who is put through life and death situate very dayryday, when both are equally armed then there's no way I'd lose.

"You… buhi… why… WHY"… buhyo… impossible!!"

I slowly took my sword and went towards the master pig.

"Why! Why are you doing this? Do you have something against me?"

Shielding myself from the spittle coming out of the pig's mouth, I began talking.

"Nah, I don't have anything against you."

"Then why? WHY!?"

"I only wanted to try it out."

A moment's pause.

"What…. did… you… say?"

"I was wondering, now that I've got my sword and no manacles or fetters, can I go kill everyone here or not."

I continued my answer the master pig.

"It came to me when I took the sword just now: 'I wonder if I can kill these guys and go outside'"

"Are you an idiot? There are lots of my armed men outside! O,f course they'll kill you if they find you!"

As I listened to the pig my heart became calmer.

"That may be true. Then again, it may not."

I unintentionally made a smile.

I don't know whether I'll go outside and be happy, or whether I'll indulge myself in another deathmatch here.

"Usually I fight and if I won I'll just repeat the same thing over again."

I met master pig's eyes.

"Hii!!"

"But this time it looks like I can go outside if I won."

The master let out a scream.

I'm probably putting on an awfully good smile right now.

It was simple enjoyment.

If I did well I might be able to go outside.

I might find more interesting stuff outside.

I might die if I failed, but that's just the same as usual.

I turned my back on master pig and started tearing off the armour warden whose head I split.

I tore off the armour, and put on the cloth they were wearing underneath.

I might as well increase the chances of myself surviving.

The armour didn't fit me since my height was different, but I cut off a little of the trousers and made them my size.

It was the first time I wore leather armor. It was troublesome but I put it on anyway.

I couldn't move.

He was standing between me and the door, and if I called out to someone he's he was to kill me.

He showed defencelessness back to me, but being this fat, I think there's no way I can attack him by surprise and win no matter what.

Even when I ravish little girls here I had them tied, I can't calm down unless I do so.

Then I made a wishful observation.

He didn't kill me, who should be the one he begrudges the most.

Even when he killed the unrelated Lady Medire.

"All right! I got it on! It's a real pain though, the size is wrong, too."

He's been here since he was an infant, so he should haly no knowledge of the world outside.

If I could calm him down I might keep my life.

Once he finished putting on the armorarmourding the sword in his right hand and the warden's spear in his left, he sent me a glance.

"Well, you know, I understand if you wanted to see the world outside. You should be having a grudge towards me but you didn't kill me. So I think you still have compassion towards your master, I suppose I can respond to that."

I put on the servile business smile I practised for dealing with nobles.

"How about if you leave me here right now, I'll stay quiet for a while, it'll be easier for you to escape that way, right?"

But he instantly betrayed my expectations.

"Grudge? You're getting something wrong here."

Right, I seem to have made a fundamental and fatal misunderstanding.

"I don't have the slightest grudge towards you you know? I don't think of you as my master, either"

"Buhi! Then why did you only spare me…"

The boy lightly smiled.

The moment I saw his eyes, I was sure of my death.

"That's because you're the weakest one. So I thought it's fine to leave you for last."

That was all.

Because I was the weakest opponent I am the very last one he needs to deal with.

*slash*

I heard a sound and saw the scenery spin round and round.

My consciousness faded to black before I hit the floor.

Holding weapons in both hands, I kicked the door open and ran down the stairs.

The first man I saw as I kicked the door I slashed with the sword. He fell screaming and I kicked him down the stairs.

I ran down the stairs as I was, and stuck my spear between the eyes of a man who looked up the stairs wondering what happened.

I forcibly pulled the spear out of the man who convulsed as he fell, and ran along the long corridor.

I know where the exit was, every whenever brought new kids down, light would shine from beyond the door they brought them in from.

"Oi! What are youHowAT What THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

It seems the man mistook me for a warden for a moment because of the leather armour, but I thrust my spear onto the belly of the man who pointed his spear in confusion, he was then thrown violently against the wall along with the spear.

I took the man's sword and ran again.

"You!! Please! Let us out!"

Children in the cells facing the corridor I ran through called out to me simultaneously.

There are only a few who were here before they gained awareness like me.

They were mostly those who knew of the world outside, pleading me frwithwith antically for their freedom.

I didn't feel like spending the effort to save them.

If they wanted to live, if they wanted something they should fight and get it for themselves.

But it might be fine if I just help them while I ran.

I swung the sword and the bars were destroyed along with the locks.

The bars on both sides of the corridor fell like paper.

The children suddenly jumped out and ran towards the exit.

From the cells that were not on my path I ca,n hear screams of resentment and pleading.

Like I care.

Already, wardens are jumping in without even a splinter of stealthiness and started a battle right then and there.

There were screams from the children, from the ones who were hit with a spear handle and feln, and the ones who resisted and got skewered.

The underground prison became hell in awithifferent meaning than that.

As a flower garnishing that hell, there was the sword I was swinging.

"Doryaaa!!"

People were scattered along with my scream, they were literashatteredshattered sword was a kitchen kntakesthat take people apart, my spear and the people it skewered became a human hammer.

As the tenth warden was slain in the storm of death I conjured, I reached the heavy wooden door where light would shine through.

The door with a bar attached was crushed in mere seconds, the children jumped out into the light with me in the lead.

"Thin is the outside, huh…"

I stopped for a moment.

Even when underground, I can feel sunlight that shined through from the windows the gentle breeze and sunlight beaming down on my whole face, and the open space I can run with all my power and not reach the end, these are things I never felt ever in my life.

The children also ran wherever they liked, people next to them didn't get the chance to worry about where they would run about t

There's no sign of anyone chasing from behind.

Possibly, they've all been killed.

"What!? Huh" "M, murderer!"

People surrounding the exit were in an uproar over the bloody group coming out.

Unexpectedly, this establishment was built in a place full of people.

Probably because it was built for shows.

"Guards!! Get the guards!!"

The children who heard that started to run with all their might, I don't understand anything, but I too run until I escaped to a place with no people.

I used all of my power to escape.

I lay down under a tree exhausted I am finally free

as I was stabilizing my breath after running for close to 6 hours I suddenly hear a sound in my head

"congratulation host for finishing the first mission 'freedom call' "

"you have obtained the right to operate the 1 level of the system"

"you have obtained the nooby gift package"

I was wondering when it will appear how could a transmigrater not have a golden finger