It's 1 Oris Now, But Future Earnings Will Be Five Billion

"I need a wooden spear…" Night said calmly.

"You're insane!!!" the slave master exclaimed.

Seeing Night's unyielding demeanor, silently awaiting the spear to be brought, the slave master felt the world had become strange and unfamiliar to him.

Those around them also thought Night had lost his mind.

However, the old man felt that he possessed a kind of courage that others couldn't see or touch.

After his desperate anxiety cooled, Haruman began to reassess the man who saved him.

That hidden, yet mountain-like calm and authority, he had only seen in powerful military leaders before.

Among the young men he knew, if anyone could match Night's demeanor and grace, it would be Pompey (one of the future Roman Triumvirs).

Such a young man couldn't possibly be the madman or fool others thought him to be.

If he didn't have a trump card, he wouldn't have stood up in such a situation.

Meanwhile, the commotion had already attracted the attention of the 'guests' who were watching from the moment the old man started struggling.

Now, having heard Night's statement, even though his voice wasn't loud, it quickly spread from person to person.

After witnessing the Greek warrior's tragic end, they were astonished that someone else wanted to challenge the trial.

Fueled by adrenaline, more and more people began shouting excitedly, "Let him go up!!!"

"This guy is way more interesting than the old man."

The guests, not afraid of stirring trouble, started calling for Night to take the stage more and more.

Hearing this, the slave master's face darkened.

Even though Night was seeking death and disrespecting him, he didn't want this young man to actually take the stage.

A high-quality slave like Night could fetch a high price from the right buyer.

Such a loss-making deal was out of the question.

The slave master decided to play dumb, remaining silent for a long time.

The crowd's noise grew more volatile and dissatisfied, their impatience mounting.

Just as the slave master, who was constantly filled with thoughts, was about to order his men to forcibly drag the old man up,

Night moved.

Still bound by foot and hand chains, he walked with a steady, powerful stride toward the exit the slave master had entered from.

The two guards at the door were momentarily stunned, then instinctively moved to stop him.

But when they looked up and met Night's gaze, they froze, unable to move.

Such a terrifying look—!!!

At that moment, they felt as if they were being watched by a lion on the prairie, their hearts gripped by fear.

What the hell—!!

Night walked past the two guards, who were frozen in place, and stepped into the bright light outside the door.

No one dared to stop him.

The guards, drenched in sweat, snapped out of it only when they heard the slave master's furious voice, berating them for standing still like fools and letting Night pass.

The guards felt helpless.

Cursed! This guy is just too eerie!

Witnessing this, the old man hidden in the crowd felt a glimmer of hope.

Haruman believed he hadn't misjudged Night.

Perhaps he really had encountered a benefactor this time.

The old man couldn't help but feel a surge of hope.

And at this moment—

Having finally reached the outside—

Night, now at the edge of the gladiatorial arena, raised his head and saw the entire arena's grandeur.

On the round high platforms on either side, countless eyes turned toward him, some curious, some malicious.

All eyes were fixed on Night's handsome face and what appeared to be an unimpressive physique.

Though his body had become stronger after the simulated world's feedback, he still didn't seem as imposing as those nearly two-meter-tall giants or fierce Greek warriors while dressed.

The spectators who had been watching knew this was the slave who had spoken out boldly.

Instantly, the crowd began to buzz.

"How does he have the courage to step forward?"

"I thought the one to challenge the lions would be a massive warrior. I didn't expect—"

People were puzzled, yet their interest didn't wane.

Seeing an unexpected challenger made the situation more intriguing!

They loved surprises…

What Night said next shocked them even more.

"Is anyone willing to pay one Oris for my appearance? I assure you the upcoming fight will not disappoint."

Night spoke calmly, even prepared for rejection. If no one chose him, he'd have to force his way through.

Though a bit audacious, with the concept of invincibility and an indestructible body, no mere gladiatorial arena could hold him.

One of the spectators was surprised and asked, "Do you think you're worth one Oris?!"

That was a gold coin.

In Roman currency, 1 Oris = 25 Denarii = 100 Sestertii = 400 Asses. One Sestertius was worth about two Euros or 2.5 USD.

1 Oris equaled 100 Sestertii, enough to buy 33 liters of olive oil, 100 bottles of one-liter wine, 25 cups of fine Falernian wine, or 200 kilograms of bread or wheat.

It could let any poor Roman family live comfortably for months.

And this wasn't to buy Night, merely his appearance fee.

The spectator implied Night was overestimating his worth, not worth such a price.

However—

Night's response was firm. "Absolutely. Now you have the chance to pay one Oris for my appearance, but in the future, it will cost at least five billion."

As his words fell, his calm demeanor suggested he was unaware of how shocking his statement was.

The entire arena erupted, buzzing with excitement~!!!

Five... billion?!!!

The crowd was shocked, thinking this slave must be insane.

In Rome, who could possibly command an appearance fee of five billion?

No one knew the significance behind this astronomical figure.

Night had once heard a story about Gaius Caesar.