To survive by the 'Balls'

The reflection he had seen on the blade was totally not what he was expecting.

The body he had entered was as terrible as it could be.

In a world where half-borns had a little strength advantage over normal human beings, he had to look like the most miserable of them all.

He had very pale skin.

He was so pale that he would have passed off as a Sickler in his former world.

His body had some little, colorless, fine scales that reflected under the light. From what he could remember from the memories of this body, it only came out when he was afraid for his life.

He was also very skinny and small in stature.

His soul had entered the body of a boy who was barely seven years of age but looked to be a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years of age.

Half-borns grew faster than normal human beings.

Apart from his pretty face and bright white hair, which made him an obvious target in such an environment, he basically did not have anything.

From what he could remember, some half-borns had some really cool abilities from their demon half-parents, but not him.

He was as useless as the dead guys on the ground. The only difference was that he was still breathing.

The person that had strangled another person with an intestine headed towards him.

In his hand was that same intestine he had just used to kill a person.

As he advanced, he swung the intestine in his hand.

"Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!" Lenny cursed again and again.

What was coming for him was a man who was readily three times his size and height.

However, the big guy could care less about things such as size.

This was not a fair battle. It never was and never will be.

This was an all-out survival match. There were even rewards for those with the top ten highest number of kills.

Whether he was big or small did not matter.

What the big man advancing towards him saw was an extra kill for a reward.

Everything was happening very fast, but Lenny did not exactly panic. He had been in situations where his life was in danger many times and had already developed an immune system for shocks in such situations.

Immediately, he rolled over to carry the blade.

But he had overestimated his abilities. This body was just too weak. There was no muscle strength at all.

The big guy advancing was sure of his kill, and he did not rush to get Lenny.

When the other big half-borns saw him advance, they all made way for him to pass. No one wanted to be on his list of kills. They avoided him like a plague.

Lenny's eyes darted around. And then he saw a weapon.

To be precise, it was a broken-out femur.

He immediately jumped on it and crouched like a ball.

The two burly men who had been arguing over Lenny's life and death before looked in his direction.

"Yep! He's a goner!" one of them proclaimed, and the other one nodded in agreement. "No one enters D4023's eyes and lives to talk about it."

"Hmmm!"

Some others still engaged in combat looked in Lenny's direction, and many of them understood that he was a goner. 

In this fight for survival, values such as honor and dignity were as fictional as the horn on a unicorn.

Lenny was still crouched on the ground in a fetal-like position.

In the eyes of the D4023, Lenny was a bug to be stepped on, and like any person stepping on a bug, he had his guard down.

He did not even look as his leg stepped on Lenny's body. In his opinion, he was only taking a stroll.

However, the moment his leg touched Lenny's skin, Lenny moved.

He moved right before the big man could exert some pressure on him.

The movement was a quick one. It was not easy to accomplish, but Lenny was an assassin with experience.

He rolled in between his opponent's legs, and using what little energy he could still summon, he stretched the hand holding the broken femur for the loin cloth covering the pubic region.

*Swash!*

He sliced through it. Cutting out one important ball from the ball sack.

However, he was not done. He continued stabbing and stabbing.

D4023 screamed in pain as he bent over, but Lenny did not stop. Even when a long sausage structure fell off with the other ball and the rest of the sack, he still did not stop.

Blood from the nether region poured on his face, bathing him red like a tomato, but he still did not stop.

D4023 fell to the ground, but Lenny still did not stop. Instead, he used this as an opportunity to climb the big man's body and continue stabbing.

He was not going to take any chances.

Most half-borns had the stubborn surviving nature of their demon or devil parents.

Lenny was not going to let this guy have the opportunity to come back for him.

After all, he had just made the man an Enoch.

Lenny pierced into the chest.

Even though what he was using was a broken human bone, he had not at all lost any of his cutting skills as a result of reincarnation.

D4023 raised his hand to pull the brat off him, but would Lenny allow such a thing?

He immediately moved his target to the man's neck and cut into the neck.

D4023's fresh blood sprayed from the neck to his face.

"F999!!! F999!!!" one of the men that had been arguing over Lenny's death called several times before Lenny remembered that he was the person they were referring to.

In this world, humans have long been stripped of the privilege of names.

Lenny had already forgotten this.

He stopped and raised his head.

*Silence!*

There was absolutely silence in the arena. Whether it was from the crowd or the Gladiators, everybody paused and stared at him in surprise.

The only sound he heard was messages from the system.

<Congratulations! Daily Quest Passed>

<+5 Exp>

<+1 Agility>

<+1 Strength>

<Congratulations! Bonus points>

<+5 1 Exp for Bonus Kill>

<+5 Exp for bathing in Blood>

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