Call of the colosseum
Chapter 6: The Arena's Call
Perched atop a towering tree, Roland surveyed the sprawling jungle below, its verdant canopy stretching as far as the eye could see. It had been a month since he arrived in Pandora, thrust into a world teeming with monsters and magic. In that time, he had faced countless trials, each one pushing him to the brink of his abilities and beyond. Yet, despite the hardships, Roland had persevered, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity. Status window Ronald shouted:
Name : Roland
Profession : None
Title : None
Level : 9( mortal realm) exp : 2/10
Strength: 49
Mana : 9
Agility: 38
Health : 50
Luck :7
Remaining points : 3
As he reflected on his journey, Roland couldn't help but marvel at how much he had grown. The skills he had honed through blood, sweat, and tears had transformed him from a mere survivor into a formidable warrior. His muscles, once weak and untested, now rippled with strength, and his mind, once clouded with doubt, now brimmed with confidence.
But amid the triumphs and victories, there lingered a sense of loneliness—a gnawing emptiness that threatened to consume him whole. Despite the beauty of the forest and the majesty of its inhabitants, Roland longed for companionship, for someone to share in his triumphs and console him in his defeats. Yet, in this vast and unforgiving world, such solace seemed all but impossible to find.
Lost in his thoughts, Roland was jolted back to reality by the sudden sound of Daisy's voice emanating from his interface. The sight of her ethereal form filled him with a mix of anger and frustration, a reminder of the unanswered questions that plagued his mind. But before he could voice his grievances, Daisy spoke, her words cutting through the air like a knife.
"Congratulations on surviving until now, Roland," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "You have grown stronger than I anticipated, and for that, you should be commended."
Roland's anger flared at her cold indifference, his voice trembling with rage as he unleashed a torrent of accusations. But Daisy remained unmoved, her impassive gaze fixed upon him as she continued with her announcement.
"The first round of the tournament is about to begin," she said, her voice ringing out across the empty expanse of the forest. "You will be divided into groups of one hundred, and only the strongest will emerge victorious. The more you kill the more you will be rewarded. The winner will be granted a reward beyond measure—a prize that will change the course of their destiny forever."
Before Roland could respond, he felt a sudden shift in the fabric of reality, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself standing in the center of a massive colosseum. The sheer magnitude of the arena took his breath away, its towering walls and sweeping arches reminiscent of the ancient Roman arenas of Earth.
As Roland took in his surroundings, he was struck by the sight of the spectators that filled the stands, their cheers and jeers echoing off the stone walls. Among them were beings of all shapes and sizes—half-human, half-monster—each one eager to witness the spectacle unfolding before them.
Just as Roland was beginning to acclimate to his new surroundings, a booming voice cut through the air, commanding the attention of the crowd. It was the voice of the announcer, announcing the start of the first round of the tournament—a battle royale where only the strongest would survive.
With a sense of urgency, Roland readied himself for the impending battle, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced for the challenges that lay ahead. In this arena of blood and steel, Roland knew that he would need to draw upon every ounce of strength and skill he possessed if he hoped to emerge victorious.
And as the first clash of weapons reverberated through the colosseum and the crowd roared with anticipation, Roland steeled himself for the fight of his life. For in this arena of champions, only the strongest would prevail, and Roland was determined to prove himself worthy of the title.