How Can Iron Chains Bind a True Lion?

It is said that when Gaius Caesar was young, he was kidnapped by pirates.

The pirates demanded a ransom of 20 talents of Gold.

Caesar considered it an insult and said something that stunned the pirates: "Twenty talents of gold? Who do you think you're insulting? I'm worth at least fifty talents of gold."

Caesar's ransom was five billion.

Of course—Having the five billion and surviving to spend it were two different things.

Caesar raised the ransom not to foolishly give money to the pirates but to buy time.

Shortly after being released, he recruited a force and killed all the pirates.

This five billion symbolized something for Night too.

His future decisions would be priceless, beyond anyone's ability to influence.

Now, he needed one Oris to compel the slave master to provide a weapon, aiding his escape (or slaughter) from this place.

But in the future—

He would be beyond price!

No one could afford his appearance fee!

This was Night's pride and confidence.

With the existence of the simulation universe, offering infinite possibilities for the future, such confidence was only fundamental.

Anyone else might have been inflated beyond recognition.

At this moment, the arena buzzed like a boiling pot. Suddenly, someone threw down an Oris, saying,

"I appreciate your confidence! This is what you deserve!"

Following this, more people began tossing coins and cheering.

"Hahaha, kid. You're arrogant! But you've captured our attention!"

"Don't die too quickly now, interesting…!!! I haven't seen such a crazy slave in ages! No, perhaps never in my life!"

Coins clattered down the walls, and as their sound rang out, the crowd's excitement grew even wilder.

Witnessing this, the slave master and the other slaves were stunned, eyes wide in disbelief.

Finally, the slave master relented.

"Since you've chosen a path to death, blame no one else!"

Hearing the sound of the coins, the slave master's face finally broke into a smile, and his expression toward Night softened.

Though foolish, Night had made him money.

For the soon-to-be-dead, why show a grim face?

Still, the slave master's gentle expression looked out of place on his face.

Night was then placed in the iron cage on the plaza, along with a wooden spear.

Finally—

Seeing the spear, Night, who had shown little emotion, smiled.

Gripping the spear, his entire aura changed.

Even the lions, observing and waiting for their chance, sensed the shift in Night's demeanor.

Most notably—

The sense of danger he exuded increased a hundredfold in the eyes of the lion pride.

Roar~!!

The lions became agitated, roaring at Night, all displaying heightened wariness.

What?

What happened?

Seeing this completely different scene from the previous victims, the aristocrats in the stands were stunned.

The lions—suddenly became agitated?!

When the lions become agitated, it's a sign of danger in people's eyes.

Agitated beasts are far more difficult to handle than usual.

That kid won't be worse than the previous Greek warrior, will he?

If he dies too quickly, it'll be no fun at all.

With a mix of inexplicable expectation and amusement, the aristocrats all wanted to see how Night would struggle in his final moments.

However—

When they looked inside the cage, their eyes nearly popped out at the astonishing sight.

Bang~!!

Crash, crash!

Night flexed his wrists and suddenly swung the iron chain at the cage door beside him.

Although the door wasn't locked, it was wrapped in iron chains, yet it still bent under the force, leaving a big dent.

'Has the power of the Hector's Spear increased this much? Now, with just my muscle strength, I could probably tear apart a tiger easily.'

Night thought to himself, feeling that even rocks would seem like paper in his current state.

One thing to note is that when slaves were put into the cage, their leg chains and hand chains were not removed.

This was also why the Greek warrior had died so quickly.

Defeating a lion pride is already difficult without a handy weapon, let alone with such heavy restraints on your limbs.

In such a situation, anyone who still harbors a shred of hope for victory, who expects a future despite these odds, probably has some self-destructive tendencies.

But among these slaves, there emerged someone as extraordinary as Night.

After gripping the wooden spear and instantly adding Hector's Spear's concept to it, his strength and everyone else's were now in entirely different dimensions.

Testing the power boosted by Hector's Spear in reality,

Night had no idea how many people his actions had just scared into swallowing their saliva, making their hair stand on end in terror.

"The iron cage... is dented!"

"Was that caused by a single punch? What monstrous strength!"

"To do that with one punch—!! It's terrifying. If such a punch hit flesh and bone, it would shatter instantly."

Shocked by the destructive power, but seeing the cage only bent outward and not broken, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

It's like seeing a fierce beast—so long as it's still caged, it doesn't seem as frightening.

However—

The next moment, boom~!!!

Night kicked out with a bit more force this time, and despite the chains, the iron cage door couldn't withstand the power.

With a groan of protesting metal, it flew off.

The lion pride, startled, leaped back a few steps, then roared, watching the figure leisurely walk out.

Night: "..."

This welcome ceremony is a bit too enthusiastic.

But it's just right for a warm-up, a bit of exercise as I return to reality.

Small scene—!

Compared to the battlefield of Troy, the danger in front of me is hardly worth mentioning.