Greek Warrior

"Ha ha ha ha! Brilliant! Thrilling!

Spic, you're a genius!

Coming up with such a new way to toy with (torture) people."

"If he doesn't escape, he gets bitten by snakes. If he does, he's attacked by lions and becomes lion food.

This is just too exciting.

I could see the despair on that slave's face multiplying!"

"A tough human decision...!"

"Kill him, yes, just like that, ha ha ha ha! Tear his flesh, eat this filthy rat!"

Up on the spectator stands, many people cheered excitedly, screaming hysterically and singing exuberantly.

Blood and money seemed to be the only things that could stimulate their nerves at this moment.

They began throwing large amounts of coins into the arena below.

Seeing this, the slave master grinned from ear to ear.

This twist really had the desired effect.

Taking advantage of the guests' high spirits, the slave master loudly announced—

"Everyone, would you like to see how other types of 'tools' react when trapped in the cage?

If any guest is interested, you can come here to select various slaves, and choose the candidates for the next game.

Whether it's strong gladiators, elderly men, children, or even beautiful young girls, we have everything here for your selection.

As long as you pay generously, we will provide any service.

Of course— the prices of different slaves vary a bit.

Higher-quality slaves will be slightly more expensive. I hope you understand."

However, when the slave master finished speaking, not many people stood up.

Evidently—while the nobles had money, they weren't foolish enough to spend it just to watch a show.

Especially one that everyone could enjoy.

It wasn't that they were unwilling to spend money, but rather that someone might choose a slave, and then they could enjoy the show for free. Why not?

Seeing the guests above whispering and murmuring, but none willing to pay, the slave master's face turned as red as a beet.

"Hmph!"

A bunch of stingy people—!

The slave master cursed inwardly but maintained a smile on his face, not daring to show any negative emotions that might scare away these 'distinguished guests.'

Seeing that no wealthy patron opted for the custom slave selection mode, he couldn't let the atmosphere die down.

The slave master decided to first release a few ordinary 'tools' to completely heat up the scene.

Once the patrons were riled up, they would naturally be unable to resist spending money.

This trick—always works!

And as the slave master scanned the group of slaves, his eyes quickly fell on Night, who stood out like a crane among chickens, with both an exceptional demeanor and appearance.

But the slave master's gaze shifted away the next moment.

High-quality slaves like Night were brought here just to intimidate the others, making them behave better later.

The slave master had no intention of wasting such a valuable slave on this game.

Soon, he personally approached the slaves—smiling coldly, he asked, "Is there anyone who volunteers to participate in the game just now?

I can promise that if you successfully survive the game, you will be released and your freedom will be restored."

Upon hearing this, many slaves were momentarily tempted.

Compared to being a slave, where they were not even worthy of having a name or surname, and their descendants would also continue as slaves, even if they were lucky enough to be bought, they would never be able to hold their heads high.

Freedom—!!

Such an alluring name.

Having lost their freedom, lost themselves, lost everything, they couldn't even marry and have children.

They couldn't even carry on their bloodline or reproduce.

Compared to this, what is there to fear about death?!

"I'll do it!!" A strong man stood up, and from the calluses on his palms, it was evident he was once a powerful warrior.

Seeing this, the slave master nodded in satisfaction.

He remembered this slave as a warrior captured from the Greek battlefield.

Recently, Rome had been losing battles, and strong warrior captives like him were becoming scarce.

But in Rome, such powerful warriors, unless bought as personal bodyguards, usually had only one fate awaiting them: being bought to become a gladiator, fighting with other slave gladiators to earn honor and wealth for their owner, until they bled their last drop and died in battle.

Such slaves, even if they fell ill, wouldn't be treated unless they were exceptionally valuable in combat; otherwise, the owner would simply replace them.

Strong warriors, while worth some money, weren't exceptionally valuable unless they were extraordinarily talented.

Releasing some decent slaves would probably satisfy the guests even more.

So the slave master turned back and loudly announced—

"Next, we have a strong Greek warrior who has voluntarily challenged this brutal game!!!!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us cheer for this brave Greek warrior.

Captured straight from the Greek battlefield, he is a genuine Greek, a formidable Greek soldier of high value.

Honestly, I'm a bit heartbroken,

I hope he makes it to the end alive!"

As the slave master's words fell, immediately—cheers and excitement like waves surged from above.

A powerful warrior? A Greek?

Hahahaha~!

That's the kind of slave we want!

If the slaves die too easily without any resistance, what's the fun in that?

They wanted to see a fight, to witness the battle between a strong warrior and a beast!!!

And then—

Under the eager eyes of the crowd,

the strong Greek man's face darkened as he slowly walked out.

After choosing his wooden weapon, a spear, he was transported with special tools, finally locked in the cage, and sent to the center of the arena, replacing the snake-infested cage.

This time, before the snakes could descend, the Greek warrior had already opened the iron gate himself, choosing to face the lions in battle!

Rather than waiting for the venemous snakes to fall and scare him to death, adding a fear buff, it was better to be ruthless and brave now.

The Greek warrior didn't have confidence in surviving the mass of snakes, so he chose to face the lions head-on, bravely fighting for a slim chance at freedom.

However— as soon as the Greek warrior stepped out, Night, who was watching all this happen did not detect a strong life force.

The man was just an ordinary person, not a Greek hero.

So, even though he appeared robust, when facing a group of lions simultaneously, the outcome was inevitable

Night felt some pity; this was a battle doomed to end in failure and blood.

No, this wasn't even a battle,

but a desperate suicide journey of a trapped beast!

There was no dawn in sight for him.