Colosseum (2)
I can now use my ancient tongue to a point where I can influence higher beings to a certain degree, but the more demanding the order, the more damage I will take… obviously.
Even when the skill wore off, everybody else stayed silent, but their first naive and uncaring eyes turned into that of predators.
They stalked me as I walked into my cell, hearing the loud clang of metal bars shut behind me, locking me in.
"If you want to be slaughtered, then feel free to join me in the colosseum… well, as if a greenhorn like me would go against such strong gladiators, right?" I taunted the prison while sitting down in a meditative position.
And as the prison exploded into an uproar of insults and foul language, I just closed my eyes and calculated the situation and what my best future course would be.
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A few days passed, and no food had been given to me, yet I realized what I needed to do in order to eat.