Chapter 71: Opening Performance

In the dense forest where birds were frightened away and it was quiet and peaceful.

The next moment after Boge's voice fell, Xia Mingyu felt a strange power transmitted into his body.

This power finally gathered in his eyes, bringing a burst of cool, slight stinging pain.

Immediately after, his pitch-black pupils, like obsidian, gradually turned into an incomparably gorgeous ice blue like Boge's earlier, shining with a faint light.

In Xia Mingyu's current field of vision, the whole world had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Trees, wild grass, sky, mud... the colors of everything faded rapidly, and finally the whole world turned black and white.

Every living being, whether it was an animal or a plant, had countless black and white lines intertwined and gathered into a point, moving rapidly on its body.

"How beautiful!" Xia Mingyu couldn't help but say.

He still wanted to see a more beautiful scene, so he subconsciously looked up at the most dazzling existence in the sky above—the sun.

The next moment...

"Pain, pain, pain!"

Xia Mingyu covered his eyes in pain and fell to the ground; he only felt as if several needles were pricking his eyeballs at this moment.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Boge hurriedly leaned down and supported his back to lift him up gently.

"I'm fine."

Xia Mingyu took several deep breaths before he felt the pain gradually disappear, and all things in front of him also restored their colors.

It was just that his vision was flickering, and he had a feeling of watching a video from 4K quality down to 480p.

"The sun... is it alive?" Xia Mingyu recalled the scene he had just seen, feeling lingering fear.

Logically speaking, the Death of All Things should only be able to see the death points of living beings such as animals and plants, but just now, although it was only for an instant, he actually saw the death point of the sun!

"Your Highness, the sun is the incarnation of the God of Sun and Justice; of course it is alive!"

Boge was silent for a long time before he said with a wry smile.

It was only because His Highness had 1.4 billion blessings that he dared to do this; if it were him, if he opened the Death of All Things blessing and looked directly at the sun, he was afraid his brain would explode in the next second.

Xia Mingyu: "..."

He realized that the common sense that had been deeply rooted in his mind for the past nineteen years on Blue Star could not really be replaced by the "common sense" of this world for a while.

"A great blessing, I believe you will be my best attendant," Xia Mingyu patted the boy's shoulder and praised.

"Lord, I think so too," Boge's expression froze, and then a slightly proud smile appeared on his cold face.

"Carry me back to the castle."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The boy carried the black-haired young man who was closing his eyes and resting on his back without any effort and walked toward Black Wolf Castle.

Although thanks to Anliya's careful care these days, Xia Mingyu's weight had increased a lot compared to the beginning, but the boy's strength had more than doubled!

What's more, this was also fulfilling loyalty.

At the same time, a thousand miles away.

In the dark, damp dungeon paved with hay, Thirteen slowly opened his eyes.

"Insomnia again... It's been two nights since I could enter that Highness's hall." A trace of fatigue flashed in the giant's eyes.

Ever since he judged the evildoers in Spark Hall that day, he had never been able to fall asleep peacefully again.

Those memories that he had deceived himself into forgetting and pressed dead at the bottom of his heart emerged again.

Again and again, in order to survive, or for a piece of black bread, he had smashed his opponents, who were also slaves, to death.

Blood drowned his fists, and the compatriots beneath him let out shrill wails.

But he, who was still young at the time, just looked at him dying in wails coldly.

Because he was born a slave and didn't even know who his parents were, no one had ever taught him that killing was a sin.

Just as Tamerlane said in the hall, anyone whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people should be sentenced to death.

And on those crime papers, even the evildoer with the heaviest crime had only killed twenty-something people.

But he, who had been cultivated in the direction of fighting since he was conscious, had been required to engage in life-and-death struggles with slave peers of the same age in the gladiatorial arena since he was six years old.

Now he is twenty-one years old; for fifteen whole years, heaven knows how much innocent blood he has stained his hands with!

One hundred people, two hundred people, three hundred people... countless.

He is a sinner; he should have been put on the guillotine to have his head cut off like those judged evildoers long ago!

Because of the strong sense of guilt and the panic-stricken heart, the giant's muscles, which were as hard as copper and iron, were trembling slightly, and white sweat even appeared on his forehead.

How ugly, how cowardly to live, why wasn't the person who died me...

Boom!

He slammed his head against the stone wall of the dungeon, and the hard wall was instantly dented, but he could only feel a slight pain, which could not relieve the guilt in his heart at all.

Tap, tap, tap.

At this time, accompanied by a burst of footsteps, Benson, the keeper of the slave dungeon, appeared in front of him.

"Thirteen, it's your turn to go on stage; this is the grandest performance of your gladiatorial career, and many noble lords have come from thousands of miles away to see you."

Looking at the giant hitting the wall with his head, Benson turned a blind eye.

After all, as a slave who needs to obey all orders, has no freedom, and cannot get any enjoyment, choosing to self-harm is too normal!

If he were a slave, he would have smashed his head against the wall long ago!

What's more, this wasn't the first time the giant had self-harmed.

Crack.

Benson opened the dungeon door and took Thirteen out.

"Your opponent this time is the Man-Eating Demon Lion—Ouryu; it is a named magical beast that occupies the wilderness outside the City of Slaves, and it doesn't know how many merchant caravans that came to trade it has eaten, and it runs away after eating, making it difficult to capture."

"It wasn't until our master, Sir Saimen, personally ordered the gathering of strong men from all walks of life to form a lion-catching team that it was successfully captured and put into the gladiatorial arena."

"Oh, by the way, you don't know what a named magical beast is yet; once a magical beast's wisdom and strength reach a certain level, it will also receive the blessing of the world just like our human race, and it will also possess a name given by the world, so it is called a named magical beast."

"The most famous named magical beast is the World-Ring Snake Jörmungandr that occupies the outside of the Sighing Ice Wall; it is said that its body length can extend from the Kingdom of Sossia to the end of the world; I really want to go and see it!"

"You must be extra careful this time, because named magical beasts are very powerful; even as tough as you, there is a risk of being killed, and this is even the first time in two years that your odds are higher than the magical beast."

On the way through the dungeon corridor, Benson kept nagging the giant.

And Thirteen just remained silent without answering.

Looking at his lifeless appearance, Benson sighed, and then he stood on tiptoe with difficulty and patted the giant's heavy shoulder.

"Thirteen, I have taken care of you for six years; I know you don't want to be a slave, and you don't like killing; this is normal; if it were me, I wouldn't want to be a slave either."

"But this time is different; there are many nobles coming to watch this performance; if you can really kill the Man-Eating Demon Lion in front of everyone, there will definitely be nobles who will take a fancy to you and take you as an attendant; then you won't need to be a slave anymore, and you won't need to kill anymore..."

Before Benson's words fell, Thirteen's entire momentum suddenly changed, from the previous lifelessness to a terrifying state like a giant beast about to pounce on food.

"Bring the weapon." Thirteen said in a deep voice.

He wanted to stop this endless killing, wanted to see what the sunshine outside looked like, and wanted to see the glory of that Highness with his own eyes in reality, not in a dream.

"Very good." Looking at the giant whose fighting spirit had been ignited, Benson nodded with satisfaction.

As long as this grandest performance could be completed successfully, he would definitely receive a reward from Sir Saimen, and then he wouldn't need to work in this dark dungeon all day.

Bang, a giant axe that was more than two meters long and carried by four slaves together was sent into the giant's hands.

On the axe blade of this giant axe, countless complex magic patterns were also carved; they were drawn with the powder of high-quality magic crystals as pigment, which could endow the weapon with Transcendent power; only top-level blacksmiths could forge such weapons known as "Magic Weapons".

If it weren't for fighting the Man-Eating Demon Lion, such precious magic weapons wouldn't reach the hands of slaves.

A moment later.

The sand of the gladiatorial arena was scorched hot by the scorching sun, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and sweat.

Thirteen stood straight on the sand, like a towering bronze mountain.

The muscles on his knotted arms bulged, he held a heavy giant axe in his hand, his chest heaved violently, and sweat flowed down his distinct back onto the sand.

"Butcher!"

"Butcher!"

The audience seats were densely packed with countless people; because of this grand performance, the unprecedented crowd shouted crazily, and the cheers were like a tsunami, as if they were about to drown everything.

Under Thirteen's gaze, the iron fence of the opposite passage slowly opened, and more than a dozen slaves with thin bodies and broken wooden-handled axes and hammers as weapons walked out.

They looked at the giant who was as majestic as a devil in front of them with fear, their expressions desperate.

Thirteen was silent, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the giant axe he held tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Because he realized... this was to use an unfair slaughter as an opening performance!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 72 =====