Chapter 75: The Blessing of Resurrection

In the dark, damp, and crowded slave dungeon.

Thirteen slowly woke up from his dream, looking at the scene in front of him, he had a feeling of being in another world.

"You slept really soundly, sleeping for a whole day and night."

Hoer next to him yawned, complaining quite a bit.

"Thank you," Thirteen said in a deep voice.

He knew that if it weren't for Hoer guarding by his side, he would definitely have been attacked by the slaves around him.

Although that wouldn't be enough to hurt him, it would have disturbed his last beautiful dream in his life, so he wouldn't have been able to see the Highness.

"It's fine, one life for one life," Hoer said lightly.

Tap, tap, tap.

At this time, a burst of footsteps sounded.

Benson appeared outside the cell.

"It seems you still made the wrong decision!" Looking at the cell that was still overcrowded, Benson let out a long sigh.

"Your opponent is the Man-Eating Demon Lion Ouryu; the biggest reason it has been able to occupy the wilderness and ravage for many years is that it has a hard fur that is impervious to swords and spears, water and fire."

"Even if you have divine strength, if you don't have a sharp magic weapon, you have no possibility of defeating it; this means your end will only be to become a lump of rotten meat in the lion's belly."

"Slaughter! Kill all these useless people, and you will get weapons and a bright future!"

"You are only twenty-one years old this year; you have been in the dungeon since birth without seeing the sun; you haven't tasted the taste of delicacies and women, are you really willing to die like this?"

Benson tempted extremely, he really didn't want to see the slave he had painstakingly cultivated die like this.

After hearing his words, the slaves in the dungeon all shrank into the corners in fear.

Because they asked themselves, if they were Butcher, they would have started a massacre long ago.

"I will not slaughter any innocent person again."

"Death is not terrible to me; losing faith is losing everything."

However, Thirteen just slowly stood up, looking at the man outside the cell and said calmly.

"... Stubborn and unyielding; since that's the case, go and feed the lion empty-handed!" Benson cursed angrily.

And the slaves around, the light in their dim eyes gradually had light.

In the gladiatorial arena, the noon sun hung high in the sky, and the sand was scorched hot by the scorching sun.

The circular audience seats were still crowded with people, with no empty seats, and even several people squeezed into one position.

Under everyone's gaze, Thirteen stood on the sand again.

Only this time, he was not greeted by cheers, but...

"Butcher, you coward, go die!"

"Go die, go die, go die!"

"Hehe, I really have to thank you; without you, how could Sir Saimen be willing to bleed heavily?"

Unlike yesterday's cheers, most of the audience were cursing, and many even called for him to die immediately.

The reason was also very simple; most of the audience yesterday bet on Butcher to win, and after experiencing yesterday's farce, people changed their bets to the Man-Eating Demon Lion one after another.

"Hmph, something that can't be put on the table."

Looking at Thirteen who came empty-handed below, Sir Saimen on the top high platform said with a gloomy expression.

He originally thought he was going to bleed heavily this time, but now it seems he made a big profit instead.

Not only that, the audience who lost money saw such a wonderful gladiatorial combat, even if they lost everything, they had to be convinced.

This not only preserved the reputation of the Blood Tooth Gladiatorial Arena, but also hoped to develop it into the most famous gladiatorial arena on the entire continent.

Just as the sage Frankin said—reputation has a price.

As long as the reputation of the gladiatorial arena is still there, it is a hen that will lay golden eggs; even if he has to lose a large sum of money for this, it is worth it.

Tap, tap, tap.

Accompanied by a heavy stepping sound, a giant beast squeezed out of the opposite passage.

That was a giant lion with a shoulder height of more than three meters and a huge body that made people suffocate.

Its fur was dark brown, its mane burned like fire, and its golden lion pupils flashed with bloodthirsty desire.

On top of its head, there was also a line of deep blue text—Ouryu, that was the name given by the world.

"Roar..." The giant lion let out a low roar, although not loud, it still made people's scalp tingle.

After walking out of the narrow passage, the giant lion didn't focus its gaze on Thirteen in front, but looked at the dense crowd of people in all directions, excited to the point that thick saliva flowed from its lion mouth.

So much food!

Swish!

The next moment, the giant lion disappeared in place, turning into an afterimage and pouncing toward the people in the audience seats above.

Clang, clang, clang!

At the critical moment, five or six blood-colored spears rose from the sand, blocking its pounce.

"Beast, only people on the sand are what you can eat!"

Sir Saimen shouted at the giant lion from the high platform, and blood-red magic power torrents erupted from his body like a tide.

He knew the wisdom of the named magical beast; it could already understand his words.

"Roar!" The giant lion let out a lion roar, and then walked back unwillingly.

The beast's instinct told it that that human was very strong and not something it could oppose.

"How terrifying..." In the position where the giant lion pounced in the audience seats, several people had already been scared to pee their pants, their faces full of fear.

On the sand, Thirteen had clenched his fists and prepared for battle.

Although he had decided to die, he was also going to die as a warrior in battle, and would never be captured without a fight.

Roar!

The giant lion let out a thunderous lion roar, and its majestic body pounced toward Thirteen like a hurricane at extreme speed.

And Thirteen also swung his hammer-like fists without fear.

Spark Hall.

"If you don't have the habit of taking a nap, it's quite difficult to want to fall asleep." Xia Mingyu stretched and came here.

Because he was very curious about what was written in the envelope Thirteen left for him, he came over immediately at noon.

With a thought, the envelope placed in the corner between the obsidian prism and the lamp holder flew into his hand.

Crack, after tearing open the envelope, the white paper filled with crooked handwriting was revealed.

At first, Xia Mingyu smiled because of the funny handwriting on the paper, but soon he couldn't laugh after seeing the content of the letter, and his expression quickly became solemn.

The content of the letter was:

"Your Highness, when you see this letter, I will probably be dead."

"Please don't be sad for me; being able to meet you and Tamerlane is the greatest happiness in my life."

"Before meeting you, although I was alive, I was already a walking corpse, no different from a dead person."

"I still remember the feeling of killing my companion with my own hands to survive when I was six years old; blood covered my fingertips, and since then that has become my biggest nightmare."

"I think, from that time on, I was already dead, or rather, life was worse than death; the sense of guilt tortured my heart day after day, and I could only rely on repeated fighting and self-harm to suppress the pain in my heart."

"Until I met you, understood what is justice, what is fairness... I came alive again."

"It's just a pity that I'm going to die again, but this time I died because I refused to slaughter, so I am satisfied and have no regrets."

"The only regret is that I haven't been able to repay your kindness, Your Highness. If there is an afterlife, I wish I could become your attendant, pursue justice with you, and sweep away all sins."

Sinner, Thirteen left.

"Damn... couldn't this guy just say it directly!"

Xia Mingyu crumpled the envelope in his hand into a ball, his brows locked, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He called around the whole world, and only two people came; now if one dies, how can he realize that ideal of letting everyone live like a human!

"A single spark can start a prairie fire!" Xia Mingyu clenched his fist and raised his arm forward, back of the hand facing up.

The next moment, on the twelve obsidian prisms, a torch that was about to go out came to Xia Mingyu's front.

On the torch, scenes flashed by.

The man rushed toward the giant lion, fighting and killing each other; the giant lion's fur was harder than steel; after fighting for a long time, the man was pressed to the ground by the giant lion's claws, and his belly was dug open to eat his internal organs...

"Beast!" This scene made Xia Mingyu's eyes red.

"Spark, bring his consciousness over!"

The next moment, the torch dissipated, and Thirteen's body fell on the bronze earth of the hall; at this moment, his body was simply unbearable to look at.

"Is this the underworld..." he muttered unconsciously.

"Underworld your grandfather! You are my comrade; I am still counting on you to clean up this world full of evildoers with me; I won't let you die like this!" Xia Mingyu gritted his teeth and said.

As of now, there is only one way to save him with probability.

Xia Mingyu quickly took off his outer garment and covered Thirteen's body, then he said loudly:

"How can you say you have no clothes? I share my robe with you."

"The king raises his army, I repair my spear and sword."

"Share the same hatred with you!"

This was Xia Mingyu's only way at this moment; as long as Thirteen could awaken a blessing that could heal wounds and bring the dead back to life, then there was still hope!

After the words fell, the clothes turned into light spots and merged into Thirteen's body.

A stream of information flowed into the minds of the two.

Thirteen Nirvana: Your first thirteen deaths will bring rebirth, and the reborn you will become more powerful, and at the same time obtain a blessing.

Immediately after, the man's mutilated body that had been opened and dug out recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"... You are really a lucky guy!" Xia Mingyu, who had come to his senses, exclaimed.

"The great hero Hercules once experienced twelve trials to wash away his sins, Spartacus rose up to resist injustice as a slave; I combine their names and give them to you; from now on you will be called..."