Chapter 78: Will You Become My Godson? (Requesting Moon Tickets)

“A slave? Yet he’s reached the New Moon rank!”

“This is impossible, impossible—I lost again!”

“Hegex. Is this guy truly a slave by birth?”

The audience’s expressions varied: some were stunned, some wept on the spot, and others fainted outright.

The New Moon rank is considered powerful even across the entire continent.

Among the three human kingdoms, there exists an unspoken but universally accepted rule—any transcendent above the New Moon rank who wishes to join a kingdom may be directly granted the title of Honorary Baron.

A rank countless nobles spend their lives yearning for yet never attain, and this slave achieved it at age twenty-one with no resources whatsoever—no wonder their reactions were so extreme.

“Hegex!”

Gazing at the giant standing atop the dead lion’s corpse, golden flames surging skyward like a god descending from heaven, someone finally shouted out.

“Hegex!”

“Hegex!”

More and more people joined in, until the entire arena echoed with the name of a slave.

“This guy’s pretty capable.”

On the viewing platform, Sir Simon gripped the railing with a strange expression.

He had expected to suffer heavy losses this time, but now it seemed he’d made a fortune instead.

Moreover, the spectators who lost money, having witnessed such an incredible fight, would accept their ruin with complete resignation.

This not only preserved the Bloodfang Arena’s reputation but could even propel it to become the most renowned arena on the entire continent.

“Sir Simon, your slave is well-trained. Will you sell him to me? I’ll offer one gold dragon or three thousand slaves.”

At that moment, Mo Wen of the North, holding a wine cup, approached and gazed at the towering giant below, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

In the freezing, harsh climate of the North, no one dislikes a true warrior.

A gold dragon is the highest-value currency in the Sosia Kingdom, used almost exclusively by high nobles—one gold dragon equals one hundred gold sols or four thousand silver sols.

“Heh, I’ve watched this child grow up, raised him for years—I’ve grown too attached to let him go.”

Sir Simon’s face showed polite regret, but inside he sneered.

A transcendent with New Moon rank? One gold dragon to snatch him up? Dream on!

As for those three thousand slaves, they’re no different from the ones he once bought—snatched directly from Northland commoners, nothing but lowest-class slaves, not worth even Hegex’s little toe!

“That’s truly a pity,” Mo Wen said, his expression regretful.

Such a mighty, towering slave—perfect for breeding. He might even raise an army of giants.

In a luxurious hall lined with deep red velvet carpets.

At a long table, Sir Simon and Hegex, now back to his normal size, sat together, while Benson stood respectfully behind Simon.

“Here, have some tea,” Sir Simon said warmly, pouring Hegex a steaming cup of black tea.

“This is Sunset, the finest black tea, grown only in the southern lands—extremely expensive. Savor it slowly.”

Before Simon finished speaking, Hegex drank the entire cup in one gulp, like a bull, not even flinching at the heat.

Simon: “...”

A man who doesn’t appreciate taste!

Simon cursed inwardly, then quickly realized—he was being foolish to expect a slave to have taste.

“Hegex, you did exceptionally well—you upheld the arena’s reputation and made me a fortune. I’ve decided to reward you.” Simon clapped his hands.

Instantly, two beautiful female slaves, dressed in sheer gowns revealing much of their figures, placed a small chest before Hegex.

Click.

When the chest opened, it was filled with a dazzling heap of silver coins, interspersed with a few gold sols.

“How about it? All this money is yours.”

“And these two virgin female slaves are yours too,” Sir Simon said, his handsome face twisting into a sly smile, his crimson eyes brimming with mockery.

“You’ve never tasted a woman, have you? Try tonight—I guarantee it’ll be the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known...”

“No thanks,” Hegex cut him off before Simon finished.

“I don’t need these things,” Hegex said calmly, shaking his head, his golden eyes devoid of any desire, like a saint untouched by worldly passions.

Seeing this, Simon frowned slightly, then relaxed again.

No wonder he’s the one who rose from slavery to achieve greatness.

He’s never experienced pleasure, yet he’s young and strong—and still utterly indifferent to wealth and beauty.

Truly a genius!

A flicker of admiration stirred in Simon’s heart.

To realize his grand dream of reviving Klei, he must attract talent.

Though the Warrior class is hard to advance in and carries high risk of death, its combat power is unquestionably among the strongest of all classes.

If he poured all his resources into Hegex, perhaps one day Hegex could reach the Sixth Rank—Full Moon—just like him.

“Would you like to become my godson?” The thought slipped out before Simon could stop himself.

At these words, Benson behind him froze completely.

He wondered if his ears had betrayed him—how could such an absurd thing be said?

The “Piercing Duke”—a Kingdom Honorary Count, a War Hero, the Lord of the Slave Capital—three titles combined, his name echoing across the continent—wanted to take a slave from the arena as his godson?

This was beyond bizarre!

“As my godson, you’ll still technically remain a slave—but only on the surface. In truth, your status in the Slave Capital will be second only to mine.”

Simon spoke slowly, fearing Hegex didn’t understand what becoming his godson truly meant.

“You may go anywhere you wish. Take any female slave you fancy. You’ll have endless delicacies, luxurious clothes, grand mansions—and all the magical potions you need for advancement.”

“I’ll spare no cost to bring named monsters from across the Western Continent to fight you in the arena, drawing crowds to witness your rise and aid your advancement.”

“And when you successfully ascend to the Fifth Rank—the Crescent Moon rank,” Simon paused deliberately.

“I will invite nobles from across the kingdom to witness your godson ceremony. Even the King of Sosia, out of respect for me, will send an envoy to grant you the title of Honorary Viscount.”

“At that time, haha, your status aura will transform into deep purple nobility—the very dream of countless nobles, forever out of their reach.”

“And now, all you need to do is say yes—and all this beauty will be yours.”

"Well, Hegex of Klei, will you become my godson?"

Simon stared at Hegex, his eyes burning with anticipation, as Hegex remained expressionless.

(End of Chapter)