Chapter 1331 (1/2)

There was a child, born in a dungeon. It's a dungeon. In fact, the conditions here are much better than they should be. It's because it's not used to imprison prisoners. Gladiators are not prisoners. Although many of them were born as felons, they are the trainers behind them and even the money spinners behind them.

If you don't consider the blood and cruelty behind this job, it can almost be said to be enjoyable. Gladiators will become the stars of the whole city-state after winning the competition, and will be welcomed by all nobles and rich people. Even many ladies regard these precarious soldiers as the best candidates for their lovers and take them as their guests.

He was born in such a deformed environment. According to his father, he has noble blood, of course, from his mother. But illegitimate children are already taboo, the illegitimate children of noble women and gladiators? No one will admit his identity at all. In his life, he had never seen his biological mother.

Even his father died in a game when he was five years old. It is said that the game was very strange. It was clear that his father defeated his opponent with only a little scratch, but the little wound was not healed. On the contrary, it set up a fatal fester and let him die in pain.

The wealth of gladiators is naturally linked to their commercial value. When they can bring benefits to their owners, whether they are well-dressed or trained in armor, they will come at once. But once they die, all their property will be taken back by their owners, leaving no trace.

He would have been taken over as part of the property, and if he was lucky, he might have been raised as a slave owner's servant. But as early as the moment of his birth, fate decided to make a joke. Out of consideration of the child's blood, everything in the dungeon was taken away, leaving him alone. Now, dungeons are really dungeons.

But he was luckier than euni, because there were many people living in that dungeon. There were always people who needed to run errands, and there were always dirty jobs that others didn't want to do. He survived by doing things that even his servants didn't want to do. And this abnormal growth condition is destined to be in the earliest stage of his life. The dungeon is his whole world. The only thing that makes him feel interesting is to peep at the fighting in the arena through the holes in the drainage ditch.

He couldn't understand why those people who talked with each other the day before were fighting each other to death today. So he took it as a matter of course, killing is a matter of course, no matter what the relationship between that person and himself is.

This means that he can kill his friends or any acquaintance without hesitation, but fortunately, no one is his acquaintance until he is 13 years old. Thirteen years old is just a general concept, which refers to the day when he first stood in the arena. Of course, his task is to clean up the arena.

He remembers that the game that day was three people versus a bear, and there was no winner, so there were four bodies to clean up.

In the days to come, the smell of blood will be heavier and heavier. Outside the gorgeous and extravagant dungeon, he saw the truth of this small world, death, fighting, the winner has everything, the loser is worthless. This kind of two-level world cognition has been carrying out his whole life experience. The day when he was asked to practice this kind of cognition came quietly.

The corpse collector is a symbol of bad luck everywhere, especially for gladiators. Superstitious gladiators even pay him to walk in front of their opponents twice before the game begins. Most of the time, he will take money to do nothing. Anyway, the survivors will be the winners, and the dead will not be blamed.

But on that day, he didn't take any money. He just walked through the passage with something. Just as a gladiator was about to enter the battlefield, and in order to embolden himself, the man drank wine. The next thing, of course, was inexplicable. The drunken Gladiator punched and kicked him, and decided to borrow some blood from him to increase his luck.

But the unfortunate guy should not have been so careless to a child growing up in the arena. His pace was too flighty. He caught the flaw and hit the crotch. The attendants didn't even have time to respond. The corpse Porter, who was considered the best bully here, killed the rising Gladiator Nova cleanly.

The bell of the game has begun to urge.