The only thing left is the rage and the urge to destroy everything.
Nothing becomes important anymore, living is just living.
------Desperately, living every day in order to die.
How unbearable is that?
In his nightmare, the great god, the seat of Kama (Destiny), appeared in front of young Arthur.
God is motionless and speechless.
------God has eight billion arms, each of which holds an extremely sharp blade that can instantly cut human flesh and blood into powder; the flames on each blade carry a temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees, which can
Instantly burns the human soul to ashes.
God looks down on all living beings, He is cold, arrogant and ruthless.
------God is hundreds of feet tall, and it can grow taller and bigger indefinitely. One of its fingers is enough to crush a person a thousand times, and one of its breaths is enough to blow a person away thousands of miles away.
Standing in front of God, Arthur was as weak as an ant.
The god waved his arm and struck down the sword. Arthur rolled to dodge. He was blown dozens of yards by the photon storm raised by the giant blade.
The god waved his other arm and swept over with another sword. Arthur jumped up high, the giant blade swept under his feet, and the heat of the flames almost scorched him.
The god waved eight billion arms at the same time, the sword blades fell like raindrops, and the fire on the sword blades was like overwhelming heavenly fire.
The young man rolled, dodged, and fled madly, trying to survive in the sword rain. His speed was as fast as lightning, and his movement was as agile as a butterfly. He danced in the sword rain, and moved downstream in the death storm, as if he was
I have been through this battle hundreds of millions of times.
The heat of the flames could not scorch him, nor could the extremely sharp sword frighten him. The only strength he had at this moment was the fortitude that came from the depths of his soul.
However, people are people after all.
No matter how strong we become, human beings will always be weak. No matter how strong we become, human beings will never be able to defeat God.
Not to mention that without any means of resistance, it is even impossible to continuously dodge God's attacks.
His battle only lasted for tens of seconds, but it lasted as long as a century. After dodging tens of thousands of attacks, the boy made a small mistake and the challenge fell short.
The sword blade smashed his arm and broke his leg; he lost his mobility, and his body was eventually smashed.
So, once again, God wielded a giant blade and ended everything.
After the flames passed, not a single ember was left. Even the boy's soul was burned without a trace.
His challenge failed again. His [spirit] reincarnated again in the universe--until he came before God again.
How many times are you going to challenge me, stupid human being?
As a small, weak, ignorant and ignorant person like you, just keep struggling at the bottom of the world! Just keep being stepped on by fate! Why do you continue to resist?
------Don't you understand that all this is in vain?
When Arthur woke up in the morning, he found that he was already on the boat. His body was still sore from yesterday's battle, and the rocking of the boat made him have the urge to vomit.
"Huh?" Only then did he feel that his hands were tied behind his back, and he felt that something was wrong.
"Oh, you're awake?" said the masked man rowing the boat next to him, "Do you know what situation you are in now?"
"Please give me some advice." Young Arthur asked feebly, twisting his body and leaning on the boat to sit up, trying to see the surrounding environment clearly.
The fog was blurry, and a small wooden boat sailed on a sea (lake?). The water was as calm as a mirror, with only the waves of microwaves raised by the boat. Arthur only felt the coldness around him, but not the fog.
Moist. He has a sense of being divorced from reality and [distorted].
The masked man was covered in a black robe and covered his face with a black bag. His tall figure looked like an executioner and a bit like a human trafficker.
When Arthur was observing the masked man, the other party was also observing the young man's face. He looked at it for a while and then said slowly: "Humph, the boy is quite calm. You don't know that you have been sold by your master."
Yet?"
"...It is indeed Richard's style. If you can't get something, you will destroy it." Arthur pretended to be indifferent, but he could not hide the anger in his heart. The knight bought back the boy who was once a slave.
, and now they want to sell the boy to another place.
Arthur's life is doomed to be full of misfortunes. After one disaster ends, he will be involved in another disaster in an instant.
------What a [wonderful] life.
"Even if you are a slave redeemed by the Knights' welfare system, it does not mean that you can disobey your master casually." The masked man smiled sinisterly and said, "I advise you to be your master's dog next time."
However, I’m afraid you won’t have this [next time] either.”
"You don't want to kill me, right? Even if you kill a small character like me, it's meaningless." Arthur asked tentatively.
He tried to break free from the rope that tied him, but in vain. The rope was tied very professionally, leaving no room for movement of his hands.
A ferocious laugh came from under the mask of the masked man. He had already seen through Arthur's little tricks to divert attention, and now he just used the victor's ferocious smile to taunt the young man: "Kill you? No.------
However, you won’t live long. The number of people who can come out of the arena alive can be counted on ten fingers.”
"Arena?"
"Ah, we're here." The masked man said, and the surrounding fog slowly dissipated, and the secret realm was reflected in the young man's eyes.
The ominous island composed of jagged and strange rocks stands on the sea, like a claw reaching into the sky.
A huge building stands on an isolated island. It is dilapidated and lifeless, and the walls are covered with a strange green atmosphere. The solemn scene seems to hide the gloom of death.
There is no reason for such an island and such a huge building to remain hidden in the world. Arthur instantly understood that the smoke just now was a masterpiece of magic. The smoke would only dissipate when the ship got close enough.
, the building will appear in front of visitors.
"...Concealment magic? Is it necessary to go to such great lengths to hide a building?" Arthur couldn't help but ask.
"Hmm? I know a lot, kid. But you probably don't know this, right? The invisibility magic here is natural and has existed since hundreds of millions of years ago. This is the observation deck of the gods, where they can see
This is a place where humans fight each other for fun. This is the Arena of Death [Langridoa], the bloody hell of gladiators."
"I see... no wonder it smells like blood." Arthur muttered softly.
The masked man had already covered Arthur's face with a handkerchief filled with Ecstasy. The boy did not struggle and could not struggle. He gradually lost consciousness.
In a state of confusion, Arthur vaguely understood the fate he was about to face.