Chapter 5 The Unluckiest Primarch
The young man stood together with about a hundred slaves.
The frightened and panicked expressions of these people show that they are all "newcomers", but they are not as lucky as Qin Xia.
After they were anesthetized and sent to the arena, they woke up not in the gladiator's residence, the big cave where Qin Xia was now, but in the battle area directly in the center of the arena.
No one would think that Qin Xia was lucky. Those kind-hearted gladiators like Honor would only think that the arena had special arrangements for Qin Xia.
"I have citizenship, I am not a slave! Let me out!"
"They will let us...let us fight each other here!"
"God, why do you want to Am I sent to this hell?"
"..."
People in the battle area fell into panic under the gaze of the audience, either crying or complaining, or... Questioning the gods of Nuceria.
The young man is in it.
He was panicked and frightened, but he didn't cry.
Because what made him feel more uncomfortable than this unfamiliar environment was the extremely heavy negative feelings he felt.
Fear, anger, sadness...these emotions were like a surging river, pouring into his head in a way that the boy couldn't even see.
But in addition to these negative emotions, there are some different emotions that teenagers can feel.
Carnival, joy, excitement, bloodthirsty...
The young man didn’t know why he had such contradictory emotions, let alone where these emotions came from. He could only feel their existence and their impact on The aggression one feels.
Being in such a torturous environment, the young man even began to miss and long for the environment he had before coming to the arena.
It was a cold mountain.
There are two of his worst memories so far.
The boy's first painful memory of the mountains was of him running wildly in the mountains.
Those weird-looking people chased him behind him, attacking like darts fired from something strange.
Every time the sound of "darts" piercing the air is heard in the ears, great pain will be felt in the body.
The boys who shot the darts shed tears as they ran.
But he still took revenge on those strange enemies. He picked up some stones while running, turned around and threw them back while crying.
Until those pursuers became fewer and fewer, he turned around and killed those pursuers.
After smashing a man's helmet with a stone, he looked at the face under the helmet. It was a person with pointed ears and did not look like a human being.
I don’t know why, but at that time, a word appeared in the young man’s consciousness: “Ada people”.
This is the first bad memory of that high mountain.
The second memory is that he was found by another group of people, and then he was stunned by this group of people with something and sent to this ghost place.
These memories are painful. Even when living in that high mountain without the threat of enemies, the barrenness and terrifying beasts there cannot bring any peaceful experience.
But compared to this ghost place now, that high mountain is simply paradise.
At least that inaccessible place won’t have so much pain, panic, ecstasy, excitement, and a sensory storm of all kinds of emotions.
“Are you all awake?”
“Very good!”
A sphere suddenly fell from the sky, circling back and forth among the slaves who were about to face a brutal gladiatorial fight in the fighting area of the arena.
At the same time, this weird thing also released words full of excitement and expectation, just like a host speaking on his own show.
"The audience."
"These fools must have thought we were going to let them fight each other in a gladiatorial arena, but actually...well, actually we are."
“But the form of fighting is different from usual.”
"Everyone on Nuceria is welcome to enjoy this unique day on this unique day, in the form of..."
The moderator, speaking through the orb, drew out his voice.
"Evil, evil, evil, evil! Tears of the devil! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" As soon as he finished speaking, the ground in the fighting area of the arena suddenly trembled.
Then a tall tower rose not far away, and there was the sound of something opening in all directions, and then there was liquid rushing towards the center of the arena.
When the liquid rushes over the red sand, even the blood that has accumulated for many years on the sand is vaporized.
The young man realized that the liquid was corrosive, and he immediately turned his head to look at the tall tower that had just risen not far away.
Not only the boy, but also everyone else looked at the tower, and then everyone ran towards the tower together.
People climb the tower.
At first people helped each other, the young supported the old, two people pulled one person up, and the mother sent the child up first...
But the liquid quickly swept over. It seemed to be controlled by some strange technology. It accumulated without being contained, and then spread upwards under the tower.
The higher the tower, the fewer people can stand.
As people begin to climb to higher places, the relationships between people become more cruel.
From helping each other, to shouting and swearing at each other, to pushing each other, and then to deliberately pushing each other into the liquid below, looking at the vaporization of a certain unlucky guy with a cruel smile.
The young man also wanted to live, so he climbed up too.
His body was like a powerful engine that never stopped, and he easily climbed to heights where everyone had to take a few breaths to slow down.
Until Liquid and everyone else have reached the highest point where only one person can stand.
Someone tried to push the boy down, but that person was too hard and failed to push the boy down. Instead, he fell down.
Whenever someone dies, or someone feels desperate in a desperate situation, the young man will feel the same, but he wants to live, and his desire to survive forces him to fight back.
The boy started fighting with others.
He didn't want anyone to fall into the liquid and be corroded by pain, so he adopted a method that could end other people's pain more simply and directly.
Break the head with one punch, break the neck...
Until the end, only the boy was left at the top of the tower.
The liquid stopped spreading, and the cheers of the audience reached their peak.
People are celebrating and cheering for this winner.
The young man felt many emotions of excitement, admiration and praise. Those emotions clearly came from vicious people, but they could dilute the pain he had felt before. Therefore, his sadness gradually dissipated, and he just looked at the audience in confusion, not understanding what those emotions were. Why do people feel happy when they see others die?
"Oh, look, the final winner has appeared!"
The sphere floated to the boy.
“This is the prince from the mountains! This is the slave who is considered to have the greatest chance of winning in this fight!”
“Those who had wisely bet on him before, those who bet on him, For those who missed out on winnings by betting on others, I’m sorry, I don’t have time to congratulate or console you right now, because now I want to hear the winner’s declaration!”
The sphere flew directly opposite the boy.
Lights fell from the sky and focused on the young man.
"Tell me, tell us, shout out loud, what is your name, the prince from the mountains?!"
The young man was silent.
“Well, he doesn’t have a name.”
"How can a mountain savage, a freak captured by the slave team with anesthesia, have his own name?"
"Let me name this slave."
Orbs flew around Angron.
"Since you were captured by the Tarke family...and considering your performance..."
At this point, fireworks rose and exploded in the arena.
A name was shouted out in a roaring voice by the host on the other side of the sphere.
"An'an'an'an'an'an - Angron!"
"Angron Tarc!"
(End of this chapter)