Chapter 58 You've Lost Your Mind!

Inside the dungeon.

Thirteen sat on the floor, glancing at the dark, magic-suppressing collar around his neck, a trace of dimness emerging in his lifeless eyes.

Was it a dream?

What a wonderful dream!

Clank, clank, clank.

At that moment, someone stepped into the dungeon.

"Thirteen, time's up. It's your turn to enter the arena."

The man opened the cell door and said indifferently. He was Benson, the dungeon's warden and the one responsible for leading the slaves to the arena.

Without a reply, Thirteen merely stood up in silence and walked out of the cell.

What a massive and mighty physique!

Is this really something a human can possess?

Even though it was not the first time he had seen it, Benson was still awed by the giant's tower-like massive frame and iron-like muscles before him.

What a pity he's a slave... he sighed inwardly with regret.

"Let's go. Today your opponent is a ground bear. Remember to drag it out a bit longer. Last time, you beat the Black Abyss Wolf into a pulp with just two punches, leaving the spectators furious and demanding refunds."

Benson instructed the giant behind him as they threaded through the gloomy dungeon corridors.

The giant remained silent, and Benson had long since grown accustomed to his quietness.

"What... does this mean?"

Just then, the giant suddenly stopped, using his thick fingers to carve a few crooked characters forcefully into the wall.

"It means stars and fire."

Although puzzled, Benson answered instinctively.

If any other slave dared to interrupt, he would likely have lashed them with a whip to teach them a lesson.

But the giant before him... was one of the most valuable assets here, and mere warden that he was, he did not yet possess the qualification to destroy him at will.

Unless the giant truly committed a major offense, such as disobeying orders or refusing to fight... otherwise, he would not fuss too much over trivial matters.

Then, to Benson's disbelief, a terrifying smile suddenly appeared on the giant's scar-covered, ugly face.

So... so terrifying!

.....

Emerging from the tunnel, the sight that greeted the giant was a colossal circular arena constructed from countless heavy stones.

The spectator stands rose tier by tier like steps, densely packed with countless people.

Nobles draped in ornate robes and holding goblets filled with crimson liquid sat in the topmost tier, coldly looking down upon the bloody spectacle below.

Meanwhile, commoners and merchants crowded the lower stone steps, fiercely waving their gambling tickets and shouting hoarsely.

At the center lay a vast circular arena of sand. Years upon years of bloody performances had stained the earth a dark red, and a heavy stench of blood permeated the air.

At the edge of the sandpit stood towering iron bars, behind which lay gloomy tunnels faintly echoing with the angry roars of beasts and the clanking of taut chains.

This was the economic powerhouse of the entire Sosia Kingdom, as well as its most sinful and bloody city—the City of Slaves.

And this place was none other than one of the City of Slaves' most vital structures—the Blood Fang Coliseum.

Every single match hosted a betting pool, where countless people had either struck it rich overnight, lost their entire fortunes, or even been reduced to slaves on the spot.

"The Butcher!"

"The Butcher!"

Seeing the giant emerge from the tunnel, the crowd began to roar madly.

Hearing this, Thirteen frowned slightly. For some reason, ever since visiting the palace in his dream, he had grown somewhat disgusted with the moniker that had accompanied him for so long.

Let's finish the fight quickly so I can go back and memorize the characters that His Highness taught me...

With a single thought, a new line of text appeared beside the commoner's blessing floating above his head—Deep Purple Berserker.

The fighter class was a quite ancient profession, and taking it up was extremely simple. It required no complicated prerequisites; one simply needed to experience continuous combat, and as long as they survived, they would successfully acquire the class.

However, due to its extremely high mortality rate and difficult advancement, it had long since been replaced by the mainstream Path of Knights.

Still, for slave owners, letting slaves choose a profession that required zero investment was undoubtedly the most cost-effective option....

Roar!

At that moment, accompanied by a deafening roar, a giant bear standing roughly three meters tall rushed out from the opposite tunnel.

Its entire body was covered in thick, armor-like fur, and its eyes were blood-red, exclaiming an oppressive and ferocious aura.

Starving for days with an empty stomach, it quickly locked its gaze onto the tall human not far away.

Such a huge chunk of meat!

Drip, drop.

Saliva dripped from the ground bear's fangs as it excitedly lunged toward its opponent.

Swish!

Closing the distance, the ground bear swung its massive paw fiercely toward Thirteen, the force generating rushing winds.

Bang.

To the ground bear's humanized shock, the giant intercepted its paw bare-handed with an arm thick as an iron pillar.

A human had actually caught its full-strength blow!

The ground bear's brain short-circuited for a moment. In panic, it swung its other paw.

Bang!

Once again caught by the giant.

Next came a contest of raw strength.

The giant's bronze-colored muscles instantly tensed, veins bulging like coiling dragons, and the ground beneath his feet cracked from the sheer force.

Amidst the thunderous cheers of the audience, the ground bear gradually lost ground in the contest, stepping backward pace by pace.

Roar!

Losing patience, the beast opened its fangs-filled maw and bit down fiercely on the giant's shoulder.

The fangs sank deeply into the flesh, and then... they couldn't bite through.

So hard!

Is that really flesh and not stone?!

The ground bear's mind stalled once more, momentarily failing to distinguish who among them was actually the magical beast.

This guy... is he really a frail human?

Boom!

Thirteen exerted a sudden burst of strength, flipping the ground bear onto the ground, and then rained down punches the size of an adult's head.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by earthquake-like explosions, his fists pounded like iron mallets against the ground bear's head and torso.

Each landing of his fists was accompanied by the muffled cracking of bones and the shrieks of the ground bear.

Blood and flesh splattered, staining his bronze skin and the earth.

The spectators stared in awe at the scene filled with violent beauty, momentarily forgetting to cheer.

Not until the massive bear was beaten alive into a foul-smelling mass of pulp and the giant walked off toward the tunnel as if no one else was there did they finally snap out of their stupor.

"The Butcher!"

"Humanoid beast!"

The crowd screamed like madmen, though those who had bet on the ground bear wailed in despair.

"Stars and fire... glory... justice... Xia Mingyu."

Ignoring the tsunami-like cheers behind him, Thirteen simply kept recalling the characters taught to him in his dream.

He certainly did not want to disappoint the kind Highness who was willing to personally teach a slave to read and write, even fabricating a well-intentioned lie for his sake.

.....

Meanwhile, inside the lord's bedchamber at Black Wolf Keep.

"What did you say? You want me to ask His Highness to be little Haydn's godfather!"

Just waking from sleep, Karon stared blankly at his wife beside him, momentarily wondering if he was still dreaming.

After receiving a sharp pinch to the waist that cleared his mind, Karon confirmed that this was indeed reality.

"You've lost your mind, Danielle!"

"Although Lord Mingyu has always been kind and benevolent, and we did help His Highness with a few matters, to expect His Highness to act as little Haydn's godfather is simply wishful thinking!"

Karon, who usually cherished his wife deeply, could not help but reprimand her sternly.

For nobles, the bond between a godfather and oneself is an extremely intimate tie, hardly inferior to that of a biological father, and vice versa...

(Note: Blessings are essentially the world's protection bestowed upon intelligent lifeforms, hence no blessing of a slave can exist, for the world will never acknowledge any intelligent lifeform it nurtures as a slave.)