Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

"This time the world is good."

After returning to the misty void, Yiwen rarely took the initiative to talk to Halo.

As he spoke casually, he looked at the void.After experiencing so many worlds, he has been able to determine that the fading of the fog is not an illusion caused by his mental instability.

In the realm surrounded by amorphous translucent gas, those headless and bodyless things are squirming. When he stares intently, the monsters in the hazy void will cower timidly and retreat into the depths of the mist. so that he can never see it again.

"Uh, it's a good thing if the courier can show his enthusiasm for work~"

This time the halo seemed to be a little wilted.

Ivan looked at this scene in amazement, raised his head, stared at the light that seemed to be dimmed a bit, then thought for a while, folded his hands together, and stretched out his palms to a high place.

Halo trembled as if shocked, but under Ivan's gaze, he hesitated for a moment, descended from the height that Ivan couldn't touch even the longest part of his hand, and landed gently in the palm of his hand.

The result was not as big as a slap.

Evan was surprised.

And it feels cool in the hand, like... the temperature of a person's skin being blown cold by the cold wind in the winter wind?

What surprised him the most was that this halo actually had a substance. Compared with the dazzling sphere composed of light bodies that he could feel when looking up, it feels like a soft rubber in his hand now...

Or plasticine?

"I suddenly have a question." Ivan said.

"?"

"Speaking of which, is everything real now? Although I can feel that the world is real, but... after that kind of thing, I am not very sure about the margins between the world."

Ivan thought, "Why don't you tell me, what is this? Because I had a car accident, I was frozen, and black technology was used to allow me to travel between different worlds, and I gradually recovered my body functions by running missions." ?'"

——It sounds super bloody.

"No... woo!"

Ivan pulled the halo with his hand, feeling the soft feeling of being pulled apart under his hand, and the elasticity is quite good.

"you……!"

Twist again.

Halo simply limp in his hand and remained motionless.

Probably because he knew it was useless to talk to him, so he simply gave up, but for some reason, it reminded Ivan of the person whose cheek was pulled. He was obviously very embarrassed, but he couldn't get up the spirit of resistance, which made him want to laugh.

"Stop lying to me."

Before he knew it, he had already started to use the command tone.

"Whether someone is really waiting for me or not, let's start the next world."

Anyway, when it comes to the end, everything will be known.

……

The sky was almost heartless blue.

As far as the eye can see, there is no trace of cloud, and the heat is so strong that the sun seems to be able to scorch people completely, and even the air seems to be evaporating, exuding heat.

And the gladiators who stepped on the ground with bare feet can feel the heat from the bricks and stones under their feet that have been sunburned and almost melted.

The scalding pain was like stepping on boiling oil.Every time after fighting, he stepped on the blood on his feet and returned to the dark prison. The remaining scorching pain would make his skin painful all night long.

But after going through this period of time, the man has been able to turn a blind eye to all this like other slaves.

After all, the poor gladiators just fought each other with their own lives, and the slaves who came to make fun of the nobles, how could they enjoy the cooling magic that noble magicians would give.Even if it died, just drag it down and replace it with another one. A slave is worth less than a domestic dog.

The moment he walked out of the dark and airtight corridor, his eyes ached from the direct scorching sun.

But the man still forcibly restrained the urge to stretch out his hand to cover it, and just clenched the satirical drama in his hand to please the audience, and the only thing he gave was a small and thin stick that seemed to be just a branch.

The voices from the auditorium in the arena pierced through his ears in an instant, and the violent and sharp excited shouts made his ears, which were used to being claustrophobic during this period, feel pain.

It wasn't until he looked around that the man understood why the audience was so excited.

——The devil pig, which was located in the center of the arena, could not be wrapped around even five strong men hugged it, was eating the belly of the gladiator lying on the ground.

He was still alive, struggling, screaming, pleasing the bloody audience with his misery.

The smell of the internal organs protruding from the fangs was unbearable, the scorching temperature, the people shouting frantically, and the only slender wooden stick in his hand, all made him restless.

But just like any dishonorable killing that was not enough to be called a battle during this period of time, he could only sink his mind and tell himself, calm down.

——In the arena, slaves are the least valuable consumables.

A slave used as a gladiator could live no more than two days.

But he has lived here for five days, and it is because of this that he has obviously lost all special abilities, but he is still calm and calm, different from those fighting skills of lowly-born gladiators.

Also, lucky.

But the goddess of fate (Moira) will not always favor him, and he must escape with his own strength before she leaves.

Not to mention that there is another kind of depression in the man's heart that he can't tell anyone.Whether those nobles who were shouting excitedly in the auditorium like madmen would realize his true identity was a worry he could not shake off.

The devil pig had eaten up the dead man lying on the ground, who had lost the fresh vitality that was full not long ago. He cast a crazy look at him who was standing in front of the closed fence, and spit out foul-smelling heat from his sharp teeth.

It hungers for his flesh.

While realizing this, the man just clenched the stick in his hand that was only as thick as a finger.

For fighters, fighting can often only lead to two paths, either death or survival.

The blood that nobles love—

The holding of this event is probably a commemoration of a noble meeting a happy event, this is a twisted tradition of the empire.

A few years ago, he also had contact.

When he got the supreme title, some nobles smiled obsequiously and asked him to hold a gladiatorial match so that others could share his glory.In the end, he rejected it flatly. At that time, the other party's expression was ugly and distorted because of embarrassment.

Yes, glory.

To convene a gladiatorial match, and then soak it in blood, whether it is the glory of a warrior or the joy of a young girl's newlyweds, what a glorious blessing it is, so glorious that it makes people want to laugh out ironically.

Minerva, my goddess, may I be bathed in your light, even though in this battle full of blood and sorrow, you always spill the blood of my enemies before me.

May you take care of me and let me escape from this cage that ruthlessly strangles the living.

May you come, give the incarnation, let the point of my spear penetrate the breasts of the traitors who have brought me to this place, may you give me the black flame and fire of vengeance.

I hate--

I swear to the reputation of "The Rose of the North".

"It's brave to fight against the devil pig and not run away, but it's not brave to scream so loudly. That guy makes my ears hurt." The nobleman beside him was holding a grape - it was so hot Under the bright sunlight, it still maintains the crystal and moisture that seems to have just been taken out of the ice room-while complaining.

Ivan, who was also sitting in the stands, could only smile.

He didn't like the taboo of blood that interested the nobles of this world.

To be honest, seeing the slave's stomach being pierced, then the bones and flesh were chewed up and swallowed into the beast's stomach, even though Ivan was used to the logic of this world, he still felt disgusted.

Vandagar's young master has always been proud and conceited, and it would not arouse any suspicion if he just shook his hand and left with a bored expression, but this time the situation was unusual, he still had to endure the feeling of impatience and wait here.

Because the object of his mission this time is among the slaves below.

"A new gladiator is here." The nobles around him raised their spirits.

With wild cheers, Ivan saw a lean and fit man walking out of the shortly opened aisle.

His whole body is almost naked/exposed, but is covered by a piece of incomplete cloth. His wheat-colored skin is wild and unruly like a leopard, and his smooth muscle lines are full of the beauty of a strong man even though he is traumatized.

Even the slave's disheveled and disheveled appearance could not conceal his angular handsomeness.The icy blue eyes without emotion are full of a kind of powerful arrogance. Even if he is a slave who is played with by blood, he is still full of determination, looking down at the nobles who are clearly above him indifferently.

A lowly slave shouldn't have such a look.

Otherwise, this appearance full of strong senses can only make people want to trample him down.I want to see this vigorous and powerful cheetah, with vicious and fragile eyes, sobbing with his uncontrollable desire, being humiliated, tamed and broken on the gorgeous silk and satin.

"This sapphire is very interesting."

The nobleman directly called the slave with his pupil color, with a frivolous taste, "He is very strong and has outstanding fighting ability. Although he is one step behind every time, he can survive every time. Many people want to see when he will die."

Then, he solemnly said the nonsense that everyone knows now: "Today, he will fight this devil pig."

"Yeah." Yiwen replied, "I'll give him [-] gold coins and ask the servant boy to record it."

The nobleman looked at him with astonishment, as if his mind was broken: "This devil pig has killed 27 slaves so far, you..."

"I like it." Ivan interrupted him impatiently, and then continued to focus on the male slave.

The young master of the Vandagar family, who usually looks too tired to lift his spirits, now has a look of interest all over his face.

The nobleman froze for a moment, but he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders for this famous slutty and conceited man, not to interfere with his decision anymore.

"The speed of the demon pig is very fast," the noble commented, "When it swoops forward, its half-meter-long sharp teeth will penetrate the slave's abdomen. If he dodges in time, he will only be injured on his arm, but no matter what Whatever it is, it will all end in blood, as you will soon see."

But the next moment his expression froze.

The demon pig did rush forward as he said, but at the same moment, the slave showed amazing fighting skills, quickly dodged to the side, and then raised the weak stick in his hand-or rather, the branch- He started, and inserted it into the eyes of the devil pig.

The sweat on his body shone in the sun, glistening like gems, and in a quick jump, he quickly jumped onto the mad pig that screamed in pain because of being blinded, and then inserted his hand hard into his body In the flesh of the beast below—

Then Ivan heard the scream of the demon pig.

He saw blood continuously dripping down from the man's body, flowing continuously along his legs and the legs of the devil pig. The whole arena that was boiling not long ago became silent, only strange creaking sounds could be heard It keeps coming.

Then, the demon pig finally uttered a tragic cry, its body was torn into two pieces, it was thrown high in the air, and fell on the dusty ground. At this moment, the blood kept pouring out as if it was going to flood the entire arena. Dipping continuously on the hot sand.

This ferocious beast was torn in half by the man with his bare hands.

A pitiful lament sounded from the throats of everyone present.But when the man landed lightly and wiped the blood splattered on his face expressionlessly, the audience broke out into violent shouts again.

"Sapphire! Sapphire!"

They sang this name loudly, like singing to a god, cheering for his strength and blood, and also keen to see the blood of the god.

But how cute it is, it's like a nickname for girls.

Thinking of this, Evan smiled slightly.

He stood up amidst the enthusiastic shouts of the nobles around him, patted the other side's shoulder, and said with a smile under the doubtful gaze of the latter when he stopped: "His arm strength is very good. I'm curious, when he was lying On the bed, because of uncontrollable love, I can only hug my neck, crying and panting until I can't make a sound, can I still have half the strength of a child."

"Tell the master, the seven thousand gold coins, together with the winning percentage I got, don't need to be returned—"

"I bought him."

"If anyone wants to rob me, tell him that he is Ivan from the Vandagar family, buy this man, and become my slave from now on."

The man in the arena seemed to feel some unusual gaze.

Even though everyone in the audience was looking at him, there was only that one look, which was even more chilling than the seemingly relaxed duel with the devil pig just now, which was actually a life-and-death battle.As if being coveted as a property, full of contempt and greed.

He couldn't help frowning, and cast his gaze there.

But the sense of threat brought by the gaze has disappeared. In that place, there is nothing but a paunchy nobleman and a vague figure who is leaving.

Only the chill lingered on the back of his neck and couldn't go away.

The author has something to say: this world: low-magic western fantasy (no non-human race, magic mysticism), recipient of this world: cruel and resolute arena slave (temporary/table)

Playing master-servant play in this world was originally a world for car training (correct), so I simply changed the original idea and rewritten it, although in some places it can still be seen that it was originally used for racing (right face) .

Also, the ending will be a bit different from the previous world orz