Abandoned Lover [Future]

This is an extremely wide, but very dark corridor.At the end of the corridor, there is a huge metal door with black railings.

Through the gaps in the railings, you can see the scene outside—the sandy land under the scorching sun, and the crowded stands far away.However, corresponding to the noisy outside, there is an oppressive silence in this corridor.

At this time, thousands of people were standing in this corridor.

The floor of the corridor is marked by countless bright blue light spots, dividing these people into a one-meter-square grid.These light spots slowly light up and then slowly turn off at a fixed rate.Between exhalations and inhalations, dense figures of people could be seen gradually emerging from the darkness, before being engulfed by the darkness again.

These people are of different ages, genders, and shapes, but their movements and eyes are full of a certain extreme tension.Most of them are staring at the direction of the door in front of them, but they will also look at the people in the front, back, left and right from time to time, with obvious guards in their eyes, or bloodthirsty madness in their eyes.The heavy breathing intertwined with each other, and between the shoulders and heels that were close together, one could even smell the breath of the people around him.

...Like a group of wild beasts waiting to be released in the dark.

Eugene stood in this group of people, with an expression that was out of place and calm.

In this endless lineup, tall and strong men are the majority, and his normal stature is not conspicuous.He was like a shadow, quietly dormant in the middle of the herd.

……

In the Star Alliance Veldorn, the grandest and most eye-catching event is the "Gladiator" held every three years.

Every gladiatorial fight will be held by the government in the alliance's capital star green star.Its rules are as simple as its name: Tens of thousands of contestants use cold weapons to determine the last remaining 64 people after a melee.After that, the two will fight each other, and the winner will advance to the next level.And the winner who advances to the end can make a wish.

This wish can be to extract an astonishing amount of bonus pool, it can be to pardon a criminal who has committed a crime, or it can be to change one's identity from a commoner to a nobleman - within the scope of not obviously infringing on the rights and interests of others, the organizer seems to be very happy. Willing to fulfill the wish of the winner.

...And today is the opening match of this gladiatorial battle, and it is also the preliminaries.

The metal arena standing on the desert is now full of spectators.As the digital projection of the countdown appeared above the arena, tens of thousands of spectators and hundreds of millions of viewers stopped talking and moving at the same time.On the inner edge of the arena, rows of weapon racks are slowly rising from the ground, and countless points of cold light condense into a huge weapon belt.

All the people were silent and held their breath at the same time. In this weird silence, the sense of pressure and tension in the air was soaring rapidly.

After the ear-piercing flute sounded, the twelve inner doors in the arena opened simultaneously.

A dark stream of people poured into the arena, and quickly rushed to the weapon racks everywhere.Looking down from the commanding heights, the densely packed human heads are like colonies of ants, scattered, converging, and then

Soon a little red appeared.

The appearance of the bloodstains was unremarkable at first, more like needlepoint-sized stains on the white paper covering the table.

It's just that this star point of red quickly appeared everywhere, like some kind of contagious disease.

A sacrifice of tens of thousands of people officially began.

……

Eugene did not rush forward with the crowd.The scorching sun outside the door was too glaring, he kept a certain pace and walked out steadily, letting his eyes adapt to the changes in light and darkness.Someone ran past him quickly, and there was a distorted howl in his throat.

The fight had already begun the moment the flute sounded.People lost their lives between the shoving, stampede and punching before the door was even fully raised.Eugene swiftly dodged these expected disasters, and the purpose in his eyes was very clear, which were the common scimitars on the weapon rack.

The first person to take up the weapon has already started hacking and killing, screaming, screaming, screaming and even laughter ringing in his ears one after another.Eugene turned a blind eye to all this, as if the blood splashed around him didn't exist for him.Someone shouted and rushed towards him from behind, but he didn't turn his head to look, but when the person approached, he elbowed back suddenly and smashed the opponent's heart.While the attacker bent down, Eugene turned sideways, held the attacker's right upper arm with his left hand, stepped forward with his right leg and turned in front of the attacker, and threw the opponent onto the sand with a neat over-the-shoulder throw superior.

This action happened in an instant, and the attacker even held a dagger in his right hand, but he failed to take any advantage.The felled man tried to get up, and Eugene stepped on his throat without hesitation.

Then he bent down, picked up the dagger that was forced out of his hand, and pinned it behind his waist.

When he straightened up again, there was a man holding a double machete standing in front of Eugene.The man's stature is not tall, and the eyes looking at him are very crazy, but also mixed with some fear.

Seeing that the nearest weapon rack was empty, Eugene's expression did not change, and he calmly asked the other party: "Can you give me your knife?"

He was answered by the screaming figure of a man rushing towards him.

……

In the melee of tens of thousands of people, if one person dies every second, it will take several hours.The arena seems to have turned into a huge meat grinder, swallowing the contestants slowly and surely, and spitting out horrific dead bodies.In the chaos, those who tried to abstain could be killed before raising their hands, and the small robots responsible for removing the corpses were constantly moving rapidly.As more and more people died, the applause from the audience on the sidelines became louder and distorted.

It's like some kind of magical world.

And in this bloodiest scene, a figure gradually attracted the attention of all the audience.

It was a man with a double scimitar in his backhand.His wheat-colored skin was soaked red by the splashed blood, his messy black curly hair stuck to his sideburns, and the corners of his golden brown eyes drooped slightly, showing no emotion.

When no one approached him, he would just stand silently, like a statue that couldn't move.And when others bully him forward, he will move his body at an unbelievable speed, raise the knife in his hand, and raise a neat, almost beautiful blood flower.

One hit kill.

The quick movements and indifferent expression reminded people of Shura who came out of hell.

...Only the most experienced people can see that this kind of skill that can still accurately use assassination techniques in hand-to-hand combat cannot be possessed unless it is a top sergeant of the military's top-secret troops.

This overwhelming force, like a killing machine, made the remaining survivors afraid to get close.

In the end, he stood quietly under the scorching sun, surrounded by a huge circular vacuum.And he stood in the center of the red circle, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked around the auditorium.

He knew that he couldn't find that specific figure among so many people, but he also knew that that person must be looking at him.

If you do this by yourself, that person will know that you are looking for him.

……

After the gladiatorial pre-selection is over, the names and appearances of the remaining 64 people will be displayed on the huge projection screen, along with their "wishes" that they want to realize.

When the bloody Asura appeared on the projection screen, the audience erupted into screams and cheers.

Shura's name is Eugene Palmer, and his wish is "to let Xiao have the same right to live as humans."

The person's name and wish made people fall into exclamations and discussions one after another.

"Eugene Palmer? This name... Isn't he the one who entered the quarterfinals of the wrestling 12 years ago?"

"I remember that he was 19 years old when he participated in the gladiatorial fight last time, so he is over thirty now? Is this kind of physical strength really human..."

"What exactly does his wish mean? Shaw? What is the same right to exist for human beings?"

"It is said that his lover is a lover-type cyborg, and he seems to want to win him the same power as humans..."

"It's the most romantic thing in the world! If anyone wants me to risk my life like this..."

The conversation went on and on, and the entire audience seemed to be excited about the secrets of the gladiator king.As for Eugene, most of the rumors are indeed true—for example, Xiao is a lover-type cyborg, for example, this is not the first time he has set foot on the land of the arena.However, it is somewhat inaccurate to say that Xiao is his lover.After all, Xiao's master is not him, and the lover model cyborg will not fall in love with anyone other than his master during the duration of his existence.

Therefore, even if Eugene and Xiao would kiss and hug for some other reasons, the inner feelings would definitely have nothing to do with love.

——"You said you didn't love him, but you were willing to die for him?"

Before participating in the duel, Joshua once asked Eugene this, his expression was full of jokes and disbelief.

Eugene's response at the time was, "I'd love to."

If he didn't stand here, Xiao would be recovered and destroyed by the Life Society in three days. From then on, there would never be any trace of this biochemical man left in the world.

He didn't like this ending very much, so he was willing to gamble his life in exchange for Xiao's glimmer of life.