“Okay, I’m listening”
“You see, some of my patrons have interests, now some of those interests are seeing people mauled to death in the Arena but there’s simply one problem”, Bruno said gesturing to me.
“And I’m the solution to your problem?”
“Yes my boy, you catch on fast, so you see many fighter don’t go for the torture, the pain, the…kill. So some of my friends become bored so that’s where you come in, you need to as they say ‘beat him to a pulp’, the fighter will not be someone skilled of course”
“I’ll stop you there, I’m not some deranged maniac”, I said trying to walk away
“1 gold coin” He announced
“What?”
“I’ll play you 1 gold coin to fight but there’s a catch”
“Which is?”
“You decide not to go through with beating, you become my slave. Just to reiterate, the fight will be rigged in your favour but you fail to deliver and I’ll own you”, The expression on his face was like a chasm of darkness, devoid of all emotion
A gold coin, that’s one hundred silver, enough to feed me for a few months and to buy myself into the adventurers guild
“I’ll do it, just beat him to an inch of his life, no killing of course”
“Of course my dear boy, I am ecstatic that you agreed to do this, I dare say I owe you one, jokes of course, I am paying you after all, ha ah aha”, that damn pompous laugh creeped the living daylights out of me.
“When do I fight?”
“Right now actually”
“If that's true, that means you knew I’d agree to this”
He only responded with a smirk
I walked up to the arena like I’d done before
“So you made a deal with Bruno?”, The blue haired girl look at me disappointingly as she said that.
“Ya, gave me an offer to good to refuse”
“All his offers are too good to refuse the only thing is he somehow benefits no matter what, I’d say be careful but you’re now in the lair of the dragon, either fight or run and trust me it’s too late to run”
“Well looks I’m up, wish me luck”, I said tightening my wraps
“Ladies and gentlemen we have a returning fighter the Sand Bandit on the one side, no one knows how he always manages land his mischievous sand attacks but he does and well there are no rules against it so who cares, ha ha ha, and in the other side we have a first time fighter unnamed and unknown, all we know is that he’s here to kill!!!”, the announcer screamed.
“Now what are we waiting for, I guess its time, let the fight begin”
“Okay, just do it, beat him and I become a adventurer”
I entered the ring and so did he, the man in front of me was eerily familiar, It was that same man who gave me that loaf of bread after I ended on the streets.
“What are you doing here!” I yelled out to him
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“How poetic it is you, Sammy's sick and the medicine is expensive I….I had no choice, I was told that if I fought I would be given money, I’m sorry but I have to do this”, the frail old man raised his hands signalling he was ready to fight.
He ran in for a punch, I easily dodged and he fell over into the mud, this continued for a few minutes
“What the hell is this!”
“Do something”
“Rip his throat out”
The crowd was starting to get annoyed, what do I do.
“Fight me”, he yelled, “Please I need the medicine for Sammy, even if I die please make sure she gets the medicine”...he looked like he was on the verge of tears
I finally raised my fists, I landed one punch to his stomach, then face and so on, I don’t now how much time passed but there was blood, a lot of it. Eventually i was on top of him…time to finish this.
“Stop!!!”, I heard the shriek of a little girl
I looked and there she was trying to get in the arena as a guard pulled her away
“Grandpa!!!”, she went on
I bit my lip and stood up, “Get up old man we finish this standing”, I proudly announced and oh the crowd loved it.
The frail man stood up, raising his fists with what little strength he had
“You ready old man!”
“Bring…it…on” he said in between pants.
I went in for a punch and so did he, the only difference was that mine landed and so did his. I fell backwards pretending to be knocked down.
We both locked eyes, I gave him a little, he knew what he had to, from here things go blank, remember a flurry of punches
Damage received 1 point
Damage received 1 point
Damage received 1 point
Damage received 1 point…..losing consciousness in 3…2…1
“Look at the upset, the Sand Bandit has lost, ha ha ha, looks like this will be the end of him” The announcer yelled out
“Thank you”, he said
“No…problem….”
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“Round up the rest of the bastards and place them in the carriage on the left”
I awoke to the sound of a guy giving odd orders
Heavy damage obtained
Duration until fully head: 75 hours
Bare handed fighting Lv2 Reached!
“That’s good, level 2…what the feck is this!”, I said grabbing onto the metal collar attached to me
“Looks like my little fighter has finally awaken”
“Bruno, what the feck is this!”
“Well, according to the terms of our last agreement, I own you now oh but don’t worry so much, soon you’ll be sold off and we’ll never see eachother again.
“What do mean sold off”
“Don’t see look around you, you’re my slave now, ha ha ha” he said as he walked away”
“What the feck do you mean slave, Bruno...Bruno!”
“Shut up” one the guards slammed the blunt and of his spear into my side
“Blahh, fecken bastard”, I blurted out
“Oh look we got a funny guy over here”, he said picking me up
“Oh the greatest, your mom says my jokes are the best”, I said giving the most annoying smirk I could
“You’re going to regret that”, raising one fist I closed my eyes
“Leave the merchandise alone, we’re selling them off soon and that one's pretty beat up already”
“Go your masters calling you”
“You’ll regret those words soon”
I’m sure I will. Now usually I would be pretty depressed getting becoming a slave and all but after surviving everything that I just went through I have a feeling I’m gonna make it out of this one alive
Warning Slave collar effect: you must obey your master till the very end or you will meet your end
Otherworlder status invoked: Slave collar effect overridden-Well you were sent to another world the least that we can do is allow you not to be a slave
“Perfect”, I felt the sides of my mouth curling, is that a smile? I didn’t notice