Our world is dead. 

Even if they deny it, nothing can stop the Catastrophe. 

Our world will kill us. 

It's a curse. 

A curse which have already kill the Elves and the Dwarves. 

I want to survive. 

... 

I live in Underground. 

Level -1. 

The slum. 

A place which has never see the sun. 

... 

I'm a thief. 

A good one I must say. 

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

Never caught. 

... 

You probably don't know what I'm talking about. 

You see, someone sold me. I don't know who. 

And I'm actually on the prisoner carriage. I hate the prisoner carriage. 

No. Actually I hate where we're going. 

Level 4.

The Arena.

A place where Arena slaves fight. 

Like this it sounds good, but believe me it's not. 

They make us fight the monsters who leave the dungeon. 

Oh yes, the dungeon. 

Some said he is under all the planet. (Yes, he is underground.) Nest of the monster, now that nothing can live at the surface. 

I've already told you, our world is dead. 

So most of the time it's good, weaker monster who escape a stronger one. We can survive. 

But sometime it's one of those stronger one who found the smell of our city appealing. 

Every slave die, the nobles have to act. It's not pretty. 

Those who can use magic are call nobles and the king is the strongest of them all. 

... 

So. 

I don't want to go. 

And I'm fucking going to kill the son of a bitch who sold me. 

NAME: Anubis 

AGE: 23 

RACE: best-man (fox) - ?? 

JOB: Thief 

-JOB LEVEL: 47 

MAGIC TYPE: ?? 

- MAGIC LEVEL: ?? 

That's my status. 

They need it to make the slave collar. 

And to give us weapon. 

Now I have two daggers. I want poison. 

Dagger can't pierce the defense of a monster. I need poison. 

I miss mine. 

But now is not the time to complain. 

Our fight will begin. 

I need to find a sword.