Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 175 : The Crimson Widow

The past three days, Zaroth spent every free hour studying the beasts in the arena.

While there were no books in the arena detailing the beasts, thankfully, the academy's library held a vast collection covering all kinds of creatures.

Using the privilege he had access to, he made sure to memorize as many facts and details about the beasts as he could.

Each day, he had Nightshade practice in combat, and with every victory, he doubled his wealth by wagering everything he had. As a result, he now had twelve thousand credits at his disposal.

On the fourth day, he entered the beast arena again, but this time, rather than intending to fight, he was going to buy another beast.

While he could have kept doubling his wealth, he felt it would be smarter to prepare extra for the upcoming round. Last time he barely managed to win, so he wanted to reassure himself that he would have more options from now on, should the need arise.

There were multiple arenas with fights happening at the same time, observed by countless rich folk.

Some of them seemed to be here only for the spectacle, as they simply enjoyed the fights without doing anything else.

...Well, there was one more thing they were enjoying, most of the staff were women who, consciously or not, seemed to be chosen for their alluring bodies. Many of the men stared shamelessly at them, while the women in question didn't seem to protest, as long as they weren't touched in any way.

Others seemed to take advantage of the bars selling alcohol, using it as an excuse to get drunk.

Zaroth, of course, wasn't foolish enough to get drunk in a place like this, but out of curiosity, he decided to check the prices.

Once he saw them, his face paled, though it was hard to see due to the mask that he was wearing.

So many credits for so little?!" he couldn't help but mutter in disgust. It seemed that this place didn't earn most of its money from entrance fees or selling the beasts in the arenas, the alcohol probably brought in a much bigger share.

"For fuck's sake, who pays millions for a single bottle?!" He had never held six-digit credits, and yet these people were giving seven digits like they were candy.

Some people are really privileged, I guess." In the end, it only reinforced what he already knew—that the world was simply unfair, with so many people going to bed hungry while these aristocrats threw away so much money.

He clenched his fist, vowing to become one of the privileged.

"Back to the topic," he whispered to himself as he began to look at what kind of beasts were fighting in the arenas.

He had already concluded that he needed two types of beasts, one would be a beast that primarily relied on pure power.

While it wasn't a bad thing that he had a lot of stealthy beasts at his disposal, as even the wolves could hunt silently, he needed something that could simply crush the enemy without a problem.

The second type of beast needed to have some kind of poison.

He had realized this when he fought against Aiden, but if one were to use poison effectively, it could become overpowering.

There was also the matter of what kind of poison. If he could choose, he would pick a beast that could cause paralysis, but there were others that could prove equally beneficial.

"First, I have to acquire it, I can master it later," he muttered to himself.

After checking all the current matches that were happening, he sadly concluded that there wasn't a beast that fit one of his criteria. As such, he was left with no choice but to find a nice place and wait for some of the fights to end.

"Please! Just once more! I know I will get the next one right!" A man in an unkempt suit was begging on his knees at a woman who wore black clothes that accentuated her curves.

'Why is he begging to one of the staff?' Zaroth's interest was piqued, so he decided to eavesdrop, as he currently didn't have much to do anyway.

"There is nothing I can do about that, sir. If you've used all your money, we can't supply you with anymore."

"Like hell you can't! Do you know how much I have come here to bet?! I am a loyal customer! I even took a debt to come here again! Can you please make an—"

He stopped mid-sentence as he was hit in the back of the head and he went unconscious.

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Another woman from the staff had struck the man and made him pass out. Without saying anything, both of them took the unconscious body of the man and began to carry him somewhere else to not disturb the others.

"This was sad," Zaroth had to admit.

This man had not only lost everything, but even taken a loan to keep betting? Is this why the older folks often spoke about how dangerous gambling is? Once you get addicted, you are going to pay dearly.

"Better watch myself and my betting, then."

After a dozen minutes, it seemed that the majority of the fights were over, and Zaroth began to inspect what they were going to bring out.

Sadly, nothing again caught his interest—

"Hmm?" Just when he was about to lose all hope, his gaze stopped at a particular monster that he had read about in the library.

"Crimson Widow Spider," he muttered under his breath.

These breeds of spider were enormous, nearly the size of a horse, with glossy, blood-red exoskeletons. Their legs were long, each tipped with barbed claws that helped them climb and ensnare their prey. Their eyes were multifaceted, glowing crimson, and their venomous fangs dripped with liquid.

While this wasn't exactly what he had envisioned when he thought about a beast capable of producing poison, it wasn't a bad beast nonetheless.

From what he remembered reading in the book, while this kind of spider indeed had poison, they relied heavily on their large body to catch their prey.

"…Now that I think about it, this might work better than expected," Zaroth muttered as he sat in the front rows, ready to observe.

He wasn't interested in the fact that the spider was strong physically, its poison could be very beneficial.

Zaroth parted his lips, recalling what the book had said.

"The Crimson Widow's fangs deliver a toxic venom that causes immediate internal hemorrhaging. When it bites, the venom quickly spreads through the bloodstream, causing severe blood loss and intense pain. The venom's effects cause dizziness, blurry vision, and a sense of weakness, making it difficult for the victim to fight or escape… Over time, the venom can lead to organ failure if untreated."

His eyes sparkled as he imagined how much more lethal his weapons would become if he coated them in the poison.

"That settles it then," he smiled darkly as he leaned forward, gazing at the spider.

"You will become a part of my collection."

The only problem was whether the spider was going to lose or win in the upcoming fight.

"Die… die so you can join me," he muttered menacingly as the match began.