"Well, that’s the thing... either you are chosen as a champion, or simply someone wanted you dead. Simple as that. Just a mere whim from the strong."

Quinn could only grit his teeth in response. His jaw tightened while nails digging into his palms as he forced himself to stay calm. Complaining wouldn’t change anything here.

For now... he could only endure...

"OHHH!!! THE INFAMOUS CHAMPION!!! A TIER 3 MONSTER AMONG MONSTERS!! CHEER FOR ’CRUEL’!!!"

The roar of the silhouettes exploded like thunder, shaking the very air around the colosseum.

Behind the iron gates stood a hulking humanoid figure...over 3 meter’s tall. Its massive frame was wrapped in thick white fur that shimmered like sharpened silver needles under the arena lights. Each strand looked capable of piercing flesh and slicing anything...

In its hands were heavy gauntlets made out of something dark, as if forged nothing but destruction there’s was no doubt about it...

Ting...

Race: Yeti

Rank: Tier 3 – Elite (Low Tier)

"Shit... a Yeti right from the bat..." Quinn muttered under his breath, slowly stepping back and distancing himself from the chaotic crowd.

"This won’t be easy,much more hell than last time.." Quinn mumbled while trying to distance himself..

The slaughter is waiting to happen.So instead of rushing in like a fool, Quinn chose to moved from safe place...

"FROM QUARTER 59!!! THE LEGEND AMONG LEGENDS!!! CHEER FOR ’BLINK’!!!"

Another wave of cheers erupted... this time it was mixed with confusion and unease...well because of the being

Standing in the arena was a hunched humanoid, barely around 5’6 feet tall. Its back was severely curved, almost like its spine collapsed under its own weight. A Long pale white hair cascaded down to its lower back, giving it the appearance of someone on the brink of death...a weakling and that’s what most people whould think...

Floating behind the hunched figure was a katana...plain and ordinary at first glance, but the way it hovered behind the bejng was dreadful enough to make anyone piss..

Ting...

Race: Hunched Pix

Rank: Tier 3 – Elite (Low Tier)

"What kind of race is that...it’s ?" Quinn frowned.

"What’s a Pix anyway...?" He asked himself... curious to the hunched back being ...

Ting...

[Hunched Pix – A race that lives in mountainous terrains surrounded by freezing cold. They possess a humanoid form but always hunched. They specialize in swordsmanship, particularly with katanas. Despite their frail appearance and aging features....their movements are extremely fast as they are capable of ’blinking’ across distances. Victims often do not realize they how they died until their heads fall to the ground...]

Quinn swallowed hard.

"What a considerate system... you are." he muttered dryly.

"Now I’m seriously doubting if I can survive this..."

A Yeti and a blinking hunched bring...both Tier 3 Elites, the worst thing is the whole shit is just the beginning...

"AND LET’S NOT FORGET THE CHAMPION OF QUARTER 12!!! THE LIMITLESS!!! CHEER FOR FANG!!!"

"WOOOAAAH!!!"

"FANG! FANG! FANG!!!"

The arena shook even harder this time, the cheers turning almost fanatical. Quinn’s eyes shifted toward the next figure.

A werewolf, its body was covered in jet black fur that seemed to absorb the lights from its sheer hue... It stood nearly as tall as the Yeti with its muscular frame filled with raw power.

Lastly, its claws... almost reaching foot long that gleamed like blades..the carefree look it made the being almost bored...

Ting...

Race: Werewolf

Rank: Tier 3 – Elite (Low Tier)

Quinn didn’t need to know how dangerous that being as others

The host continued his exaggerated introductions, shouting the names victories, and titles of the slaves, especially those tier 3. Each announcement fueled the silhouettes excitement, turning the arena into a storm of noise and bloodlust.

But for someone like Quinn...there was nothing, just insignificant insect and it’s single role is to fill the colosseum...

Without further delay, the host raised his voice as far as he can muster... 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!! WHO WILL EMERGE AT THE TOP?! WHO WILL CLAIM THE TITLE....THE ONE!!!"

BOOM!!!

The moment the signal dropped, chaos erupted, 72 slaves surged into motion all at once.

Blades clashed from time to time..and dead bodies fall...blood splattered across the sand dyeing it into crimson red...The arena turned into a battlefield

"No way..." Quinn muttered, eyes narrowing.

"72...?That’s way more than Lyra expected..."

Still...there was a small silver lining. Only ten were Tier 3 the rest Tier 2...

Quinn waited for a moment for the real carnage to happen...but Tier 3 elites didn’t move.

Most of them stood at their own door. Others closed their eyes, as if the battle unfolding before them was nothing more than a boring spectacle...

They had no intention of lowering themselves to fight the weak, why bother? They could simply clean up whoever survived...those lower than them already got death sentence awaiting for them.

The Tier 2 fighters had no such luxury as they were forced into the chaos, clashing desperately just to stay alive.

Some tried to gang up on the elites, perhaps hoping to eliminate the biggest threats early but it’s only only a foolish act but also a suicide one!

Their heads were gone after being swat by some monstrous being..

A massive troll stood among the corpses, its towering body soaked in blood. Its skin seemed unnaturally tough, shrugging off attacks as if they were moths burnes to lamp light.

No matter how many moths tried to bring it down, it was futile endeavor to begin with..

That’s why Tier 2 slaves began to avoid the elites entirely because mo one wanted to die just like that!!

So, they turned on each other instead. Weak against weak..Quinn remained at the edge of the arena.

He ignored the boos directed at him and the mocking laughter from the crowd.

The cloaking effect he had was useless against the silhouettes...they could see everything below.

But Quinn didn’t give a shit about that...he won’t live to tell the tale anyways! So better act like a coward!

"THE HIGHER TIERS DON’T WANT TO LOWER THEIR STANDARDS EVEN IF THEY ARE SLAVES!!!" the host shouted, trying to provoke the elites,forcing them to act

But ..none of them moved, as if the insult meant nothing to them...

Quinn let out a quiet breath, his eyes scanning the battlefield once more.

"Fuck that pride..." Quinn muttered under his breath...