"Hey, come to your senses."
Knock knock-!
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and woke me up.
I forced my eyes, which were not very open, open wide and looked around.
The surrounding scenery began to come into view through the spinning vision.
"...."
Inside a dirty and damp prison.
Dozens of slaves were crouching helplessly in a row.
The miserable appearance of the slaves, who seemed to have starved for days, made it immediately clear how poor this place was.
"You're finally awake. I thought you were dead because you were lying there motionless."
Swish-.
I turned my gaze back to the person who had woken me up.
A man of strong physique.
Unlike the slaves who were struggling, he was a man with a relatively well-built physique.
'… … Elli.'
It was his name.
The man who gave me a little bit of food while I was in prison.
Thanks to his help, I have been able to stay awake for the past three days.
"Anyway, it's probably best to start getting ready now. It looks like the game's about to start."
"...game?"
"Yeah. Can't you hear it? The crowd's roar?"
After hearing Elli's words, I listened intently.
As he said, it seemed as if a faint shout could be heard from far away.
'Well, it's been three days since I came to my senses in prison, so I guess it's about time for the event to start.'
Knock knock-.
"Anyway, let's get our heads together, buddy. If we just do well in this match, we'll get out of this hell alive."
Elli tapped my shoulder, smiled faintly, and started moving busily to wake up the other slaves.
I blankly watched his back and sighed deeply.
"Phew...."
Underworld Arena.
Here, a gruesome game unfolds, with blood and flesh flying
And in it, slaves are used as consumables.
Human rights were violated until the last moment to keep the audience entertained.
'… … It wouldn't be surprising if Elli called this place a living hell.'
In that gloomy situation, I couldn't help but sigh again.
It's not like I'm calling this place a living hell or anything, because until just three days ago, I had a different name for this place.
"beginning arc"
That space I've been to tens of times beyond the phone's screen.
"...."
okay.
three days have already passed, so it's time to accept reality.
I guess I've fallen into the Novel I used to enjoy so much.
and I possessed immortal, the main Villain of this story.
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Strength: 1
Agility: 1
Stamina: 1
Horsepower: 1
Cognition: 1
… …
Hidden Mastery
No technology
Sword : Lv. MAX
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… … And of all things, it had to be that Immortal, even though i like immortal but this is the character design to be died by hero'sword .
anyway
'The only two good thing is that the story is proceeding as originally planned, And I possessed hero 'system.
The Underworld Arena was the first space I opened my eyes to every time I started first chapter as an Immortal character.
As someone who has read Novel tens times, I knew this place very well.
But that's why my heart couldn't help but become even more complicated.
'… … This is a place you can never escape from, no matter what you do.'
Ironclad security.
A building designed to make escape absolutely impossible.
Even the harshness of the managers, who always created an extreme environment so that the slaves could never dream of escaping.
The Underworld Arena was a brutal area in the original Novel that you could never escape from.
There was no point in struggling here. That's why I'd been quietly locked in the prison for the past three days.
'More than anything, in this frail state, I can't even dream of escaping from prison.'
Actually, this was the biggest problem.
I have no strength at all in my body.
My head felt heavy as if a stone was on it, and my vision was blurry and spinning all the time.
Of course, it could be because I survived for three days on only the small amount of food Elli gave me… … .
[Lv. 1]
… … Looking at my level, it's not just because of that reason.
"...."
I looked around slowly.
Then, above the heads of the other slaves, translucent windows that had only been seen by hero's eyes began to flicker.
[Lv. 7]
[Lv. 6]
[Lv. 8]
The average level of a healthy adult male in Shav is roughly 10.
Even those slaves who are on the verge of starving to death, aren't they all above Lv. 5?
In contrast, my level is 1.
If you look at the status window, you will see that stamina, strength, magic power, and even all the stats below them are all painted with miserable numbers like 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1…
'Of course I would have no strength in my body.'
Although it was late, deep regret came over me.
'This is the only thing I can trust right now... ... .'
I silently looked at the edge of the status window.
To be exact, the mythical skill of the 12 stars that was obtained by sacrificing all of the abilities of this body.
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[Soul of the Sword Master]
Rating: ★★★★★★★★★★★★ (12-star - mythical level)
Series: On/Off Skill
Cost: 100 mana per second
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'… …Why is this one unusable again?'
But for some reason, the 12-star skill that was supposed to shine with a brilliant rainbow color had turned into a dull gray color.
Not available.
Ever since I came to my senses in prison, the [Soul of the Sword Master] has been in that state.
'Is it because my maximum MP value is 1?'
According to the description in the status window, the skill's cost was 100 mana per second.
But the magic power I have is only 1.
Even if you just do a simple calculation, it was a figure that only allowed you to use the skill for 0.01 seconds.
'If the skill was completely disabled due to a lack of mana… … .'
… … It meant that even the mythical skills obtained by gathering all the abilities of this body could not be used.
'Fuck.'
In that shitty situation, I couldn't help but swear.
That would be the case… … .
bang-!
… … The harsh chapter that was about to unfold was something I could never endure with my weak body.
"Get up, you little bastards!"
The iron door opened violently and five or six guards rushed into the prison.
As I watched the guards whipping the slaves, I thought to myself:
'Are we finally starting?'
An event that takes place on the three day after the slaves is imprisoned in the Underworld Arena.
It seemed like Shav's full-fledged story was finally about to begin.
"What are you doing! Why don't you move quickly?"
Chook-!
Suddenly, a pain that made my head turn white came over me.
I was wondering what was happening, and it turned out to be a guard swinging a whip at my back.
"...Ugh!"
sick!
Shit, this really hurts so bad!
My body was already weak, and with the shock added to that, my mind became dizzy.
But I couldn't just sit still.
The slaves, including me, began to run away in a panic to avoid being whipped.
"Huh, gasp...!"
A faint light begins to appear at the end of the dark passage.
As I got closer to the light, the faint shouts became clearer.
Soon, my vision brightened and I was greeted by an open space.
Waaaa ...
I stopped walking and looked around with a bewildered expression.
"ah...."
A circular arena surrounded by tens of thousands of spectators.
The dirt floor, covered in dust as if a game had already been played, was soaked with sticky blood.
There were still several corpses rolling around on the floor that had not yet been cleaned up.
At that moment, a man's cheerful voice began to resonate.
─Okay, then the second match of the day begins!
I turned my head towards the source of the sound.
The top of the stadium.
A cross-eyed man who appeared to be the host was continuing his broadcast at a high volume while holding a loudspeaker.
─First faction, 15 slaves from the Underworld Arena!
─Those who were dragged into hell because they couldn't pay their debts have now become gladiators fighting for freedom!
─The slaves who survive this game will have all their debts forgiven and even receive a whopping 100 million ashhing from the Ruined Merchants!
Rusty weapons were strewn all over the stadium.
Some quick-witted slaves quickly picked up their weapons as soon as the host finished speaking.
Ddudduk-!
Just then, the iron bars on the other side of the stadium began to open.
At the same time, the host introduced a common enemy that the slaves would have to join forces to face.
─And here, there is a hero who takes on these 15 slaves alone!
Gulp-.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
For some reason, the host's next words seemed to linger in my ears.
That would be the case, because this scene was one I had experienced tens of times while reading Shav.
─… … Human Slaughterer, jenkoid!
Scenes that I had only seen on the phone began to be reproduced in reality.
thud-!
The ground shook heavily.
A height that easily looks over 3 meters.
From the dark passageway, a warrior wearing a huge suit of armor was slowly walking out, carrying a pair of axes.
And this translucent window floating above his head.
[Lv. 71]
A whopping level 71.
Considering that anyone above level 90 is always considered the strongest player in the world, jenkoid the Human Slaughterer could be said to be the most powerful player representing this region.
Even in the original setting, he was known to be the strongest gladiator in the underground arena, so that said it all.
He wasn't a slave like us. Instead, he was a free agent hired by the underworld's fighting arenas.
Wow!
With the appearance of the star gladiator representing the underworld arena, the arena was filled with cheers that were incomparable to those before.
"Ahh, ahh ...
The slaves' faces turned pale.
Some of them lost their will to fight and fell down upon seeing the gladiators walking towards us with a fierce aura.
"Wake up, you little shits!"
At that moment, a slave holding a spear that was rolling on the floor shouted in a loud voice.
… …It was Elli.
He glared at the human butcher, jenkoid, and growled curiously.
"We're overwhelmingly outnumbered! If we kill just one of those big knights, we're free!"
freedom.
The moment that word came out, the air flowing among the slaves changed.
Before they knew it, a glimmer of hope began to appear in their eyes.
The slaves, clutching the handles of their worn-out weapons, rekindled their will to live.
"...."
But when I saw them, I couldn't help but bite my lip.
Because I knew full well how this death Game would ultimately end.
'… …No one will survive.'
All slaves who played this game died.
Without a single exception.
Even the Immortal's character is split in half by the twin axes of the human butcher Barba.
Whirilirik!
Crunch-!
The noisy stadium suddenly became quiet.
With a sound like a watermelon bursting, crimson blood spurted out in all directions.
I turned my head to look behind me.
A huge axe cut Elli's face in two.
dump-.
A corpse falling down helplessly.
A delayed explosive reaction erupted from the stands.
Woooo ...
From then on, it was a series of one-sided massacres.
Living up to his nickname, the Butcher of Men, jenkoid wielded a pair of axes and continued his carnage for the audience.
Blood and viscera were scattered.
The terrified slaves ran wildly away from jenkoid, only to be killed by flying axes.
I could only watch the situation quietly with my eyes shaking with anxiety.
'My body, won't move… …!'
It wasn't that my body was frozen from fear.
No matter how much I struggled, something outside the laws of physics was binding me tightly.
Cut-Scene from the underworld arena.
An unknown force was restraining my movements in an attempt to reproduce the exact moment of the image I had only seen through the phone.
'...okay.'
This is exactly how the Game proceeded.
Immortal and slaves can never defeat the human butcher jenkoid.
It's not just because of the level difference, it's just how the Story itself was written.
Many old people have tried to hunt.
However, when jenkoid's HP drops below a certain level, but then jenkoid played his last move and the Arena became pitch dark switches to a cutscene where the Slave is executed.
… … The arena was designed to ensure that the Immortal would die unconditionally.
'Immortal who was eventually killed by the human butcher is thrown into a pit of corpses… … .'
He is revived as an immortal with the help of a "necromancer" who happened to be wandering around the area.
A narrative to give the character the possibility of a Retry every time he dies.
The Immortal's first death in the Game could be considered the real introduction to Shav.
"...."
But I didn't intend to give up on life just because that was the flow of the original story.
fiction are fiction and reality is reality.
Above all, even if it is possible to be resurrected by a necromancer as in Shav's story...
I never wanted to face death.
Because there was an 'important reason' why it shouldn't have been like that.
"Hoo, hoo."
Of course I know that too.
Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for me, a level 1, to survive against that level 71 monster.
As if to prove this fact, among the tens of thousands of spectators, not a single one had any expectations of me.
'Still, it's not like it's completely impossible.'
because....
Tiring-!
〔Available〕
From the moment I grabbed the handle of the old sword that was rolling around on the dirt floor.
Because the 12-star skills that had been silent for a while were now shining with a splendid rainbow color.
'… … The condition for using the skill was holding a sword.'
It wasn't that my max MP was 1, so the skill was disabled.
It wasn't that my strength or stamina stats were ridiculously low, so my skills were disabled.
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Hidden Mastery
No technology
Sword: Lv. MAX
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As expected from the reward for investing everything in swordsmanship talent… … .
The skill was only activated when you held the sword.
"Phew."
Saaaaah-.
Just then, with a beep, control of my body returned to me.
The Game cutscene is over.
I took a deep breath and looked at the MP window that appeared before my eyes.
〔MP: 1/1〕
0.01 seconds.
By simple calculation, the maximum time that the [Soul of the Sword Master], which consumes 100 mana per second, can be maintained is only 0.01 seconds.
'Is it possible...?'
Even if it was a 12-star skill, would it be possible to kill that monster in just 0.01 seconds?
I don't know.
To find out, I had no choice but to use this skill directly on the human butcher, jenkoid.
"Ugh...!"
I gripped the handle tightly and pulled out the one-handed sword that was stuck in the dirt.
Perhaps because my strength stat was 1, my arms were shaking just from simply lifting the sword.
Some of the audience members burst out laughing at me.
Even jenkoid, the human butcher who hunted other slaves from afar, glanced at me and immediately turned his head away.
With an indifferent expression, as if someone like me wasn't even worth being wary of.
"...."
okay.
Of course it would be funny.
It would be incredibly laughable to see a skinny slave wearing rags that were no different from a giant, unable to even properly hold a sword.
'still....'
I pray that this will be a meaningful outburst.
I cast [Soul of the Sword Master] with the feeling of holding onto a rope-
〔MP: 1/1〕
Tick-.
〔MP: 0/1〕
Kwaaaa ...
A loud noise that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.
My eyes closed without me realizing it because of the strong gust of wind that suddenly blew in.
The clothes draped over his body fluttered as if they would come off at any moment, and his hair flew wildly.
After a moment of commotion, the stadium became incredibly quiet.
I opened my eyes, which had been tightly shut.
"...!"
I thought my heart stopped.
Because just a moment ago, the human butcher jenkoid, who had been far away, was standing right in front of me.
But that wasn't the only strange thing.
For some reason, my two arms, holding the one-handed sword, were stretched out in front of me.
And the tip of that rusty blade is… … .
Duk, duk-.
… … He passed by, neatly cutting off Barba's head.