[Aaron Side Story Episode 11]
2. The sword waiting to be pulled out (5)
Time passes.
The man played the match from the previous five again.
The record of high-ranking gladiator Mumyeong is 17 wins and 0 losses in 17 matches.
In the meantime, I have been directing fierce matches and hiding my strength, but now I have reached a situation where I can not do that.
His comrades in the gladiatorial arena began to avoid him.
At the sight of the white noble guard looking at the man, his vigilance and intent to kill gradually increased.
'If you learn the sword, you can survive!'
Occasionally, the old man's cry came to mind.
However, the man did not follow the voice.
What do you mean by getting stronger and going out?
At best, he became a dog of a high-ranking nobleman and lived on feed, or
plundered the same humans and sucked blood and gore.
'Am I… waiting for death?'
The old man has not appeared since then.
The man thought that maybe he wasn't wrong.
he was dying
He was rotting away, leaving his innate talent buried deep in the ground.
he was a sword
It was a sword that had not been pulled out, a sword that was rusting, and a sword that was on the verge of breaking.
What will be different if you pull out this sword?
Even if I erase the rust and sharpen the blade, what will it be used for?
The sharp blade will splatter blood and meat everywhere.
It will become an instrument of slaughter and slaughter, taking countless lives.
'A light that passes through fate?'
he snorted.
The honor, pride, and nobility that always appeared in chivalric literature could not be found anywhere in the real world.
When he was young, he loved his parents, but
his parents sold him to the arena for a few pennies.
As a boy, he relied on an older senior who came first, but
the guy thoroughly pampered the boy and enriched himself.
The man was thoroughly betrayed from birth.
That's why
the man ignored the rumors floating around.
That there is a liberation army fighting against the Hundred Nobles somewhere nearby.
That the leader of the Liberation Army wants warriors who will fight together for the freedom of mankind.
'Is that what the old man wanted?'
After the man learns the sword, he becomes a liberation army and frees humans from slavery.
Thus ending the era of demons and reopening the era of humans.
According to rumors, the leader of the Liberation Army was called a hero, and many comrades gave their allegiance to his noble character.
'…'
But the man does not believe.
The greed behind the smile he's seen too many times.
The man was just dying slowly.
after a while
Following the rumors of the Liberation Army, a new story began to spread.
This rumor was much more insidious.
It was a story about the end of the world.
The forces of the apocalypse that appeared out of nowhere are making all over the continent a mess.
They don't care if they're human, a hundred nobles, or animals.
It was said to kill and burn everything and return everything it encounters to nothingness.
Rumors about the Liberation Army were soon buried.
It was because the rumors of destruction were approaching as more reality.
The man locked in the arena could not go outside, but various rumors had already spread through the breath of the gladiators.
The entire northern part of the continent perished.
Several of the dwellings of the hundred nobles built on human cities were swept away and destroyed.
Hundred nobles united to create an army, but they were not opponents.
Swords and spears do not work against them.
This world is over.
These are the rumors.
It was only after the arena match was not held that the rumors became reality.
Games that should be held more than once a month are not held for three months.
The scenery of the street seen through the window of the accommodation became dreary.
"What's going on?"
"The world is ruined?"
The gladiators, who were eager to train to kill people, also stopped practicing.
They gathered from all over the place and giggled.
"They said they'd be here soon."
"They say they are the forces of destruction?"
"what? So, aren't we all going to die?"
"What are the hundred nobles doing!"
The man sat quietly in his exclusive seat, a mound of sand.
Their anxiety was transmitted as it was.
"Why won't the game be held? Everyone who sees it jumps out!"
"what?"
"It's all rabbits! All of the top 100 nobles are rabbits! More than half of the citizens jumped out. This place is ruined!"
"Then why aren't we letting them out!"
Gladiators were buzzing everywhere.
"They say the king is blocking it!"
"They say you'll kill everyone when you leave?"
"X foot! He said he was coming here! But why can't you stop it?"
"Do I know that?"
The man organized information from rumors.
An irresistible destruction is coming upon this city.
The high-ranking hundred nobles left the city long ago, and many other citizens are fleeing outside.
Even so, the reason the city is maintained is because the existence of the king prevents people from escaping and evacuating.
He unleashes his army and kills all those who flee, be they nobles or humans.
"If you continue like this, you're going to lose everything, then!"
"Shouldn't we do something?"
"If you're late, you're going to die. You have to do it right away!"
The opinions of the gladiators were gathered.
By robbing the locked arsenal right away tonight to get a weapon and escape the arena.
Rumors that the city was doomed had become a fait accompli.
"…"
Just.
While they were determined to escape, their eyes were fixed on the man.
In those eyes, fear and hope are half mixed.
"Hey… I mean."
"What."
"Aren't you supposed to jump out too?"
they knew
What a monster the man in front of me is.
"Hmm. So together…"
"Go away."
"Ah, okay."
The offer was instantly rejected.
"A unlucky baby."
"Then you can stay alone and die."
"I didn't like it from the start."
The man ignored the accusatory whispers.
The gladiators huddled together and conceived a plan.
Originally, they fought against each other and framed each other, but they united as one in front of the goal of survival.
"Once we get out, let's rob the aristocratic mansion. There must be something useful left."
"Anything to eat?"
"You can take it."
"Kill any witnesses, women or children. It gets annoying."
"Hiding in a back alley, once the patrol is weak…"
This was the car they were planning to escape from.
Footsteps running on the stone floor began to echo everywhere.
Other than that, the sound of iron plates colliding with each other and the sound of steel colliding with the stone floor echoed dully.
"…?!"
The gladiators sensed the anomaly, but it was too late.
The arena's guards appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the entire training ground.
"What are you talking about when you get together?"
"Ah, so… about the training content…"
"How many times have you heard that you are escaping?"
The head of the guard pointed at the spear.
It mimics a human, but horns sprout from the hole in its steel helmet.
The guy was a hundred nobles.
"Ah, maybe I heard that wrong? Ha ha…"
The gladiator smiled awkwardly and glanced back at the man.
A sign for help.
There is no reason why the freedom of gladiators is guaranteed to some extent.
This arena, created in the age of humans, is designed so that escape is impossible unless it is a head-on breakthrough.
There is no way out except to subdue the guards guarding the exit.
"I bet you are misunderstood! Cancer cancer!"
The gladiators looked back at the man several times.
The man let out a sigh.
"Are you one too?"
The captain of the guard glared at the man and said.
There was a subtle tension on his face.
The man untied the scabbard from his belt and threw it away.
"It's not me, so do whatever you want."
"what?"
"You filthy traitor bastard!"
clap.
The guards drew their weapons in unison.
"Anyway, it's the same whether you're behind a catastrophe or a spear knife. If you're going to try it, let's do it."
The muscular giant stepped forward.
He took out his favorite weapon, a two-handed hammer.
The giant is also a high-ranking gladiator.
He was also the leader of this group.
"What would you do if you were a X-haired nobleman? We also ate kalbab, this is it! Let's fight together! If we all work together, we can win!"
cried the giant.
"Everyone take up your arms. You have training. Get in formation!"
No reaction.
Geohan looked back at the unfamiliar silence.
nobody moves
The gladiators kept their eyes closed, but no one stepped forward.
The earlier you go, the more likely you are to die.
They didn't want to do good with their lives.
"What are you doing? Why is no one coming out?"
"…"
"Crazy! did you all turn? Come all the way here…!"
It was the moment when the giant looked back and was angry.
The head of the guard jumped out like an arrow.
"Oh…!"
I looked back, but it was too late.
The spear edge pierced the giant's heart.
Crying.
Blood gushed from his punctured left chest.
A look of disbelief.
Geohan, who was a gladiator of hard fighting, collapsed without being able to swing his weapon once.
"Bounce!"
At the same time, the gladiators were scattered in all directions.
The giant is trying to escape by taking advantage of the dead gap.
"Kill them all!"
Dozens of nobles kicked off the ground and ran out.
Its speed is like that of a beast.
Murderous intent and joy appeared on their faces.
"Kyahahaha!"
"Don't hack me up!"
It's just a guard, but a hundred nobles are a hundred nobles.
Their basic physical abilities are on a different level than humans.
Had it not been possible to subdue, the gladiators would not have been released.
Furthermore, except for high-ranking gladiators, they were not permitted to carry weapons.
Most of the weapons they were holding were wooden swords for training.
"Buy and save!"
"Keah!"
"Cuck!"
Blood splattered everywhere.
A scream began to ring out.
The man sat down and closed his eyes.
'That's foolish.'
As the giant said, if they united and resisted, they did not know what would happen.
A flimsy possibility may have arisen.
But instead of cooperating, they threw their comrades away.
Not surprising.
This is the human world that the man saw.
It is a place where people living in the same hell are frantic to bring each other down.
"Gather the bodies together. You need food."
Cleaned up in less than 10 minutes.
The Hundred Nobility guards began to gather the scattered flesh and limbs in one place.
The only one left here was the man.
"I'm sorry. Retrieve your weapon."
"do whatever you want."
The guards, who brought a cart and piled up pieces of meat, soon left the training ground.
The man who was left alone rose from his seat.
The scent of blood from the pool of blood floated everywhere.
He didn't like this smell very much.
After that, similar incidents occurred in various places in the arena.
The arena was surprisingly large, and there were other accommodations and training grounds besides the man's quarters.
Perhaps groups seeking escape or rebellion were purged.
'Am I saying something similar is happening at the entrance to the city?'
Kill those who try to escape.
Whether it be a hundred nobles or a human.
It was said to be a king's order.
'Why?'
The man couldn't understand.
I just didn't even try to understand.
The Hundred Nobles were such people.
In any case, the company's daily life did not change much.
The only difference is that the place where I am absent-mindedly has changed.
The training ground, the site of gladiatorial meetings, was closed.
He had to spend time sitting on the bed in his room.
In silence, time passes.
The man doesn't really think.
It was just a meaningless waste of time.
he was stopped
His quarters belonged to the largest class for high-ranking gladiators, but there were no outside passages such as windows.
I couldn't tell if it was day or night.
He didn't move in the room except for occasional trips to the restaurant for some porridge.
"…"
In the meantime.
The man heard footsteps pacing outside the door.
There were no windows, but as he expected, it was now deep dawn.
smart.
A knock was heard.
"May I come in?"
A man's voice in the hallway.
"what."
The man answered and the wooden door opened quietly.
Soon, a man with a calm expression walked into the room.
I can't feel the slightest sound or vibration when I walk like I'm brushing the floor.
He was a trained man.
'That guy…'
I've seen.
A high-level gladiator like a man.
It was also a man who was called the strongest gladiator.
Had the game continued, one day the man would have had to deal with the author.
"Are you sure you're a high-ranking gladiator?"
creak.
The door is closed.
"My name is Cainil."
"so?"
"Will you please help us?"
A man called Cainil said.