In fact, it is a gigantic underground gambling facility with a single extraterritorial jurisdiction.
Horses are gambling, and in reality, they are not limited to gambling. It was a place where much more illegality was being practiced than that.
Big and small, illegal gambling places where lives come and go are the default.
Brothels and slave markets are rampant, and even forbidden drugs and monsters are traded.
Of course, the existence of this place is unofficial.
Those who lead ordinary lives are unaware of the existence of this underground city.
As such, if the existence of this underground city is revealed publicly, it will be hard for people to believe.
Even more so, as the state tolerates places that deviate from these human races.
In this Dreamland, there are arenas all over the city.
As all kinds of unethical crimes are taking place, the arena of slaughter is the basis of Dreamland. Beyond that, it was the main business of Dreamland.
Among them, the deepest arena was a place where only VIPs from all over the world were allowed to enter.
At the same time, it was a place full of slaughter than any other arena in Dreamland.
Currently, all the seats in the deepest VIP arena are full of tables.
Great prosperity, it must be said that it is full.
Soon there will be a slaughter battle over the arena.
Fighting in the arena is usually divided into three parts.
‘The fight of those who have fallen into slavery.’
‘Fight of vicious monsters.’
‘Or a hunt-and-hundred fight between the two of them.’
Also, it is not only slaves who climb into the arena of the deepest part of this place, but vicious criminals.
It was not a simple monster, but a golden beast that killed dozens of hundreds of people.
A land of monsters that should never be dealt with.
Sometimes, even the form of a victory did not appear at all. It is also significant when only unilateral slaughter is produced.
So, anyone who has heard this far will ask:
(“Who wants such a risky gamble?”)
But this is a very stupid question.
Of course, all over the world is looking for it.
The movement of astronomical money proves that.
Demand creates supply.
And all the VIPs who came here are holding the demand for a stronger stimulus.”
These high-ranking people, overflowing with money and time, are always craving entertainment.
The stage seen by the VIPs is protected by a strong iron barricade.
A stage where death scatters at any moment.
You can enjoy it leisurely in an extremely safe space.
👌👌👌👌
The iron gate door on one side of the deepest arena opened.
A shadow like a giant human appears.
On stage, there are screams and a monster wielding a giant axe.
It was a monster called ‘Minotaur’ with the head of a mad bull.
“Look at that monster’s solid body!”
“I must have eaten some already!”
“Heh heh, those eyes full of brilliance……!”
“It’s sure to be a sea of blood today too, this one!”
Monsters, beasts- The danger attached to extraneous monsters that exist beyond that.
A monster called the Minotaur was basically a beast that crossed rank B.
Moreover, this minotaur has already slaughtered numerous monsters and humans for several weeks.
The dead corpse was devoured by chewing bones.
In other words, it has undergone significant growth.
Currently, the rank of this Minotaur will be comparable to A.
The moment they appeared in the city center and ran wild, dozens of people would immediately die in the ranks.
As I said, this is an arena and a stage of slaughter.
Sooner or later, the Minotaur’s opponent will come up on stage.
Cheek-ra————–
The iron grate on the other side was open.
The nose of the minotaur, who hopped, looking for the next slaughtering partner, noticed it.
…but, the shadow that was revealed was really small.
The one who appeared to fight the Minotaur was a boy with a small body and a helmet.
He was a poor boy with a full-faced gray helmet that completely covered his face.
“Kururu lu lu lar la la la!!!”
At the boy who appeared in front of him, the Minotaur spread his cry.
Even though it was a monster, it was a cry that was close to a sneer.
It wasn’t just the Minotaur who had the scorn.
“What is that little boy?”
“Did you survive today? There are too few people for that. There’s only one, right?”
“Bare hands on a single helmet? Are you saying that that one is also a military commander?”
“Shish. It doesn’t matter how long you run away from this…”
The spectators of the arena also harbor laughter.
There is also a sport called “survival” where dozens of slaves come up and are chased by a killer. However, the event was not included in the schedule announced to VIPs today.
This Minotaur is a monster capable of tearing apart dozens of people at any moment.
On the Minotaur side of a little boy like that, even the flesh to tear would feel tantalizing.
Just as they reacted to the first laugh a little later, the other VIPs continued to laugh at it too.
But in fact, the belated sneer had a slightly different purpose.
The real intent of the ridicule was to ridicule the ‘heard ridicule’.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!
The iron bars on both sides are completely closed.
A slaughterhouse with no escape to escape is complete.
From now on, the stage will never open unless one of them dies.
Only the victors can escape and they are pushed back in a never-ending slaughter.
The loser simply goes out together as a corpse or the victor’s nourishment.
With a click, the chains that bound both legs were loosened.
The minotaur’s horns pierced the helmeted boy and crashed into the iron grate wall.
It had the momentum to break down several layers of walls.
Even though a strong barrier has been put in place to ensure safety, those who see it in front must have been horrified by the instantaneous fear. I whistle right away pretending nothing is wrong.
Even such a safe fear is one of the ways to enjoy the arena here.
But it was not long after.
The spectators who laughed when the helmet boy first appeared, realized something strange.
Not a single piece of the boy’s meat was thrown in the arena.
There was no fountain of blood.
Helmets don’t fly.
Was it right to get hit by horns in the first place?
“……!!!”
“Ahh!!”
“surely!!”
Only then do they understand the intent of the ridicule that followed.
Kwaga-ga-ga-gak….!! It’s giggling….!!!
The helmet boy was holding the minotaur’s horns with both hands as it was, and was holding on with it.
“Nonsense!!”
“That little kid!?”
“You say you have withstood the power of the Minotaur?!”
confusion. Then, a sense of intimidation transmitted back to the audience.
Perhaps it was a manipulation by the organizers to add thrills to the arena.
However, if you see the sincere displeasure of the Minotaur, you will immediately deny that thought.
woo d d d duk . . . . .
Thumbs up-!!
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!!!
The minotaur’s horn is broken.
One side of the horn, stained with blood and flesh, explodes like a piece of stone.
“““What—?!”””
“Nukuoooaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
The minotaur screamed.
The Minotaur staggers in the grip of the helmeted boy with unimaginable power.
Even the audience who saw the boy for the first time could not even sound astonished.
The little boy threw the minotaur’s horns left on his hand like garbage.
A monster that lost one horn in an instant is struggling to balance.
Then, he showed hostility and madness that there would be no more to the existence in front of him.