Rebirth Of The Strongest Worldsmith

Chapter 436: Stupid

Soldiers standing near the railings many feet above the fighting ground grinned.

Higher ranking officials in the various stands up top were delighted, being served foods and grapes from the same type of slave that was currently in the battleground.

The woman in the arena slowly rose to her feet. Her eyes were red from crying for what seemed to have been hours.

This was no wonder, as she had gotten the notice that she would be the first blood sacrifice that morning.

From the passage balconies in the walls of the coliseum, her friends grieved for her loss, even though she was still alive. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

They too bawled their eyes out.

At that moment, Hyren gritted his teeth. He was in one of the railed hallways which were carved in the upper part of the arena wall.

He was dressed just like a slave, but his face didn’t resemble one.

In fact, he even had an angry expression right now.

He placed his hand on the railing, stepping forward.

"These bastards! Will they not even unchain her hands!? She is guaranteed to die already! Just how little morals does a society have to have to enjoy such things."

A hand tugged at his back, "Stop it, Hyren. I know you are angry, but remember, right now we are slaves, we must act like it or else we will be next."

Ranthor spoke behind Hyren, his tone was much more calm.

Hyren aggressively pulled away from the boy. He turned his head behind his shoulder, "I’m not a fucking slave..."

Ranthor furrowed his brows, "We are acting like slaves right now to not get killed. Get that through your thick fucking skull."

Ranthor had had enough of Hyrens bullshit by now.

They had already been in the underground realm for close to a week.

During this week, they had suffered their fair share of beatings and harsh conditions.

And through it all, Hyren had been a pain in the ass. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

’Always complaining... always bitching. Sure, maybe he’s less used to living like shit since I have been doing it my whole life, but it still doesn’t excuse this behavior. If anything, his anger will cause us to fail this mission.’

Ranthor thought to himself, irritated.

A eardrum-rattling scream suddenly sounded at that moment.

The both of them quickly turned their gazes to look at the arena.

The woman was running from the ogre, screaming as tears and snot flew off of her face.

It was a sad and desperate sight.

Through years of torture and malnourishment, she couldn’t maintain her bad pace for long.

Eventually, the ogre pushed her down and she tumbled across the arena.

Her elbow dislocated as she slid across the ground.

The crowd cheered as the ogre ran up to the girl and stepped on one of her legs, crushing it instantly under the immense weight.

A horrible scream sounded from the woman. Her eyes couldn’t blink, opened wide as she struggled to move.

The pain was excruciating, but the fear of it all was far worse.

With a smile on its ugly face, the ogre then raised its hand in the air and thrust it downwards.

Everyone in the crowd held their breath slightly as... the hand landed on the woman and crushed her entire body.

The screaming instantly stopped, causing a short second of strict silence.

Hyren and Ranthor both gasped slightly, unable to comprehend what just happened.

And then, the crowd erupted into cheer once more.

"Fucking... bastards! I’ll kill all of these demons! I swear it!"

Hyren grunted through his teeth.

"Someone will hear you." Ranthor quietly said.

But, Hyren seemed to have had enough, "Damn it! I can’t do this any longer. Why are we even here!?"

"It’s important to observe this. The damn elder of the sect is here. Where else would we be?"

"I don’t know. I don’t care!"

"I said be quiet! Someone might hear what you are saying!"

At that moment, a pair of hands rested on both of the young men’s shoulders.

This sent slight shivers of shock running up both of their backs.

"Oh? Hear what, exactly?"

A guard exclaimed, as both Ranthor and Hyren slowly turned to face him.

They then faced each other. Ranthor had his brows furrowed at Hyren, infuriated.

"Stupid bastard..." He said under his breath, infuriated. This was all Hyren’s fault.

’Now we can’t save my sister, or Lord Lyrian, or even avenge your family. Good work... stupid cunt.’ He said inwardly, enraged.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" The guard exclaimed at that moment.

It was a misunderstanding, but Ranthor couldn’t care to explain. He was done for anyway. He had been caught.

He simply looked at the guard with an angry look on his face.

The guard sneered at him with disdain, picking him up by the collar.

"This guy wants to pick a fight with Ugly, let’s give him what he wants!" He suddenly yelled, throwing the kid into the arena.

Hyren’s eyes widened in shock, accidentally gasping. He lunged at the railing but was suddenly pulled back by the guard.

The guard held a sword to Hyren’s neck, "Don’t move. You aren’t free to go either, little bird." He whispered.

Hyren had a frustrated look on his face.

As Ranthor landed in the arena that was over 50 feet down, the crowd quieted down for a moment.

They were slightly confused at who the boy was, but on seeing that he was a slave, a small few cheers sounded.

The ogre noticed Ranthor and didn’t hesitate to run after the boy with a demented smile on its face.

Ranthor exhaled, firming his stance. "Now that I’m here, I might as well kill you, you stupid disgusting piece of shit."

He raised his hands in front of him in a fighting stance, "Black... Merge!" He roared, as a dark-purple aura enveloped his hands, feet, and eyes.

He lunged forward, moving at an immensely quick speed at the ogre.

On seeing this, the crowd immediately burst into a roar of cheer.