Volume 7 - CH 121.1

School

Translated by boilpoil

Edited by boilpoil

The Colosseum…

The word confuses Lin Qin a little.

He had no knowledge of Earth, with his memories being blank.

So the only thing he knows of human culture is from what snippets of conversations regarding it he can overhear, and from the books he’s read in Xü Beijin’s bookstore.

So he doesn’t realise at all the implied blood and glory behind the word.

He merely asks, confused, “I thought this was an amusement park?”

The person almost seems to chuckle, and says with an indirectly prideful tone, “mister, the amusement park is merely the surface. Amusement parks are where humans go to play; the Colosseum is where they go to become playthings for others.”

Lin Qin tilts his head to parse the logic, and simply concludes, “you’re trying to confuse me.”

The person looks at Lin Qin with a slightly less friendly look.

This servant of the Colosseum sees serving it as an honour. In general, the ‘beasts’ who head to the Colosseum after being traumatised on the drop tower would be scarred and gasping for breath.

They would have already been broken by it, so they would fight to their limits without holding back in the struggles to follow.

They don’t want to die, so if gore and slaughter is the only ticket to surviving, they would hold onto it for dear life.

Unfortunately, they are never going to be let out of the Colosseum. The hope is merely the hopeful carrot on the stick.

The Colosseum gets away with it too in the fine texts and in the subtle wording of the promises and clauses offered.

When the people truly do become bereft of hope to escape and tries to resist, they can just say, “you signed this yourself.”

Resistance, means death.

The Colosseum is one of the demented products of the madness spreading through humanity.

Everyone knows about the pompous battle royale which was bussing people in by the truckload from all over the world, but very few know about the Colosseum. Even fewer want to talk about it at all.

Therefore, the servant in front of Lin Qin is sure that this rude beast merely does not yet know of the awe of the Colosseum. He does not know what terrible fate awaits him.

So his expression softens back up a little, and he smiles to say, “I see you do not understand yet. Come, and you shall be enlightened.”

Lin Qin nods nonchalantly.

They walk past the different facilities of the amusement park until they arrive at the large open-air theatre. The place where the amusement park would arrange exaggerated shows for children, assuming they haven’t gone mad, of course.

Now that they are, what is put on show is quite markedly different.

While approaching, Lin Qin can hear the cheering that threatens to rend the sky asunder, and is quite surprised to learn that amusement parks contained such an attraction.

“Oh! Our new contestant number three has arrived! And he’s already challenged the ‘Beast King’ who’s on a roll!

Is he confident? Or simply foolhardy to treat Beast King with such disdain? Is he truly that powerful?!

Oh goodness me, youngsters nowadays. And he’s a first-timer too!

Great, the fight is on! Contestant three is approaching Beast King without delay, fitting with his image so far. Beast King, meanwhile, is… still zoning out!

In his eyes, this is merely a bunny who does not know his place! That’s right, that’s our Beast King! The ultimate contestant!

We see that the first round of skirmish is over in failure. Contestant three is trying a new approach. Oooh…

No, my dear audience, I’m not making that noise on purpose, but because I’m simply too excited! Contestant three is choosing to strongarm his way forward!

They’ve exchanged blows and wounds! Contestant three’s left arm looks to be at a weird angle, and Beast King… His right leg is limping!

Did the Beast King underestimate his opponent?! With his leg out of commission, that is definitely an ominous signal!

Oh gracious! Contestant three is truly wild! It’s the first time I’ve ever seen such cruelty, brutality and savagery on the grounds!

Even the Beast King is forced back by the relentless attacks! Oh dear, his right leg is truly dragging him back!

Are we going to see the first loss of the proud Beast King?! My word, this is truly a time to be alive!

Oh, ok. This looks like, uh, a misstep from contestant three’s inexperience? Well. Beast King is an experienced veteran. He must have seen through to the core of contestant three’s attacks.

Ouch. Well, that’s it folks. It was anticlimactic, but the results tell us that contestant three’s bravado isn’t enough to overcome an experienced Beast King. Let us congratulate him on his a hundred and first victory in a role!

As for contestant three, I’m sure he’ll come around to a deep realisation of his own powerlessness and Beast King’s formidability, uh, assuming he survives.”

Lin Qin is listening to the narration with interest, but the last words make him a little surprised.

Then he walks into the amphitheatre.

The wave of heat, the noise of people, the revolting stench of blood. Some kind of unusual passion is burning fervently throughout the venue. Countless people are cheering, because someone has died.

Lin Qin glances at the person collapsed on the stage, and the other person standing next to him making proud, excitable poses, then looks away, bored.

The servant next to him gently asks, “are you interested in participating in this grand game?”

Lin Qin looks at him, and tersely replies, “no.”

“If you are interested…” The servant continues by reflex, before reacting and saying, “huh? You’re… not interested?”

Lin Qin, now looking expressionless, repeats himself, “no.”

If any other Missiontaker from the bottom floor is here, they would probably see that the Crownless King of the bottom floor of the Tower here, is already irritated. The signs leading to his berserk is quite easy to spot.

Unfortunately, the servant is not at all aware of his reputation.

After momentarily being stunned, the servant chuckles and says, “oh, but unfortunately, you have already qualified. I’m afraid…” He points to the stage, and says, “that would be your home sweet home for the foreseeable future. Otherwise, you may never be able to leave the Colosseum.”

Lin Qin heaves a weary sigh.

The servant thought he’s going to concede.

Though Lin Qin then pops his knuckles and mumbles to himself, “you see, I’ve avoided resolving things with my damned fist for a while now, because Beijin doesn’t like that.”

The servant is bewildered. Beijin? Beijin who?

Then Lin Qin continues, “but Beijin… isn’t here,” then he shows a rather predatory smile at the servant, looking rather pissed off, “so, I do apologise in advance.

It’s easier to just beat everything into submission.”

In just ten minutes, Lin Qin’s form moves through the amphitheatre almost in a flash. Wherever he went, people fall over like weeds that have lost the essence of life.

Even the showy Beast King couldn’t lift a finger as Lin Qin approached and sent him tumbling over with a kick.

He didn’t kill anyone. Everyone is just knocked out cold, perhaps ready to wake up after a while.

But the mystifying level of control Lin Qin must have over his power to achieve this is once again, on full display.

Then he returns to the servant, still expressionless, and says, “I need to find a door.”

The servant, shaking all over, says, “I… I’ll show you the way.”

Lin Qin, satisfied, nods and smiles.

He’s solved the problem without Beijin finding out about it… Ka-ching.

Lin Qin then walks with confident strides behind the servant towards the backstage of the amphitheatre.