Chapter 112: Sl*ve Fights

Chapter 112: Sl*ve Fights

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Enel, Blueno, Lucci, and Wyper stepped out of the Air Door.

If there were background music, these guys' badass entrance would be flooding the screen with comments.

As soon as they emerged, the Air Door behind them violently distorted and vanished. Blueno, exhausted, collapsed to the ground, his tongue lolling out.

Noir, a smile playing on his lips, looked at Enel. "Your injuries healed that quickly?"

Enel lifted his chin, his usual conceit returning. "I am God, after all. Such minor wounds are nothing to me."

Though his tone was as haughty as ever, Noir sensed a change.

He used his System's observation skill on Enel and saw what he'd been hoping for.

Enel's negative red talent, "Arrogant False God," had dropped two levels, becoming a blue talent.

So that's what it means for a talent to disappear. Getting pummeled by Kizaru must have dealt a blow to his conceit, causing the talent to downgrade.

If he's dealt another blow, it might become white quality. And one more after that, it should be gone completely.

Kizaru is a true bro. He really commits to the act when he's supposed to be playing weak.

Lucci surveyed their surroundings, his brow furrowed. "Did you sneak into a Celestial Dragon's home?"

Noir, lounging on a luxurious sofa, grabbed an expensive-looking bottle of wine from the table, poured himself a glass, and downed it like a thirsty ox. "Yep, and this place has some pretty good stuff."

Enel casually grabbed some apples from a fruit basket, savoring their taste. "I don't understand why these useless trash get to live so lavishly."

Noir, who had just chugged wine like it was cheap liquor, let out a satisfied sigh. "That's why the Celestial Dragons are the world's biggest tumor."

"Incompetent fools in positions of power, enjoying everything without lifting a finger, abusing their privileges wherever they go. Who were the ancestors of the Celestial Dragons? Were they really Gods?"

Wyper, gazing around the grand mansion, voiced his confusion.

Noir shrugged. "Who knows?"

He then nudged the still-prone Blueno with his foot, mockingly. "You're pathetic. Teleporting to the Red Line tired you out this much?"

Easy for you to say!

This is Mary Geoise! To teleport here accurately, I practically ripped out my own kidneys!

Blueno struggled to catch his breath, but he did not talk back to Noir.

Ever since Noir had slashed him with his sword, triggering the "Devil" aspect of his dark gold talent, Blueno had been terrified of him.

"I'm Saint Rontonyo, and this is my younger brother, Saint Rontoryo. You don't recognize us?"

Noir feigned sudden realization. "Of course I do! I was just testing you."

The Celestial Dragons, convinced of their own superiority, disdained any interaction with those outside their own kind. They typically practiced inbreeding to maintain their "noble" bloodline.

This explained their low birth rate and, in cases like these two, their general lack of intelligence.

As for the Celestial Dragons having multiple wives, it was merely a way for them to treat women as playthings, satisfying their twisted desires.

The women they kidnapped were either returned to their families after the Celestial Dragons grew tired of them, often mentally broken and traumatized, or, in worse cases, killed.

The Rontonyo brothers were taking Noir to a popular entertainment among the Mary Geoise nobility: slave fights.

Each Celestial Dragon family owned a number of kidnapped slaves, categorized into two types.

The first were "pleasure slaves," including beautiful female slaves, strong male slaves, and individuals from various races, all subjected to abuse and mistreatment for the Celestial Dragons' amusement.

The second were "war slaves." Though also used for entertainment, these slaves possessed considerable fighting prowess. They were pitted against each other in brutal fights for the Celestial Dragons' amusement.

Rontonyo looked enviously at Wyper, who stood behind Noir. "Saint Rolviff truly comes from a prestigious family. Even his war slaves are imposing. How about selling him to me?"

Wyper's eyes narrowed, his body radiating a chilling killing intent. He was ready to strike the Celestial Dragon down.

Noir quickly restrained him, glaring at Rontonyo. "Don't provoke him. I won't stop him if he decides to kill you."

Rontonyo chuckled dismissively. "Fine, keep your slave. What are we betting on in today's fight?"

They arrived at a spacious arena where numerous Celestial Dragons sat in the VIP stands, eager for the spectacle.

This was a private arena built by the young Celestial Dragons for their war slaves to fight.

They would often wager their carefully selected slaves against those of other families, hoping to win valuable prizes.

Of course, these prizes weren't mere money, which the Celestial Dragons considered beneath them. They were usually rare and exotic treasures.

Rontoryo took a package from his subordinate, pulled out several items, and excitedly announced to the arena,

"Whoever defeats my war slave will receive these as a reward!"

Noir's eyes widened. The patterned sphere Rontoryo had just tossed out... looked like a Devil Fruit.

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