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Episode 42

“We will now begin the physical examination. Please come forward one by one.”

The manager of the Colosseum, Caracalla, took us to a building next to the Colosseum with his guards.

We were called into a small building nearby one by one, and after all the other slaves had gone in, it was my turn finally.

I walked down a very short hallway and arrived at the door.

“Come in.”

A languid woman’s voice was heard from inside.

-Limp…Limp…

As I entered the room, a beautiful woman with crimson hair and eyes was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, waiting for me.

“Let’s see…”

When our eyes met, she slowly approached me with her eyes shining with interest.

She opened her mouth forcibly as if she was checking the condition of an animal and began to check the condition of its teeth.

“Your teeth are in really good condition for a slave… Are you from a noble family? ”

“…”

“Haha… Your body is also very well trained… Everything else is perfect except for the leg cramps.”

-Swoosh…Swoosh…

“…!”

She looked at me with sticky eyes and started to grope my body with her lewd hands.

“Your chest is firm…and your abs are so defined.”

-Slurp…

She lifted my clothes, exposed my nipples, and gently pinched them while rotating them with her fingers.

-Bingle…

“Stop…!”

I grabbed her hand and stopped her from groping my body.

“You still don’t know your situation… If you rebel again, you’ll see a terrible sight.”

An ominous aura began to emanate from her.

‘5th level or higher…’

It seemed strange that a woman was alone in the countryside without any escorts.

“Huh huh… Looks like you finally understand the topic. What’s your name?”

“…Lion.”

“Nice to meet you, I am Astacia, one of the top administrators of this colosseum.”

-Sigh…

Astasia, who had pressed her body against mine again, pushed her thigh between my legs.

“Hehehe… This one seems pretty solid too, I really like it?”

“…”

“You are too good a talent to rot away to death as a gladiator slave. Don’t you want to be mine? I can even cure that crippled leg for you. ”

“I hate it.”

Gladiator slaves fight in the Colosseum endlessly until they die, and if they win more than 100 matches, they can win the final match and become free.

“Hehehe… Do you want to win the Colosseum and become free? Give up, that’s impossible.”

“…”

-Sigh…

“Think about it carefully before it’s too late. Even if you change your mind during the game, if you don’t survive, you won’t be able to come to me. ”

Astasia lightly stroked my cheek and walked away with a mocking smile.

“Ah, and Leon, you’re pretty handsome, so other friends might like you a lot. Hehe… Always watch your back, right? ”

“…”

“If you’re afraid of staying with them, you can come to my room specially? Of course, there’s a price to pay…”

“No need.”

“Uh… If you change your mind, come find me. I’ll be waiting. See you later.”

After receiving a physical examination from Astasha, I followed the manager to where the other gladiator slaves lived.

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“Are you new?”

“How many people do you think will survive?”

“Hehehe, that lame guy looks like he’ll die first?”

“You look so pretty. Should I try it before I kill you in the next game?”

On the second floor of the building where the gladiator slaves of the Colosseum lived, experienced veteran gladiator slaves were gathered in groups of three or four, evaluating the new recruits.

Somewhere away from them, two particularly conspicuous gladiator slaves were conversing.

“Hmm…”

The muscular gladiator slave with light blond hair was looking down at the limping newcomer with an interested look in his eyes.

“Except for one, all I see are just plain mean guys. Do you like that guy?”

A short silver-haired gladiator wearing a tight leather outfit that revealed only his copper-colored abs. He just glanced at the new recruits with a bored expression.

Chris and Alexson are both the most popular gladiator slaves in the Caracalla Colosseum.

They are currently the closest to freedom and receive far more privileges than other veteran gladiator slaves.

Some of the most notable privileges they receive include private room assignments and freedom to go out as long as they don’t leave the city, except on game days.

Since a large number of spectators visit the Caracalla Colosseum to watch their games, the Colosseum tries its best to accommodate them.

“I don’t think it’ll be boring for a while.”

Chris limped and watched the black-haired man being dragged away by the manager, his mouth watering.

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“From now on, this is your living space.”

The manager who brought us here guided us to a damp, humid place that resembled a pigsty.

“If you want to live in a better place, you have to survive the game and prove your worth as a gladiator slave. I don’t know how many of them will survive, but hehe.”

The manager laughed at us and left the room.

The ten new gladiator slaves, including me, sat down on the floor in silence.

“…”

A damp, unpleasant smell emanates from the walls and floor.

While everyone was quietly looking at each other, the sound of footsteps began to be heard in the hallway.

-Bang!

The door opened roughly and a group of vicious-looking gladiator slaves entered the room.

“Hahahaha! Nice to meet you, cute newbies!”

“If it’s your first time here, you should definitely do a registration ceremony, right?”

“Everyone, take off all your clothes and stand at attention!”

They came into the room out of the blue and gave us absurd instructions, and they looked at us with scorn and scorn.

When no one moved, their gazes began to grow more fierce.

“Hey you! Take it off right now!”

“Eek…!”

Among us, the man with the slightest build seemed the most intimidating, his muscular, bushy hair daunting him.

Starting with him, the pressure from others on us began to intensify.

“Hey you damn brat, come here, I’ll take your clothes off for you. Hehehe…”

“Me?”

The guy with the curly hair who had been nagging me earlier licked his lips with his tongue and pointed at me.

For a moment, my butt hole twitched and I got goosebumps.

“That’s right, come here, pretty one.”

“Fuck it.”

I have a broken ankle and I limp now, but that doesn’t mean I’m terribly weak.

“Hehehe, you’re so annoying, I’ll ‘educate’ you myself.”

-Boohoo!

He rushed at me with a sharp, bitter smile.

The fist aimed for my face passed the tip of my nose at high speed.

-Pfft!

He slightly tilted his head back to avoid the punch, then filled his right hand with a small amount of mana and punched Bakbakki in the forehead.

“Ugh!”

The back of the tightrope walker bent like a bow.

The tight-lipped man, clutching his chest and kneeling, couldn’t breathe, and was only croaking without making a sound.

“You guys are the ones who need proper education, so come on in, you disgusting guys.”

-Tick tock…

He turned his palms toward the ceiling and snapped his fingers while shouting at the other veteran gladiator slaves behind him.

“This little shit!”

“Take care of it!”

The gladiator slaves, excited by my provocation, rolled their eyes and started to run towards me, but the space was narrow, so not all of them could run towards me, and only two of them came near me.

“Get behind!”

-Boom! Boom!

The sound of fists and feet cutting through the air can be heard.

‘Avoid the kick and block the punch.’

As someone with a weakened left ankle, I cannot completely dodge their attacks.

Even if damage occurs, it should be minimized.

-Bam!

-Pfft!

The opponent’s fist landed on my left arm, and I directly punched him in the jaw.

-Koosh!

The opponent whose jaw had been turned by my fist fell forward like a toppling log, revealing the whites of his eyes.

My left arm that blocked the attack feels a little tingly.

“What the…!”

When the comrade who attacked me fell, my opponent, in a panic, retreated for a moment.

“Surround them and then run in and grab them all at once!”

As another gladiator slave who was watching the situation shouted, other guys started to surround me.

“Ah, if I do this, I’ll go out.”

“Hehehe, you’re lost. Don’t even think about pooping properly from now on.”

‘What the fuck…’

I began to get goosebumps at the thought that if I was caught by them like this, I might end up incontinent for the rest of my life.

I was so disgusted and scared by the current situation that I couldn’t help but recall the offer Astasha had made to me earlier while she was targeting my body.

I looked back, wondering if the people assigned to this room like me might help me, but they were just standing there helplessly, trembling with fear.

Even if they help, it won’t be of much help… but the situation isn’t good enough to warrant their help right now.

“Are you just not going to do anything? After I get hurt, it’s your turn?”

“…”

The bodies of the new recruits began to tremble slightly in my gaze.

“Hehehe, just try to move, because this guy will be the next one to live his whole life with his asshole open.”

“Ugh…”

“Tsk…!”

The new recruits, frightened by the opponent’s threats, turned away from my gaze with fearful eyes.

“Hehehehe, okay, if you just endure it for a little while, you can go comfortably, but there’s no need to get on our bad side, right? Don’t worry, I’ll be kind to you. ”

“Sometimes, when you see guys whining and saying they like it right after you hit them, some of you will like it right away.”

“Yeah, yeah, but when you actually experience it, it’s nothing special, right?”

They slowly pressured me, spitting out words that were a mixture of threats and persuasion to the new recruits.

“Cover!”