Chapter 28

The next day, the succubus protagonist got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and prepared to go out—before suddenly remembering something. "Oh, right, the mask, the mask." She thought, taking out the silver mask from her dimensional bag and putting it on. This way, her appearance was perfectly concealed.

With the thought, "This time, no one should come to catch me, right?" the succubus protagonist went down the stairs. She left the inn—then turned back. Sure enough, the innkeeper Bitch hadn't closed the door. The succubus protagonist, relieved, officially left the inn and began heading towards her destination.

Dairmont hadn't specified the exact mission, only vaguely saying, "First, increase your fame. You need to make a name for yourself in Nalathel City before we can discuss the next step."

"Fame, fame. If we're talking about abyssal demons, fame is indeed about fighting. The more demons you kill, the more famous you become. Hmm... I know where I should go." With this thought, the succubus protagonist changed direction and headed towards the most bustling place in Nalathel.

It was a circular building capable of holding tens of thousands of people or demons, with rows upon rows of seats. The arena was hundreds of meters wide, large enough for medium or large creatures to run around wildly or to engage in frenzied battles.

The building also had a large-scale spell nullification barrier, making mid- and low-level magic ineffective. According to the rules, magic couldn't be used... although demons often broke the rules. However, the consequences for rule-breakers were usually dire.

Yes, this place was the arena. A building that almost every abyssal city had. It drove countless demons into the city to fight each other, using blood and violent combat to gain honor, status, and to vent their frustrations.

Unlike the weak chicken arenas in the Material Plane, here, most demons were both spectators and gladiators. They wouldn't be satisfied just by watching others fight and cheering; they wanted to participate.

After each thrilling gladiatorial match, the excited audience would quickly engage in a series of small conflicts, such as physical contact, supporting different gladiators, disliking someone, or simply wanting to fight—leading to a series of exchanges like:

"Ha♂, stand still!"

"fvck♂ you."

This would then lead to a large-scale melee, similar to the two indiscriminate brawls the protagonist had experienced before.

However, this was exactly what the city's rulers wanted. It was impossible to keep demons from fighting in the city. Instead of letting them fight and destroy public facilities, it was better to designate a specific area for them to fight to the death.

Moreover, to enter the arena and watch the matches, one had to pay a substantial entry fee. To become a gladiator, one had to pay an even higher registration fee—otherwise, during the melee, staff would use the excuse of "protecting the audience" to drive you away.

Thus, in the abyssal cities, the arena served an important function. It was both a policy to attract immigrants and the most important entertainment venue. It effectively reduced the city's crime rate and acted as a major money magnet.

Every demon who entered the city would immediately find the arena and register as a gladiator. All demon gladiators had the same dream: to sweep through the arena and become the king. This was called the same abyss, the same dream.

The succubus protagonist, harboring this dream, entered the arena. However, she soon realized that achieving this dream was very difficult... or rather, extremely difficult.

With a "bang," the succubus protagonist slammed a soul prism on the table at the registration desk: "I want to register, I want to fight ten!"

She said this to the staff, who was also a succubus.

Speaking of which, were there too many succubi in Nalathel? Or were all third-sector workers succubi?

The succubus protagonist thought as she handed over the registration fee: "I'm not interested in low-level matches, I want to go straight to the high-level ones!"

The staff succubus, who seemed bored, rolled her eyes and said listlessly, "Fine, fine, whatever." She then handed the protagonist a broken piece of iron.

"This is the proof of a low-level gladiator. Go in. If you're lucky, you might face a high-level opponent."

"What a joke?! I said I want to fight in the high-level matches!"

"So, the rules state that all gladiators must gradually advance in rank, based on a points system. How many points for a win, how many for a loss, how many for a draw. You need a certain number of points to advance to the next level—here's a table, go look at it yourself."

"Are you kidding me?! The highest level is fifteen?! And the points required to advance increase exponentially?! Is this a Baidu Tieba?!" The succubus protagonist picked up the table and started slamming it on the desk.

"The ranking system and point increase rate are part of the game. If you don't like it, don't play." The staff succubus continued to say listlessly.

"Am I so handsome that I don't get any special treatment?" The succubus protagonist asked, not giving up.

The staff succubus looked the protagonist up and down... wearing a tasteless cloak and outfit, with a silver mask, a strange guy whose appearance couldn't be seen. How was this handsome?

"Special treatment... here's another table." She then handed over another table.

"Three days of double points for one soul prism. Seven days for two. Ten days for three... wait, it seems more cost-effective to get seven days of double points than ten. How is this calculated?!" The succubus protagonist used the skill "Insight."

"Oh? You see through it... then look at this table." The staff succubus, without a hint of guilt, switched to another table.

"Eleven days for three soul prisms." The succubus protagonist looked at the new data and was speechless. Then, he tentatively asked, "Your boss, the one running this arena... wouldn't be a Yugoloth, would they?"

"Eh? How did you guess?" The staff succubus seemed surprised.

"Does it even need guessing?!" The succubus protagonist shouted.

"In any case, the charging items are part of the game. If you don't like it, don't play." The staff succubus continued to say listlessly.

"… I'll tear this place down eventually."

At this point, there was nothing more to say. The succubus protagonist wasn't stupid; he had seen this kind of thing in his previous life. He naturally knew the importance of cherishing life and staying away from pay-to-win. His assets were limited, and he couldn't waste them on such a foolish place.

With this thought, the succubus protagonist left a harsh word and turned to leave. As he walked, he thought about what other methods could quickly bring him fame.

"Actually, just with my appearance, I could become famous. Unfortunately, I can't use it... so what other methods are there..." The succubus protagonist thought as he walked, completely unaware that the staff succubus behind him had taken out a communication crystal. After mumbling into it for a while, the arena's magic speakers blared:

"Great news, an excellent opportunity not to be missed! All vampires, demons, and other assorted scoundrels with aspirations in the gladiatorial field, listen up: the 5648th Gladiatorial Congress of Nalathel is now beginning.

The Gladiatorial Congress has no restrictions on registration. Gladiators of any level can participate. The ultimate winner will receive the highest honor of this arena, become the city's top gladiator, receive an audience and commendation from the city lord, and a prize of 5,000 soul prisms, as well as more mysterious gifts!"

"—!!!!" The succubus protagonist immediately stopped leaving, thinking, "My chance has come!" He then walked back to the registration desk: "I want to register as a gladiator—" but was immediately overwhelmed by a horde of frenzied demon gladiators:

"I want to register, I want to register! I want to register, dammit!!!"

"Shit! I was first! Get lost!!!"

"Who cares? Move, or I'll beat you to death—"

Despite the staff succubus shouting, "There's still a long time before the registration deadline, no need to rush, line up and come to me one by one, aaaaaah..." she was quickly surrounded by a horde of demons. The succubus protagonist, being farther away, couldn't see what was happening there, but he could imagine how chaotic it was.

"Whatever, whoever pushes through now will die. The deadline is still far away, no need to rush to register." The succubus protagonist thought as he maneuvered through the surging crowd. He finally managed to hide in a corner. Just as he was about to relax, he looked up and saw another person. The person also looked up, relieved, and looked at him.

…………………………………………Thank you to the readers Disaster Ah Ah and Lazy Yinglong for their support

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