Chapter 32

"The gladiatorial contest is specifically held for the pureblood princes of the vampires. Before this, the gladiators who participated were all slaves captured from other places.

The slave gladiators are all provided by the undead of Nalathel, that is, the vampire nobles. The purpose is not for entertainment or to please the audience. It is solely for slaughter. The energy of the abyss is extracted from the slaughter to prepare for the next step, the ritual to be held in the arena.

Ordinary demon gladiators do not usually participate in these contests. Gladiatorial combat is one thing, but courting death is another. Even demons understand this. However, there are rumors that some particularly spirited, or extremely confident, free gladiators might also join such battles."

Yugros the merchant explained the situation and then emphasized again, "That's how it is. Do you understand now?"

"I get it, I get it. Alright, you can go now."

Just like any frivolous scoundrel, after learning what he wanted to know, the protagonist succubus spoke coldly and stood up, walking towards the door of the general store.

"Forget it, forget it. Normally, I would charge for information. But this isn't a secret, and besides..." Yugros the merchant looked at the protagonist succubus with a sympathetic gaze and said, "I'll consider it a good deed this time, so it's free."

This pitiful attitude towards a dying person made the protagonist succubus extremely annoyed. The movement to reach for his wallet, which he had started after hearing about the "information fee," stopped. "Really annoying," he said to Yugros the merchant.

"Then I'll owe you the information fee. I'll come back to mock you, you idiot, after I win this tournament."

"Have I ever told you that I don't accept credit here?" Yugros the merchant said.

"Ahahaha... No." After saying this, the protagonist succubus slammed the door of the general store shut.

Walking back, walking back. Due to the healing potion, the protagonist succubus's injuries were almost completely healed. However, some blood loss, muscle fatigue, and mental exhaustion still remained. So the protagonist succubus thought for a moment and decided to go back and sleep. As for what to do next, he pondered while walking.

"It seems impossible to back out now... What a pain. They said that once you sign up, a magical mark will be attached to you. You either die or win; otherwise, it can't be removed. Otherwise...

No, why should I think about such discouraging things? It's all because of that damn crooked merchant. Victory, victory, victory. I won't accept any other outcome besides victory. I will win, I will win. So, in the month before the tournament, what should I do?"

The protagonist succubus thought about this as he walked towards the inn. Regardless of other things, today, due to intense exercise and injuries, he definitely couldn't do anything else. He would go back to the inn and catch up on sleep... Speaking of which, this life is really boring, eating and sleeping every day, with no goals. Or, I could just spend two copper coins and have a go at the succubus innkeeper?

The protagonist succubus shook his head at this thought: "Forget it. If she were a lolita, it would be fine. But with her body type, it would feel like I'm the one getting the short end of the stick."

When he returned to the inn, the innkeeper inexplicably noticed that this strange masked man was looking at her with a disdainful expression—

"What the hell?! You dare to look down on me?! I'll increase your room rate!"

Thus, the protagonist succubus inexplicably had his rent increased by ten percent. However, for someone who wasn't short on money, this wasn't a big deal.

The next day, he was lost in thought, lost in thought...

"Thinking about it, just being lost in thought isn't good... Although it feels a bit discouraging. But that pale-faced vampire is hyped up so much. If I don't prepare well before fighting him, I'll feel uneasy.

Is there anything that can turn someone into an expert in a very short time...?"

The protagonist succubus thought about it for a moment and could only sigh... Indeed, it seems he could only level up by killing monsters. The best place to do that is the current arena. Every day, a large number of high-quality monsters are released there. The only downside is the high risk... But there's no time to worry about that now. This feeling of being forced into a corner will be avenged when I face that pale-faced vampire.

After thinking this, the protagonist succubus went back to the arena. This time, he didn't need the succubus staff to guide him; he went directly to the path for gladiators. He then tightened his nerves, entered the arena, and started fighting.

With yesterday's experience, the protagonist succubus was more low-key today. He didn't go all out at first but saved his strength to make his opponents misjudge him.

Because of this, the protagonist succubus managed to delay the time when he was surrounded by half an hour. After that, he left the arena, drank potions, and went back to sleep.

On the third day, the protagonist succubus's record was refreshed to three minutes, on the fourth day to five minutes, and on the fifth day to seven minutes.

He felt better and better, his speed increased, his movements became smoother, his awareness clearer, and his strikes more vicious—not just leveling up and gaining skills. The protagonist succubus felt his overall combat ability had been elevated. He integrated the techniques and skills, fully understanding and utilizing them.

Through these intense battles, the protagonist succubus finally understood the specific concept of "combat." This enlightenment-like feeling made him feel a significant increase in his strength.

"From today on, I can proudly declare that I am a true warrior!" The protagonist succubus stood on the battlefield, covered in blood, exuding a fierce aura.

The surrounding demons, devils, and other evil race warriors looked at him with extreme caution. Even though they knew the protagonist succubus's stamina was almost depleted and he was quite injured, they still dared not attack him out of fear.

If even these evil warriors dared not advance, let alone others... The goblins, orcs, and lesser devils, quasits, and quasimorphs, who were just extras to add fresh blood to the arena, were even more terrified.

They trembled like sieves, huddled like quails, hugging their heads, crouching on the ground, or lying flat, trembling, and not even daring to look at the protagonist succubus.

The entire audience was in an uproar. While they jeered at the evil warriors who dared not attack, they also went wild, shouting the protagonist succubus's nicknames, such as "Silver Executioner" and "Dancer of Sword and Claw," which were much more prestigious than "masked man." This made the protagonist succubus feel very satisfied.

"Ahahaha... Praise me more. Praise the great me, ahahaha..." The protagonist succubus was bubbling with joy inside while maintaining a cold exterior. He glanced disdainfully at the evil warriors, made an attack stance, and received their fearful and cautious responses, fully satisfying his vanity.

After saying, "A bunch of scum," he walked away from the arena without looking back, stepping over the bodies, leaving a tall and proud back view.

Seeing his unguarded back, a few evil warriors were tempted to act. But they ultimately gave up on the idea of a backstab due to fear of his strength.

"Unbearable, I'm just too cool now. Even I'm captivated by my own charm. Ahaha, ahhaha, ahhahaha..." The protagonist succubus laughed maniacally in a corner where no one was paying attention.

On the sixth day, the protagonist succubus lasted fifty-three minutes and felt like he was about to die.