Episode 8: Gotta Make a Living (2)

"Kuhahaha! Smash his head!"

"Yeah, yeah! Do it more fiercely!"

The underground arena was dyed with madness.

Aristocrats who seemed to have money were in the front seats with seats, and the rest stood in the back row, shouting towards the center of the arena.

"Oh, he's out!"

"Yeeah-! I've been waiting only for you!"

"Finally, the main match is starting!"

The participating players were also divided into classes.

Of course, when it was the turn of a player with a name value, the relatively loose atmosphere heated up again.

Among them, today, a player called the strongest in this arena was participating.

It was a man called 'Ikas'.

"Kekeke! I'm going all-in on Ikas!"

"Ikas is recognized! Everyone, let's pull together!"

The game rules were simple.

The use of magic, energy, and weapons was prohibited.

The winner could continuously receive challengers, and betting was conducted before the start of the match.

That was all there was to the rules.

Don't attack below the navel, the important area, or hit the back of the head.

Compared to modern martial arts, it was a very wild place.

No, it would be right to call it barbaric.

"Now! It's Ikas's turn, who you've all been waiting for! Is there any challenger who has lost his mind?!"

If you looked at the structure alone, it was a structure where the strongest person monopolized it, but there was also an aspect that matched the balance in its own way.

It was because the challenger could choose the opponent.

Because Ikas was so famous, no one tried to fight him.

"Hahaha! You put on all sorts of poses, but what are you doing? Are you scared?!"

"Do your body's worth, you bastards! Challenge quickly!"

Despite all sorts of taunts from the audience, there was no movement in the player waiting room.

Because even if you rolled in the arena for just a week, you would realize that Ikas was an opponent that you must pass.

"Aww, that's not fun."

"Damn! Do you think I came all this way, giving up my precious time, to see this kind of thing!"

"Do something! At this rate, the sun will rise!"

As time was delayed, the jeers worsened.

The ring announcer smiled leisurely and glanced over the audience seats, then smiled lightly.

"Since the reaction isn't good, I'll have to put on a sweeping condition. Okay, from now on, we will start blind betting! Those who bet on the challenger will get 30 times their money back regardless of the odds! And the player who challenges Ikas will receive 1 gold coin even if he loses! And if he wins by any chance, we will give an additional 30 gold coins!"

The annual wages of low-class slaves was 1 gold coin. But he said he would give 30 at once.

If you consider that even if a reverse payout hit well, it was 20 times, 30 times was an unprecedented sweeping condition.

Ikas was the main player of the arena, so his backers were solid too. The ring announcer was on the same side as them.

In the end, it was a structure where only the pockets of unknowing spectators were picked clean in a situation where the forces were all together.

It was like an ant jumping into the stock market where the forces were all together.

"30 coins?! R, really?"

The player waiting room, which had been frozen, was stirring at the unprecedented conditions.

Of course, the reaction of the spectators also became heated, and everyone started blind betting.

"Life is a one-shot! Let's go with the reverse pay!"

"Crazy guy! You'll lose all your family property if you do that. As a general rule, the fixed pay is the truth."

When the betting time ended, the ring announcer gave a signal, and a mysterious challenger came up onto the ring.

A poor physique and soft body.

He was clearly lacking to be an arena player.

"Aak! Damn! Did I go all-in on that kind of guy?!"

"Kekekekek! What did I say? The fixed pay is always right!"

The challenger who came up onto the ring hunched his shoulder as if he was overwhelmed by the surrounding atmosphere.

Far from the challenger's spirit, his confidence and self-esteem were at the bottom.

He immediately dropped his head when he made eye contact with Ikas, and trembled his body.

"What? Why is that guy like that?"

"No matter how you look at it, it seems like he's missing something."

In fact, he wasn't a normal challenger. He was just an actor who had been cast from Ikas's side.

"Now! There's a challenger, so is there any time to delay?!"

The match started before the audience could even feel that they had been tricked.

The challenger didn't move as if he was frozen on the spot, but the strange thing was that Ikas didn't run right at him either.

"Why is Ikas like that again? The concept is to throw the first punch right when it starts, right?"

"Look at that! He's limping his leg?"

"Oh, really?! Is Ikas hurt in his leg?"

The atmosphere became even more heated at the sight of the strongest person limping his leg. What if the challenger could win?

The 30-time jackpot was flickering in front of their eyes, so a heated cheering battle continued. They were attached to a rope called hope torture, not even knowing that they were ants that were being bled dry.

"Jed, that guy is the most powerful in this place."

"Yeah?"

"But he seems to be hurt in his leg. If well, the era of Ikas might be ending."

"No. That bastard is acting."

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"The way he's limping his leg is awkward."

"What is awkward? If you're hurt, don't you do like that?"

"It just looks unnatural. You can't fool my eyes. And that challenger also seems to be cast."

There were many these kinds of things in modern fighters, as well.

The game is quite common, to match the words in advance to increase the player's body value with the game cheating.

"Oh.... Is this all a written script?"

"Probably, he'll pretend to struggle appropriately and then win."

"No, wait a minute. Why would Ikas do such a cumbersome thing?"

"For the next board)." "What is-"

Right at that moment.

The fist that the challenger awkwardly stuck in Ikas's face. The audience also surprised and the eyes were large but also the challenger