Simulating the Universe, Starting with Speedrunning Greece

A bunch of stingy people——!

He cursed inwardly, but still kept a smile on his face, not daring to show any negative emotions and scare off the slave owner of these "distinguished guests".

Seeing that no tyrants choose custom selection slave mode,

But we can't let the situation cool down.

The slave owner planned to place a few common "farm tools" first to liven up the atmosphere.

Once the financiers get excited, they will naturally be unable to resist paying.

This trick never works!

The slave owner took one look and quickly noticed that there was one slave standing out among the other slaves.

A night of good temperament and appearance,

But the slave owner's eyes shifted away the next moment.

This kind of high-level slaves are brought here just to scare them so that they will be more obedient and behaved in the future.

But the slave owners did not really intend to waste these slaves on such games.

Soon, the slave owner personally walked up to the slaves.

He smiled and said in a cold voice: "Is there anyone willing to participate in the game just now?

I can promise that if you can successfully make it through the game without dying,

I will release you and restore your freedom.”

Upon hearing this,

Suddenly, many slaves were shocked and had a momentary excitement.

Compared to being a slave, not even having your own name or surname,

Even their descendants will continue to be slaves.

Even if you are lucky enough to be bought by someone one day, you will never be able to hold your head up high for the rest of your life.

free--!!

What a desirable name.

They have lost their freedom, their selves, and everything they have, and they can't even get married and have children.

Even their own bloodline inheritance and reproduction cannot continue.

Compared to these, what's so scary about death? !

"I'll do it!!" At this time, a strong man jumped up and stood up.

Judging from the calluses on his palms, he was once a very powerful warrior.

The slave owner nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this.

He remembered the slave, a warrior captured from the battlefields of Greece.

Rome has been losing battles lately.

There are not many strong warrior prisoners like this.

But in Rome, this powerful warrior was not only bought as a private bodyguard,

There is only one ending waiting for the rest of them.

He was bought by someone and became a fighter in the arena.

Fight with many slave gladiators to gain honor and wealth for their masters.

Until the last drop of blood is shed and he dies completely.

Even if this kind of slave gets sick, unless his fighting ability is particularly outstanding, the master will not spend money to treat him. The worst that can happen is to replace him with a new one.

A strong warrior is worth some money, but unless he is a gifted and exceptional warrior, his value is just that.

If we put some decent stuff in there, our guests will probably be more satisfied.

Then the slave owner turned around and loudly declared:

“Next, we invite the strong Greek warrior who took the initiative to challenge this cruel game!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, let us cheer for this courageous Greek.

These are genuine Greeks and strong Greek soldiers captured from the Greek battlefield and are of extremely high value.

Honestly, I feel a little sad.

I hope he can make it to the end alive!"

When the slave owner finished speaking, suddenly——

From above came cheers and excitement like waves.

A strong warrior? Or a Greek?

Hahahaha~! This is exactly the kind of slave I want!

If the slaves died too easily,

How can it be fun if you can't even put up a little resistance?

They want to see a fight, a fight between the strong and the beasts!!!

And then——

Under the expectation of all,

The strong Greek walked out slowly with a gloomy face.

Finally, after choosing his wooden weapon, a spear,

He was transported using special tools and finally put into a cage and sent to the center of the square to replace the cage filled with poisonous snakes.

And this time,

Before the poisonous snakes fell from the sky,

The Greek warrior had taken the initiative to open the iron gate and chose to come out to fight with the lion!

Rather than waiting for a poisonous snake to fall from the sky and get scared and get a frightened buff, it is better to be ruthless and brave and walk out now.

The Greek warriors were not sure they could survive the dense swarm of poisonous snakes.

So he chose to fight the lions head-on, bravely fighting for a chance for his freedom.

however--

Ye felt it when the Greek warrior just walked out, but did not detect any strong breath of vitality.

The other party is just an ordinary person, not a Greek hero.

Even though the body looks strong,

But facing a group of lions at the same time, the result is predictable.

The night had some mercy. This was a battle that was bound to end in failure and blood.

No, this is not a fight anymore.

It is a desperate suicidal journey of a trapped beast!

There was no light ahead of him.

Chapter 39: The Name of Julius, the Family of God

It's too late.

Ye, who had no weapon in his hand, had no intention of saving the man.

Although he deeply sympathized with his subsequent experience, he was not kind enough to risk his life for others.

At least in reality, he is not allowed to be as casual as he is in the simulated universe.

When the lion's sharp claws tore the man's throat, the Greek warrior covered the lion's head unwillingly, stared with his eyes wide open, and was bitten to death.

At first there were roars, sounds of fear, and curses, but the moment the throat was bitten off, all sounds disappeared.

No, there is still a voice lingering.

That was the sound of blood splattering in the air, very subtle...if you don't listen carefully, you might not be able to feel it,

But for those who witnessed the entire hunting process with their own eyes, it is impossible not to pay attention.

Even the sights and sounds in front of me give me a creepy feeling.

Suddenly, there were countless excited voices or shouts from the stands.

Before the Greek warriors appeared on the stage, someone had set up a betting table to bet on how long the Greek warriors could survive.

Yes, it’s about how long you live, not whether you can survive to the end.

No one thought that anyone could pass the inhuman test below, although it could not be compared with the twelve trials in Greek mythology.

But those were all hellish trials that challenged the limits of human physiology.

They believed that unless the legendary demigod Hercules came in person, no one could walk out of here alive.

And at this time——

Someone shouted in great annoyance: "I thought he would at least hide in the cage until the poisonous snake descended and then get out.

This way he can survive for at least three minutes.

But he couldn't wait even a moment and went to die.

This idiot! He made me waste an oris (gold coin)!"

"You will definitely make money in the next round. I believe you are just unlucky." The dealer responded happily.

To the generous gentleman - he never spared a smile.

And in the midst of countless noises in life, the slave owner has already begun to select the next candidate.

He asked loudly: "Is there anyone else willing to take the trial?!"

But no one answered.

Compared to the previous eagerness to try.

After witnessing yet another bloody death, those brave men retreated.

The little bit of courage that had just risen up was instantly wiped out.

That is not a path to freedom, but a path to death!!

They knew this would be the outcome from the beginning.

But I always can't help fantasizing about miracles, and the possibility of exploding at the critical moment, directly killing the lion and intimidating the lion group.

Take a gamble, maybe you can gain your freedom.

But it was obvious that they had no chance of winning against these hungry lions from the very beginning.

When no one was willing to step forward, the slave owner got angry and decided to choose someone himself...

This time his eyes fell on the little old man beside Ye.

The old man was still chattering, using chatting to cover up his inner fear.

He looked as timid as a quail, and all he did was keep repeating "Can't see me, can't see me, don't choose me" and then bury his head in the ground.

But sometimes the more you fear being chosen, the more likely you are to be chosen.

It's like quantum entanglement - all of this is the choice of fate.

Slave Master: "Haruman! You~!!! Come out!! You're next!"

"W-what?!" The old man's face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes showed extreme fear and despair.

"I must have heard it wrong.

His name must be Harman, or Doruman, or something like that."