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As much as I worried about the future there was nothing I could effectively do about it.
I became known as the beast-taming contestant.
All my fights from that point onward were to be with the hound I had tamed.
This would make me stronger, but in turn, these bastards would just increase the strength of my opponents too.
It would usually be a fight 2 v 1 in our favor.
As if that made a big difference.
They still didn't give me any kind of weapon.
I would try my best to do as much as possible without hurting my body too much.
After all, any serious injury could easily become a death sentence there.
They tended to always push the slaves to their very limit.
Any step back makes one a goner.
That simple.
For we are but data to them.
Not even worthy of existing.
Many times I hoped that some righteous sect would stumble upon this and save us.
Sadly the world is not such a bright place.
All of these so-called good guys nothing but hypocrites.
