On the Southern part of the Arena, a middle aged man can be seen pondering over a decision. With his gestures alone, one can easily find that he is of a noble status. His handsome face can be said that it can capture even the most beautiful and stunning women. He has a light brow hair and with adonis body consisting with fine features and rippling muscles.
Many were jealous and spiteful of his feature be it a women or men. He would have suffered more than death if not for his great skills in battle and higher level of stats. Sadly, many knew that it was because of his feature that he was cursed to be sent with his daughter to the arena to die as a slave.
Meanwhile, next to him, many high level slaves were arguing if they should help the center arena.
"It is pointless to go the center arena! We had so much casualties already, why do we have to join them? What if there is another wave?"
"That is what I mean! If there is another wave, we will need their strength!"
"The main threat is the Blood Jackal King! We need to waste its strength first, once it is tired and wounded, then we can strike it!"
"So you want us to wait for the center arena to exhaust their strength? Then kill it? They are in trouble! Look at them, they are being decimated! It is just a matter of time before they move to the southern part, they will need our help!"
"Even if you want to agree with that, it doesn't matter, look at the people around you. They don't want to help! They are afraid of the Blood Jackal King! They are afraid to die!"
"There are also woman and children around. Do you want them to also fight to the death as well?"
"No, that is not my point, what I am saying is that for us to save them is we need to also secure the center arena. Otherwise, that problem will come to us sooner. Without the two groups cooperation, it will be hard to fight the Blood Jackal King!"
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"Dad, I can hear the screams from the center arena. They are in need and I want to help them," a child who is about 12 years old covered in a robed from head to toe leaned to Marc and tugged his shirt.
"Cecilia you can also hear them?" Marc who was in his thought was shocked.
The child nodded. Like her father's gift of attractiveness, the child has a long light brown hair with purple eyes. Because of her still young age, the difference is that she cannot fully showcase her beauty.
"You really are a genius! If we were back home, you would have been the priority to be nurtured to advance! They would have given you a title of a 'Maiden!" he blurted out. Shaking his head, "Forgive me, I have rob of you your future, I am an incompetent father."
He remembered how he went to running from far away lands because they want to force a marriage on him and to another despicable woman. He fell in love with a woman and bore a child. 11 years after, his wife died of the strange disease called 'heaven's mercy.' The woman who was supposed to marry him, knowing what happened, in anger found people to capture him and sold him as a slave.
"Dad, I am happy the way we were living with mom. I love everything we had, especially the small little things. I love how simple our life is and wouldn't want to change it for any castle or kingdom."
"Daughter, remember that I love you. No matter what happened in the future, your father is always proud of you. Your mom as well, now she is in a better place, I believe she wants us to fight and survive, no matter what."
Now with clarity in his eyes, Marc's mind was finally set. Walking towards the slaves, suddenly the aura of a noble king was released.
"Those who are willing to fight with me, they can come. Those who are afraid to die, then so be it, and stay here and protect the weak ones."
His words were like a thunder to those quarreling slaves. His words set two class apart: the weak and the strong. They say that humans die with pride, that is true for this case. Suddenly, the words of Marc spread throughout the camp. There is no need to force anyone to join his cause because he already received the desired effect.
The judgemental eyes of the king were suffocating to those around him. For others, you either chose to be 'brave' and fight head on or to be branded as 'weak' to those around you.
Out of 2000 plus slave, unexpectedly, about 1400 slaves joined Marc. The men who stayed were silently treated as 'inept'.
"Those who are joined me you are my real brothers! If we ever get out of this shit hole, find me and we will drink our fill and boast about the conquers we have made!"
"If you die with me in this arena, then look around you, they are your witness! They will say that you died with honor and pride intact, you protected the weak and hopeless."
"Those men who are afraid of small dogs, one way or another you will die, but let me tell you, even the heaven will not accept you."
Hahahah hundreds of laugh came from the slave.
"Now! Let's save our brother and kill those who are against our freedom!"
"Move to the center and kill those damn dogs!"