Cecilia
Level 9
Strength: 9.6
Agility: 9.7
Perception: 9.2
Constitution: 7.6
Mana Capacity: 0
Gene Skill: Divine Resonance Sword (Locked)
'Hmm, her starts are really quiet and even stronger than average. But why did she become a slave again? With her skills for sure, she is qualified to be a Blood Warrior. Not only that, she is about to Awaken.'
'Also, she has the Divine Resonance Sword as a Gene Skill'
'Divine Resonance Sword. Just the sound of it seems quite strong too.'
'However, it still doesn't explain the reason why I had that dream state. The information is really lacking. I might have to increase my Identification to Level 2 to see more of her information.'
"I asked if you're okay. You've been staring at the lady for quite a while."
When Old Gramps looked at Cecilia, he couldn't help but be dismayed by her appearance.
"Zane, this baldy girl is too ugly. Don't rush into a decision. You're still young and inexperienced when it comes to beauty. Your village upbringing hasn't exposed you to certain things yet."
"Let's go. I'll introduce you to a better option. In terms of rankings for boob sizes, this girl I'll show you comes in second. The only catch is that her left breast is slightly smaller than her righ.."
Zane couldn't help but feel the urge to smack this old man.
'What's wrong with this old man? The girl is right in front of you.'
Old Gramps continued to ramble, explaining different aspects of a woman, and at times, being overly explicit in his gestures.
"I already chose her, Old Gramps"
"WHAT! Are you sick in the head boy?"
"Did you not hear what I just said."
"Yes! Painfully, yes! I heard all of it. But I am still choosing her."
Old Gramps still couldn't believe Zane's words. He wondered if Zane had a problem with his mind. He recalled that there were individuals with a fetish for unconventional appearances. The more unattractive the person, the more excited they become. He turned his head slowly and fixed his gaze on Zane.
Certainly, Zane could sense the judgmental stare. This was the first time he felt the urge to strike Old Gramps.
'It's not right to hit an old man. It's not right to hit an old man,' he repeated to himself. Instead, he came up with a suitable excuse.
"I know her. She is a friend" Zane responded with annoyance, "Remember the time with the Blood Jackal King? She helped us defeat it."
"Hmm. But still boy, you are still too naive, you are wasting your opportunity." shaking his head.
"You are too kind for this world; soon enough, this kindness will kill you."
Zane thought, 'In some sense, Old Gramps was right about this. This wasn't Earth; this was a place where the strong devoured the weak.'
Looking at Cecilia, Old Gramps shook his head again and started heading back to the line.
"Finally, some peace." Zane then went back to face Cecilia.
"I mean no harm. I promise that I won't hurt you or do anything that will harm you," he gently said. Zane knew that Cecilia had another person with her. It was likely her father, given the way they communicated. It was possible that her father died in one of the arena battles, leaving her in this state.
However, Zane wondered what happened to her face. He knew that her face wasn't as disfigured as it appeared now. Although he couldn't recall her exact features, he remembered that she used to be beautiful.
Cecilia did not respond but simply stared at him. "I don't want to force you, but if you do want to come, you can follow me."
As Zane started walking, Cecilia remained still. 'What a shame, a level 9 warrior, and she is about to Awaken as well. She could have been a good guard for me.'
After taking a few steps, he noticed movement behind him. He smiled. Without turning his back, he said, "Follow me."
When Jezebel saw that everyone was settled, she announced, "Now rest, my elites. You all deserve a good break. Additional rewards will be distributed tomorrow."
The new Blood Warriors observed everything, how they received money and were given a beautiful woman. Many were envious, and some couldn't help but wish to head straight to the Arena at that very moment to earn some 'glory'.
The ignorant didn't realize that Jezebel had orchestrated everything from the beginning to the end.
...
Inside Umbra's residence, laughter echoed.
"Hahaha. I can't believe they managed to kill an Awakened beast! An Awakened Beast!" Jezebel exclaimed.
Doug's deep voice followed, "Apart from the severe wounds, they discovered the beast was poisoned."
Jezebel's smile widened, "I'm aware. Zane was the one who shot the poisoned arrows. And not only that, he used paralyzing arrows too."
"That boy is quite capable. He's only been with us for a short time but is already involved in slaying powerful beasts. I wonder, how did he even acquire those potions?"
Jezebel chuckled, "It doesn't matter. He's proving very useful for now. We just need to keep a closer eye on him."
Doug nodded, then changed the topic with a smile, "As part of the Arena rules, we've received the Awakened materials from the Blazing Tusk Mammoth," he continued, "And not only that, the Nobles sent us a substantial amount of valuable items. Many seem eager to build a strong relationship with us."
"Hah! Those small, pathetic nobles. What you don't know is that an Imperial Consulate was also observing the battle. I met him right after the battle."
"WHAT!?" Doug was profoundly shocked. High-ranking nobles are not common, especially imperial ones. "Which family?"
Jezebel locked eyes with Doug and stated, "The Vermonts." Doug's eyes widened, unable to believe it.
"Look at this potion in my hand; it was given to me as a gift." Jezebel held a vial containing a purple liquid that emitted flashing lights.
Her eyes burning with a reddish hue, she grinned like a devil and proclaimed, "Soon enough, I will reach the peak level of Awakened. At that point, I'll have the chance of Ascedance!"
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