At this moment, Bartlett's heart was filled with a sense of injustice.
Why could that guy, who had never shown his face from the beginning, hide in a corner where no one could find him and simply wait for the qualification to advance to fall into his lap, while he himself had to risk the rising sandstorm and the splattering flames to fight against the Flesh Golem that only ate corpses?
Hmph, this is so unfair!
Of course, our barbarian gladiator wasn't the kind of youngster with a dream, nor did he ever pray for the extravagant notion of 'fairness'; he was simply annoyed at the guy who hid away.
Not far away, the corpses on the yellow sand had already been devoured by the Flesh Golem, and its body gradually became bloated, like a skinned fat man whose flesh was constantly wriggling and reshuffling, with a weird and slightly rigid face.
