Leonard paced nervously in the makeshift arena, his heart thumping in his chest. "So, I'll challenge someone else!" he called out, trying to mask his anxiety with bravado. "Who's brave enough to take me on?" The crowd, a mix of weary slaves and spectators seeking entertainment, stirred with excitement. From the back, a voice boomed, "I'll take you on!"
The challenger stepped forward, tall and muscular, confidence radiating from him. The crowd cheered, eager for a spectacle. The match was quickly set up at a rickety wooden table, its surface marred by countless previous contests. Leonard took a deep breath, placing his hands on the table, mirroring his opponent's stance.
As they clasped hands, Leonard felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. He glanced at the challenger's grip, noting its lack of strength. Could it be? Was this opponent weaker than he appeared? A flicker of hope ignited within him. If he played his cards right, he might turn this situation to his advantage.
When the signal to start rang out, the challenger surged forward with all his might. Leonard braced himself, his muscles taut as they locked in a fierce struggle. To his surprise, the challenger's strength faltered, unable to push Leonard's hand down for several moments. Sensing an opportunity, Leonard formulated a daring plan: if he pretended to be weaker, he could lure the challenger into a higher-stakes bet, potentially allowing him to escape his oppressive slave contract.
With a determined effort, Leonard feigned weakness. He let the challenger gradually force his hand down, exaggerating his struggle and adding just enough pressure to create a resounding crack against the table. Laughter erupted from the crowd, echoing through the cafeteria. "What a pitiful defeat!" they jeered, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Please! Can I have another chance?" Leonard pleaded, adopting a sorrowful tone and blinking back tears. "I want to win back the money John gave me!"
John, his loyal friend, stepped forward, shaking his head. "Leonard, it's fine! I just wanted to have a little fun." But Leonard knew better; he needed to turn this humiliation into something profitable. "I appreciate that, but I'm ready to make a real wager. If I lose, I'll serve as someone's slave for three months. If I win, I want three months' salary!"
The crowd buzzed with disbelief. "Doesn't he realize he just lost?" someone muttered. "He wants to gamble even more!" Others laughed, but some whispered among themselves, contemplating Leonard's strategy. "What if he's pretending to lose to lower our guard?" a spectator suggested, intrigued by the possibility.
In the midst of the crowd, the strongest among them, a man known for defeating a low-level vampire in hand-to-hand combat, smirked. "I'll take that bet," he said, the challenge in his voice drawing eager listeners. The atmosphere shifted as anticipation mounted. Leonard's gamble had transformed into a spectacle, the stakes heightened and the crowd electrified.
As two guards approached, curiosity etched on their faces, Leonard seized the moment. "Let the guards bear witness! We need no false stories spreading!" The challenger, caught up in the excitement, proposed a three-round match: the first to win two rounds would be the victor. Leonard agreed, feeling a surge of determination.
The first round began, and Leonard knew he needed to play the part. As the signal sounded, he acted clumsy, straining against the challenger's might. "Is that all you've got?" the challenger taunted, clearly relishing his apparent superiority. The crowd rallied behind him, shouting encouragement.
In a calculated move, Leonard allowed himself to lose the first round, his hand slamming down with a dramatic flourish. The crowd erupted into laughter, and Leonard felt a mix of satisfaction and tension. "Let's raise the stakes," he proposed, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. "How about a half-year's salary?"
The challenger, eyes gleaming with greed, agreed, a confident smirk plastered across his face. Round two began, and Leonard played the part of the struggling underdog, making it seem like he was exerting every ounce of strength. But just as the challenger began to relax, Leonard made his move.
With a sudden surge, Leonard began to press the challenger's hand down, inch by inch. Gasps rippled through the crowd, disbelief etched on their faces. "Look! The strongest isn't even trying!" someone exclaimed. Just as the tension peaked, a loud crash interrupted, drawing everyone's attention.
A newcomer stumbled into the arena, disrupting the moment. In the chaos, Leonard managed to secure a surprising victory in the second round, slamming the challenger's hand down with an unexpected finality. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and shouts, some accusing the challenger of throwing the match.
Frustrated, the challenger yelled, "I wasn't taking it seriously! Let's both raise the stakes!" Leonard, sensing the opportunity, nodded eagerly. "Let's make this final round count!"
As the last round commenced, Leonard appeared calm and confident. He revealed, "I've been holding back my true strength." The crowd leaned in, captivated. With a sudden, explosive motion, Leonard brought the challenger's hand crashing down onto the table, the sound reverberating like thunder.
Silence blanketed the cafeteria for a heartbeat, then chaos erupted. Accusations flew as the crowd struggled to comprehend what had just happened. "You must be scamming us!" someone yelled, while others called for the guards.
Leonard turned to the guards, raising his voice over the din. "Guards! Did I or did I not win this match?" They stepped forward, confirming his victory amid the uproar. Leonard felt a rush of triumph as he collected his winnings, the thrill of the moment washing over him.
As the excitement subsided, John approached, eyes wide. "I can't believe you did it! You actually won!" Leonard smiled, the weight of his struggles momentarily lifted. But reality soon crashed back in. The guards began to escort them back to their cells, noticing that all the traps had been activated with no one in sight. One guard turned to Leonard, suspicion clouding his features. "Did you cause this mess?"
Caught off guard, Leonard hesitated, his mind racing. "I—I'll cover the damages," he stammered, remembering the gate he had broken earlier. "I'll pay for it, I promise."
The guard's expression softened slightly but remained stern. "Tomorrow, you'll need to meet the slave contractor. Be prepared to explain everything." With that, Leonard was taken to a different cell, where he lay on the hard cot, sleep eluding him as he thought of the day's events.
Around 3:00 AM, a soft beep broke the silence. Leonard jolted awake as the system's voice echoed in his mind: "Your daily quests have been processed. Complete them by midnight to avoid punishment.
His heart raced as he listened to the daunting tasks:
1. Kill two goblins.
2. Complete 500 push-ups.
3. Run a distance of 250 km.
4. Complete 500 sit-ups.
The rewards promised enticing upgrades: four attribute points and an upgrade to level two. But failure would bring punishment, a thought that sent shivers down his spine.
And there was a side quest: Buy your freedom today, promising a secluded house and an invisibility cloak.
Determined to escape his fate, Leonard began strategizing. Morning arrived, and he threw himself into the push-ups and sit-ups, exhaustion creeping in with every movement. The physical strain was immense, but the thought of freedom pushed him onward.
Finally, as he completed his last set of push-ups, a guard appeared at his cell. "Get ready," he said gruffly. "The contractor will be here soon to speak with you."
With adrenaline pumping and the stakes higher than ever, Leonard braced himself for the challenges ahead, ready to seize the chance to change his fate.