Chapter 23 - First Fight (1)

Asil closed his eyes after a while and waited for time to pass. Seven days of training (!) had slightly altered his good-natured and friendly character. He understood more clearly that the weak had no say and that everything the strong said was true. But even with a change in character, he was still far from a murderous villain. He did not want to be like that. Because to him, human life was precious, and one could only kill another if one really had to. This was a very childish way of thinking in this world, and Asil knew it, but he still could not stop himself from thinking like this.

Asil tried to find the source of the word "Kill" that resonated in his mind by closing his eyes and focusing his feelings as he waited for time to pass. Even though the mysterious word "Kill" that came after the mysterious buzzing sound made his body more powerful, Asil started to feel uncomfortable with it. This was because the sound kept echoing and it did not allow Asil to think about anything else properly.

"Why does the word "kill" resonates in my mind...? What should I kill or why? That noise is driving me crazy... Strange things have been happening in my body ever since that bastard started torturing me... What is the meaning of this?... Would the word "kill" stop echoing in my mind if I killed anything?"

Asil tried to think as logically as he could, and then came up with a rather simple idea. To test this idea, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at whether there was an ant, a fly, a spider, or anything like that inside the cell. Inside the cell were several spiders and mosquitoes. Asil looked at a spider that was nearby and approached him with his hand and suddenly crushed it. The spider was crushed to death because an ordinary spider could not resist even the simplest attack of an ordinary human. When it died, Asil focused all his attention on the voice in his mind. Shortly afterward, bewilderment occurred on Asil's face. Because even though it was very difficult to understand, the intensity of the sound that echoed in his mind had only slightly diminished.

Asil immediately stood up and began killing spiders and flies in the cell, accompanied by the strange gaze of the people that were inside the other cells. Even though other people thought he was going crazy after the torture he gone through, that thought of them meant nothing to Asil now. The only thing that mattered to Asil right now was getting rid of that voice that resonated in his mind.

After Asil killed all the flies, spiders, the intensity of the sound he was hearing was reduced by almost twenty percent. This was quite a relief for Asil, who had heard the same thing for two days incessantly, although twenty percent did not seem to be much.

About ten minutes after Asil reduced the severity of the sound, a small pain suddenly spread all over his body, and his entire body instantly tingled. It did not mean much to him because of the pain he had been through for a week. So, he wanted to close his eyes again and wait for time to pass and for his first fight to come tomorrow. But as he was closing his eyes, the tingling in his body slowly began to pass, and then his body became a little stronger. His body was constantly strengthening for a week, and as a result of this strengthening, Asil could feel his body becoming incomparable to his shape.

Asil smiled when he felt his body strengthened again; he looked around a little more with his red eyes, and after making sure there was nothing he could kill, he closed his eyes and lay down, and soon fell asleep.

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The next day, morning...

The footsteps coming from the entrance to the Great Hall, where the cells located, were getting closer and closer... A short time later, a middle-aged man appeared at the entrance to the hall, and this man entered the hall after looking inside and looking through the cells.

This middle-aged man was about two meters tall and had a fairly molded body. He also had long brown hair and light brown eyes. As he walked, there was arrogance on his face, and it was clear from his gaze that he thought he was superior to anyone who was here.

When he walked in, the people in the cells interrupted their conversations between each other and looked at him. The middle-aged man walked, ignoring their gaze, and after arriving in front of the cell where Asil and the old man were staying, stopped and started talking to the Asil, whose eyes were still closed, even though he had already woken up.: "Hey brat, I think your name was Afir or something. Look here! You've been here a week, and you finished your training yesterday. According to Kastor's rules, you have your first fight today. So that you don't go to your first fight hungry and let the audience watch a boring fight, you're going to come with me now and have some food, and then you're going to go out for your fight."

Asil slowly opened his eyes after the middle-aged man spoke. His eyes were not as red as they were yesterday, but they were still slightly bloodshot. After Asil stood up, he looked at the middle-aged man and spoke casually. "My name is not Afir. My name is Asil, Asil Mirza."

The middle-aged man's facial expression changed, and he replied with disdain. "Hmph, these days brats are getting very arrogant. If I say your name is Afir, your name is Afir. If I say Akir, your name is Akir you understand!? Slaves like you do not need a name. You are just simple slaves, that is all! Now get out and follow me!"

After the middle-aged man spoke, the atmosphere around was instantly tense. He had humiliated them in a hall where the slaves were, and this had angered the other slaves. The man got a little spooked and immediately moved his hand, revealing the entrance to Asil cell, then picked up Asil and left quickly.

When he left, the old man, who was staying in Asil's cell, opened his eyes and spoke to himself after sighing.: "Boy, I hope you don't die. There aren't many around here as smart and tough as you at your age...."