CH 14

Chapter 14 Overcoat(2)

Translator: BaeBae Editor: Chazathan777

“Aughh ahhhh!”

The man who was pissing himself threw down his shield and sword and ran for the hills.

“No!”

One gladiator screamed for him to come back but once he fled, the desert trolls didn’t miss the opportunity for such an easy picking.

With a sharp shriek, three trolls surrounded Juan’s group at once. The man who had fled banged on the closed metal bars and screamed.

“Let me out! Something’s wron…..!”

Ooo Ddduk! The man’s head was ripped off.

Meanwhile, Juan and his group scattered in all directions from the incoming desert trolls.

Luckily, the trolls instinctively rushed towards the weakness first, so there were no other casualties except one.

But it was going to be difficult for the group to come together as one again as everyone had scattered.

It was every man for himself. And anyways their survival rate looked higher by joining Lecto’s or Rampage’s groups instead.

‘That’s good.’

For Juan, it was better that the group had scattered.

First of all, he was confident he would not get caught by dull monsters like desert trolls.

There were many other easier targets all over the place. It was important to save his stamina for opponents further on in the match.

Juan looked at Lecto’s and Rampage’s groups, who were watching the people in Juan’s group get slaughtered. Unlike before, Lecto was refraining from taunting the trolls.

‘He’s made the same judgement I suppose.’

For more,

Three sharp spears were thrust forward from the gaps between the shields. From the desert troll’s perspective, they never saw it coming.

The first victim started screaming as a spear was driven through its eyes.

The crowd started cheering as the monsters were receiving injuries for the first time today.

The spear was driven through the desert troll’s head then pulled back out to drive it in again and again around its body.

Not long after, the troll gave its last breath and died. Desert trolls had a slow regeneration as their metabolism was slow as well.

The two trolls that were left let out a threatening roar but were hesitant to attack.

Instead, they resorted to throwing decapitated heads and bones to no avail as the shields easily stopped them from causing harm.

Rampage’s soldiers slowly started moving forwards, putting pressure on the trolls.

The trolls were backing off when their heads were suddenly smashed open with a puuh-suk sound.

For more,

Daaron swung his body over over the palisade. An unnerving look filled his face.

‘He’s not here.’

Juan couldn’t be seen inside the Colosseum.

*****

Juan began concealing himself when everyone’s attention shifted towards the desert trolls.

Not a single person from the crowd nor a gladiator were watching him.

While there wasn’t normally anywhere suitable to hide inside the open arena, for Juan, all he needed was dead bodies, blood, and sand to conceal himself.

He used the blood to make the sand stick to his body, forming a layer of camouflage.

‘Then…..concealment.’

Juan dispersed his mana like fog around his body to dim his presence.

He was able to do this because he had excellent control at manipulating his mana. One couldn’t have achieved this merely by knowing magic. While he’d lost most of his mana, his expertise in manipulating mana didn’t go anywhere.

And like a snake hidden beneath the sand, he stalked his prey. The blood that had been sprayed over the ground had stained the sand. It was a slaughter everywhere.

Juan analyzed the entire Colosseum from beneath the sand where he was hiding. He’d felt the movement of an enemy’s blood.

Inside the Colosseum, a sizable amount of mana created from snake blood was being directed somewhere.

Back when he killed Taltere, his goal was to simply take his head. But now, he first had to find where Taltere was hiding.

Juan didn’t doubt for a second that Taltere would be at the other side of this blood trail.

‘But…there’s….not enough blood.’

There wasn’t enough blood to figure out where the blood was heading to. A more assertive behaviour was required to know who was pulling the strings.

Juan glimpsed at director Daaron. While he was the most suspicious candidate for now, it looked as if he wasn’t faking it.

‘I might need a little help.’

While Juan was contemplating, the arena had turned into chaos.

Once the desert trolls were ripped apart, Lecto and Rampage started growling and taunting each other.

It looked as if a fight was gonna break out at any moment, yet the two stood their ground.

In a roundabout way, this was them signalling to hurry up and send in the next set of monsters.

Juan recognised this signal and observed what the director’s response would be.

Just below the director’s area, a soldier pulled on a complex set of chains and the Colosseum’s north gate started to open.

‘There.’

Juan suddenly blasted off, having waited patiently for this moment.

Blink.

The scene around him went blurry, along with his body feeling like it was pulled forward. Juan instantly arrived at his desired location.

Juan skimmed past a fellow gladiator, but he didn’t notice anything but a breeze.

Juan stood next to the prison cell and looked around curiously.

There were two soldiers inside.

He swiftly drove his knife into one of the soldier’s neck, who was snickering at the events that were unfolding in the arena.

“Kuk, Kuakuukuk….”

“Huh? What? Oi, what’s wrong?”

Juan squeezed himself past the cell bars and crawled inside.

The cell was made to keep grown adults and monsters in place, not skinny children.

The other soldier pulled out his sword as soon as he saw Juan. Effortlessly, Juan proceeded to stab his knife into the soldier’s skull the moment he entered the prison room.

Juan didn’t even feel an ounce of sympathy.

To clean his dirtied knife he swung his knife down, and the blood on it splattered on the floor.

His attention shifted to the mechanical devices.

‘Nothing’s changed since then huh.’

Everything was exactly the same as when he beheaded Taltere. Back then, Taltere’s priests had made many mechanical devices to satisfy their god.

Those who proclaimed to worship the emperor were using the same methods to operate this device that belonged to a god that the emperor slew.

Juan lifted his head and looked at the Colosseum.

Screaming gladiators swinging their swords and soldiers putting their lives on the line for money. The exhilarated crowd that were giving away their money to see such a gruesome event.

On the arena’s floor, the crazy woman’s and faun’s blood pasted into the sand.

Looking on, for a strange reason, Juan felt refreshed.

It felt as if he took off a blindfold that had been covering his eyes.

Yes. The world has already been like this.

If someone cleaned up rubbish, there was someone there to diligently place the rubbish back.

It was nothing to be disappointed about and be called unfair.

It was unsurprising, just like how he was stabbed in the back with a knife.

For more,

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

The snake shook around and straightened its body towards the sky before limply slamming back down.

It’s head had fallen towards the crowd and a few spectators were crushed to death.

After a brief silence, a new panic mode kicked in.

“Aughh ahhhh! Save me!”

“What are they doing…. Don’t push! I said stop p….!”

“Where are the guards!”

People who were enjoying a slaughter fest till just now, had tears and despair on their faces now that they were the one’s being targeted.

The narrow corridors were crowded and only a few managed to escape. Most suffocated or were crushed to death by the stampede.

But that wasn’t all.

Bits of rails had fallen inward, which created a staircase from the arena to the podium.

The monsters began their way up the stairs or used the snake’s body to get to the spectator area. The crowd stuck at the narrow exits were pounced upon.

A brutal slaughter took place.

A river of blood streamed into the arena.

“Blimey…”

Lecto who was stuck underneath the snake looked on at the spectacle. This was an opportunity for him.

Monsters had moved up towards the podium, lessening the amount left in the arena.

Lecto forced his body out from underneath the snake’s corpse. He had a sprained ankle but could still move.

“I will live through this. I will survive and….”

At that exact moment, a large shadow loomed past his head.

Lecto blankly raised his head.

A radiant sun. And a large shadow.

That’s the last thing he saw.