Lenny frowned at this but he turned and walked away.
The treatnt of humans, Lenny got to descover was not just terrible at Cuban's Arena.
The Gladiators were all kept in one area.
However, aside from al ti, they were all kept in separate cells.
That is, Gladiators under an Arena master were grouped together away from Gladiators of other Arena masters.
This was done to avoid sabotaging.
After all, Gladiators did not exactly have rules forbidding cheating to win.
Every thing whether by hook or crook was seen as a part of a person's strength.
There were first taken to the dinning hall for their al.
Just like back ho, they were fed Mushroom paste.
The only difference here was that everybody sat on chairs.
However, even during al ti, he could hear the whispers that ca from all around him.
They were accompanied by strange glares. So were of adoration, but most, were like daggers against his back.
"Don't mind them," A222 said as she sat in front of him with her plate of food, "one way or the other, we were bound to make enemies in this hell hole. At least this way, they know to fear us."
Lenny looked at her. This was the first ti she was actually talking to him.
More people dropped their plates of food at his table.
Of course, these were all gladiators under Cuban's Arena.
Unfortunately, one seat remained empty.
This made Lenny sigh. That seat was supposed to be D800's.
He waved his hand and the skin on his shoulder from D455's body was thrown unto the seat.
It was clear to everyone what Lenny was doing. He was honoring D800.
And he did it in a scary and deterring way.
Lenny looked at the faces of the gladiators on his table.
So like E666 imdiately avoided eye contact with him.
After all, she was still on Lenny's Kill list. This had not changed one bit.
Lenny scoffed a bit, and then his eyes landed on A222, "are all of you riding on my win?"
"Is there a problem with that?" She asked back.
"Yes! I RIDE solo."
"Well, that will have to change. You may be strong, but you still need us."
"Really!? How? Tell how a two ti bitch like you can be useful."
She scoffed back at him, "firstly, I am not scared of you..."
"That can be arranged!" He argued back imdiately.
She scoffed again, "SECONDLY," she drew closer to him as she whispered, "if this is the issue about the Order of gladiators..."
"It is!"
"Well, I had no choice. From the mont I stepped into that hall, I knew who the Order master was with my nose alone. Do you know how many tis I wanted to tell the others? But I couldn't. 'He', no, 'They' would have had my head."
"And so you lied to everybody. Do you know how many died because of that lie? Their hopes of a better world out there and YOUR fucking lie killed them."
"Well, I don't think you have noticed, but it's a really fucked up world everywhere, and if lying lets breath, then Fuck you! After all, you got out, and then what did you do when you ca back? Did you free them? The so called 'Hope filled gladiators'. What did you do to them, Huh!? You butchered them because of your Fucking revenge. How are you any different from . I fucked them up to survive and you fucked them up for your Petty Revenge. Guess what asshole, it's the sa boat in a world that wants to eat us alive so DEAL WITH IT!"
As she ranted, her voice had climbed several pitchs drawing the attention of everyone in the dinning all to both of them.
She suddenly noticed this and cald down.
Lenny also looked at her with a brow up. Even he knew that a big part of what she had just said was true. But they were parts of him he just couldn't hold back.
If a person were to slap him on one cheek, he was not going to turn the other cheek, but rather peel off the flesh of the person's cheeks.
Things cald down a little.
"Like I said. We can help you as much as you can help us," A222's voice had cald down once more. "I know you are strong, but if you underestimate the gladiators in this room, your unbecoming will beco your new reality."
Lenny raised a brow at this. However, A222 already had a convincing explanation.
"These events are not always as straight as they seem. Demons are naturally cunning people. Although they are very strict with rules, their strict nature is the sa reason why you shouldn't trust them. Or do you think you are the only one capable of killing a lesser demon in this room?"
That last sentence grabbed Lenny's attention.
"But the rules are strict. Only gladiators within the A class to E class."
"True, but that is relative. Every rule has a backdoor. A form of loop hole. You can call it a leak. Whenever rules are given, backdoors are always available. You for example are a backdoor that the Magistri found. You can negate abilities and have a lot of strength. He was sure you would be able to deceive the test crystal ball, and you did just that. You have not violated the rules as the crystal ball affird your class to be 'D'. It would only be foolish to think that other Arena masters do not have their own thods."
Hearing this made Lenny sink into thought.
He rembered the very first ti he had gone to the order of Gladiators.
It was the sa thing back then.
D7007 had bribed a demon guard to only look front while he patrolled.
The rule for the demons was to watch the males from entering into the female cells and vice versa.
However, this rule only applied if they saw it.
If they didn't, it did not apply.
The bribe was not for the demon to allow them go into the female cells, but to keep looking forward.
If he did not see it, it was safe to say that he did not know.
It was the sa in this case with the tournant.
Not seen equated to not caught, and not caught equated to never happened.
However, Lenny still had other questions.
"I thought half Borns were made into Lesser demons once they finished from the A class. How then is that possible?"
"No! You got it all wrong. That rule only belongs to Cuban. He is a Blood demon of noble bloodline. It is his thod of ensuring their loyalty. There are others of different Arena masters that do not have such skill as he does. Although they might have their own special ans, but do not be deceived. Humans have incredible potential for growth and that is why demons use us."
"And how do you know so much?" Lenny asked her.
"The Magistri did not mix us up just because of strength in our Classes, but because of our special skills and abilities. For , it is..." She pointed to her nose, mouth, and ears.
"I have very good senses. Of course it depends on the range. It so cases, I can even taste a lie in the air."
"Oh really?" Lenny had a skeptical look on his face.
She scoffed a bit, "I know, you don't believe . I know things I shouldn't. I can even hear everything that happens from the A class to the F class."
Lenny's brows raised further, "Really!?"
A222 frowned. Apparently, he needed evidence.
"Who is Crusher? And insect-B. I could hear them constantly banging from underneath the Chira colony. One of them certainly likes the deep throat."
Lenny's eyes widened in surprise.
Even if she knew about Crusher and Insect-B, she shouldn't know about such detailed description of their activities.
Lenny suddenly cracked a slight smile, "what else do you know?"
"A lot. I know that E666 has the joys for you even though you broke her limbs, gouged out her eyes and nearly killed her."
A222 and Lenny glanced in E666's direction. She noticed their look on her, and imdiately averted their eyes.
Lenny scoffed, "that's too easy. But you pass for now. So tell about these gladiators that have lesser demon strength."
A222 stylishly pointed to a Gladiator at her far left on another table.
It was a woman. She looked frail and pale and ate her food in silence. She looked undisturbed by the activities around her, and even her teammates seed to avoid her.
"What!? Her?"
"Yes," A222 patted her nose with a finger. She slls a bit like you with lesser demon strength. Also, she makes the air taste weird."
Lenny heard this and used Surveyor her way.
However,the mont he did, the pale woman imdiately looked in his direction....
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