Even in this hell hole, they still managed to get drugs. How they made it or how they got it still remained a close crew-guarded secret.
And then there was Naless: The crew for those without a crew.
Lenny understood to a good extent how things worked. All crews were extended across both sexes.
The Naless crew also had female mbers. However, E666 was surprisingly not a mber of any crew.
He took his food and sat close to the mbers of the Naless crew.
Just then, there was a shout that drew Lenny's attention.
It was from E701. The old rat man.
He had tried to get so food but for so reason, he could not.
"What do you an I'm out of points!?" he questioned.
"Take a look old man!" the F class serving the food pointed to the old man's wrist. Truly, the old man's points were Zero.
Even though the old man's shout drew his attention, it did not for most of the other gladiators.
They could not be bothered by the screams of the old man.
Lenny looked at his hand. He still had sufficient points for food.
Just then, his senses caught sign of danger. However, before he could move, a hand had slung itself on his neck.
Lenny was surprised to see that it was actually E7007. The pretty boy that was the leader of the naless crew.
"so, how was your midnight snack!?" E7007 asked.
Lenny did not know how to answer, or rather, his mind was busy on understanding why he felt a strong sense of danger from E7007 approach, but even before he could instinctively move in response to the danger, E7007 had already reached him.
"What!? why the long face? you didn't like it?" E7007 cracked a long laugh. "Don't worry about it. I'm just ssing with you."
Lenny gave a dry laugh. However, he frowned inside.
E7007 was a bit bigger than him. but the difference was not exactly much.
Lenny thought back to the exceptional skill that E7007 had displayed only yesterday when he caught the punch the gladiator had thrown out, and also his snake strike.
There was obviously more than what t the eye that E7007 was capable of.
Lenny suddenly rembered that he had a skill for surveying abilities that he had newly just acquired.
*Surveyor!*
Just when he was about to turn on Surveyor on E7007 there was a loud ring of the bell in dinning hall.
For a person that was sensitive to his environnt like him, the sharp sound of the bell was depressing to his ears.
He paused and held his ears tight.
The sound stopped.
"Co on boys! we all know what that bell ans. Let's go!" E7007 ordered.
Imdiately, the gladiators rushed the remaining food in their bowls.
Lenny was perplexed as to what was going on, but he soon understood. After all, this was under a coliseum. It was ti for battle.
Surprisingly, not everybody was excited to rush out to fight.
Whether it was a male or female, so gladiators were not at all excited at the idea of going out to fight for their daily bread.
Also, Lenny discovered that going out to fight, was actually not compulsory.
Unless the person was specifically instructed to do so by the demons in charge, they was no problem with him or her remaining behind.
Then again, how was one to live in this place without getting stronger. Battle was the only stone that could sharpen the blade in a gladiators heart.
Battling was also the only way for one to get necessary points for food.
Unless of course the person was privileged in having a useful skill like the gladiators of the Pignosed crew.
Lenny discovered that all mbers of the Naless crew whether male or female participated in battling.
This was the sa thing too for the Cowheads crew. However, the Pignosed and the Raptoids only sent over a select few.
Lenny finished his foo and followed along. Everybody picked their intended weapons.
From the weapons the gladiators used, it was easy to know how they fought.
Most of the Cowheads used Hamrs or very big and heavy weapons. Then again, they were strength types.
Lenny had lived a life that allowed him a good range of weapons, but he looked around, and decided to pick two long knives.
They were better for fighting with this nimble body he had acquired.
Many also picked up tal armor that was strapped to the chest for defence.
However, a good range of them could care less. Armor only restricted movent, and in many cases, made one slower.
Lenny was one of those that did not put on armor. It's not that he did not think it was useful, but that his weapon choice was going to be a bad combination with this kind of old crude armor.
The n and won of the Naless crew stayed closely together. As did others of the other crews.
They all waited behind a huge door that slowly opened. As it did, the light that ca sipped in from the sun was much for their eyes. However, they quickly adapted.
The doors opened fully, and the gladiators ca out screaming for battle.
However, what welcod them was the sight of large pieces of human at being cleaned by demons.
On one of them that was being dragged away, Lenny saw the label on the chest. It Read B300.
It was easy to understand that those of the B Class had just used the arena.
After all, the demons that ford the crowd were still in a fervent shout for the reward of blood shed.
Lenny looked up. His eye sight was quite good.
He could see as so of demons shared body parts with one another as blood stained their faces down to their chest.
If it was anyone else that had co from his forr world, even those world-renowned murderers, they would have found this sight disgusting to the marrow.
However, it only served as the reality for Lenny.
These were the people that Lucifer wanted him to have revenge on.
*GROWLLL!!!*
There was suddenly a loud growl that dragged the attention of all in the arena.
A large tal door in the distance opened up slowly.
This match was not like the last one Lenny had found himself in.
This ti around, the gladiators were not required to fight themselves.
The gig tal doors opened slowly.
The creaking sounds that ca from the opening lever was the announcer of the arrival of death's sickle.
When it was fully opened, Lenny's eyes remained wide open.
After all, this creature that ca out was only ever seen or heard of in mythologies.
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