"I once read a book, it was a human book. I like humans, I like them very much! Not only because they provide **** with a lot of souls, the basis for our survival and continuous growth, but also because this species always Reminds me of a very ordinary, yet very magical thing - clay!"

"No other species in the multiverse is as malleable as humans. As long as you find the right way and apply the right amount of force, they will become whatever you want them to be. No , no, no, I don't mean morphological changes, that's what shapeshifters are good at, and by plasticity I mean their minds, spirits, and hearts."

"Humans are not as stubborn and arrogant as dwarves and elves, you can easily affect their emotions, and use this as a starting point to bury a trace of evil in the hearts of originally good people; or in the hearts of evil people. There is a trace of kindness in my mind..."

"Okay, let's get back to the book I read. There's this sentence in it, 'Our whole life is to get rid of other people's expectations and find our true self'. In fact, I was the first When I read it for the first time, I didn't think that this sentence was very special, but the original owner of this book marked this sentence with a red pen."

"When I got this book, I was an ordinary traveling trader, driving a large van pulled by six purgatory monitor lizards, accompanied by a few heavily armed orc slaves, and hired a lich The leading undead bodyguard group, walking on the 'grey wilderness' full of boundless indifference and despair."

"At that time, the plane of 'Grey Wilds' was still intact, and it had not been destroyed by the death of the **** who was being hunted. You can find all kinds of demons, devils, and slaadi there, Formi All kinds of evil creatures such as the ant tribe, because it was the main battlefield of the eternal melee at that time."

"I sell all kinds of things that can be sold to the warring parties, from different types of armor, weapons, magic equipment, to slaves and mercenaries who directly fight on the field, and even the secret information mobilized by the legion. As long as it is something that can be traded, I will For sale. At that time, 'soul coins' had not been invented yet. Everyone traded with a crystal prism that stored souls, or used soul larvae directly as currency. Soul larvae tasted quite good, soft and glutinous. , and when you chew it, it squirms like **** in your mouth and screams in agony. Ah, that's a rare treat."

"Unfortunately, the number of soul larvae is very small now, but it was not like that at the time. At that time, as long as you searched carefully, you could always find this extremely delicious larva in the gray-black soil of the gray wilderness. Many old hags They will do this specifically, and then trade the found larvae with other purgatory creatures."

"I've probably been in the traveling merchant business, um..., let me think about it. One, two, three, about three thousand years or so, I was well-known in the demon army and the demon army. You must do business with demons. Be wary because they get hotheaded at every turn and if something is wrong they are likely to fight you on the spot. And the deal with your devils isn't really that much better, hey, you don't have to look at it that way Me, that's the truth."

"I have to read those tedious agreements and terms over and over again every time I make a transaction. The conspiracy hidden in those words is often more dangerous than the sword on the battlefield. There are many traveling merchants who have lost all of themselves because of their negligence. , had to join the slave army to act as cannon fodder. However, in order to tilt the balance of war even the smallest one on your side, the prices you both gave are generous."

"The traveling merchant's life has lasted for a long time, and my first few orc slaves have long since died, replaced by some semi-purgatory descendants that they have bred. But the 'Night Walker Bancro' led by the lich The undead mercenaries have followed me from beginning to end."

"Until an unbelievable thing happened. During the process of this incident, the words in the book kept popping up in my mind, and I began to reflect..., oh, it's a pity, it seems that today is not the case. It's a good time to talk about this, do you hear the voice, the arena is going to start the game, I can't be late. That piece of yellow sand is not only the stage for the gladiators, but also mine."

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Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Even through the gate, Barrett could clearly smell the extremely thick blood and sulphur that filled the arena. For some reason, he is now gradually liking this taste, and even the cheers and curses from the strange-looking audience in the stands have become less harsh.

Just like the bowl of thick soup that initially made him feel nauseated and disgusted, after getting used to it, it also seemed to have a long meaning.

Human, it's really a very adaptable creature, Barrett shook his head with a wry smile.

"You really don't plan to use this newly acquired golden spear?" Behind the barbarian, the barb demon 'Mitanu' with the spear kept persuading, "This weapon is better than the two on your waist. A broken sword is much better, look at the hard texture..." It slid the barbs on its claws over and over the spear of the spear, "I dare say it's not pure gold!"

Isn't this nonsense, who would make weapons out of pure gold? Barrett murmured inwardly.

The golden spear was originally owned by the centaur warrior, but after killing him, Barrett was able to inherit the spear and the set of golden armor, including the unicorn-shaped helmet.

This is also one of the rules of the arena, the winner has the right to inherit the loss.

The legacy of the losers on the sand. Of course, you can choose not to.

Barrett didn't intend to use this set of centaur warriors at first, because the thick set of centaur armor was obviously not prepared for a humanoid like him, so he couldn't wear it at all. Although the quality of the golden spear is not bad, it is not the type of weapon he is good at. What's more, even if he gets all these equipment, there is no place to put them ~lightnovelpub.net~ in the prison, which is definitely not acceptable.

However, the barb demon 'Mitanu' behind him, and the needle stab demon 'Seg' who had broken his arm, helped him collect all this equipment.

"I don't like to use spears very much." Barret rejected the proposal of the barb demon, "Well, you can keep it for me first, if you can sell it, or replace it with a good quality long sword or battle axe , that could not be better."

"I don't think it's a big problem." Acupuncture Demon replied. Later, he added, "As long as you have the opportunity to use it."

"Very good, I hope I can end up using something that can really be called a 'weapon'." Barrett said lightly.

"The more victories you win and the stronger the strength you show, the more people will turn their attention and interests to you. Correspondingly, you will gain more privileges." Acupuncture Demon said , "And the thing you asked me to find your original equipment before will get results faster."

Barrett nodded to show his understanding, "Victory and living, defeat and death, I don't think it's too difficult to choose. I will do my best in every battle. As for whether I can choose the answer I really want, it's up to my fate. "

The gate opened, and the barbarian took out the two broken long swords from his waist and walked out. At the same time, the voice that annoyed him resounded in the air again.

"Let's welcome today's two gladiators, who are..."

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