In the outside world, in the familiar confines of the real-world dungeon, Night opened his eyes.
The passage of time felt different here; his biological clock indicated that the days he spent in the Simulation Universe hadn't significantly overlapped with real-time.
It was as if a single second had been infinitely stretched.
One moment he was in the internal consciousness world, the Star Core, meeting Black Tower, and the next, he was back in reality.
According to his biological clock, half a year in the Simulation Universe equated to roughly an hour in the real world.
As long as his real-world location remained relatively safe, he could comfortably spend extended periods in the Simulation Universe.
Everything he experienced in the Greek Universe, the great achievements he completed, began to feed back into his physical body.
In addition to Achilles' template, the conceptual form of the God Spear Hector, and the skills and combat experience he acquired in the Simulation Universe, the legendary accomplishments he achieved in the Greek Universe began to nourish his body.
This form of enhancement felt akin to how gods in the DanMachi world unlocked human potential through blessings, allowing for limitless improvement through training and achieving great deeds.
However, compared to divine blessings, the feedback from the world was far richer and more generous, even if it was just from a conceptual universe.
Night's body, initially weak, began to recover visibly, growing stronger and more muscular, resembling the athletic builds of Greek heroes like Hector and Achilles.
Abs and chest muscles began to form, rapidly solidifying his physical foundation.
At this moment, he felt capable of taking on multiple strong Greek soldiers barehanded.
With the conceptual form of the divine armaments, his combat prowess would be genuinely heroic.
It was time to find an opportunity to escape.
The feeling of restricted freedom was unbearable.
If not for this confinement, he would have already embarked on his second Simulation Universe adventure, continuing to grow stronger on the Trojan battlefield.
He wanted to live freely, with no one able to restrict his right to exist—not even Zeus himself.
Not to mention a mere slave master.
And just as Night was thinking about how to get a weapon,
As long as he had a weapon, he could use the divine armament.
Then he could easily break out anytime!
Even take revenge on those black-hearted human traffickers who sold him here!
He had not forgotten who caused him to be in this situation.
At this moment—
The slave master suddenly returned to the dungeon with many men, loudly proclaiming:
"Line up, one by one...
There are big clients here.
Everyone be on your best behavior...
If the distinguished guests fancy you, you might just get to live a life without worrying about food!"
As he spoke, the slave master suddenly began taking a large number of slaves out of the dungeon.
Since their hands and feet were shackled, and there were many of the slave master's guards around,
The slaves could only obediently follow orders, coming out one by one.
But their expressions were very numb,
They had no interest in the 'good life' the slave master spoke of that the distinguished guests might offer them.
How could slaves possibly live a good life?
Even if they were bought, it would just be moving from one hell to another, continuing to be bullied.
If they were good-looking, they might hope to be fancied by some noble or noblewoman and become a kept man.
Otherwise, they would just be used as labor, or for dangerous tasks...
Such as being sent into the arena to fight lions and powerful gladiators.
At this moment, Night also frowned as he joined the crowd,
Although he was not sure what this slave master was planning, but before getting a weapon, he did not intend to act rashly.
After walking for a while, during which their eyes were covered with cloth bags,
Not knowing how long they had walked, having already left the dungeon,
Night could sense that they had never reached the outside...
Finally—
They all stopped at a certain place.
"Alright... we've arrived, boys." The slave master's disgusting voice came to his ears.
The next moment,
The cloth bags were removed,
Night then observed their situation, standing behind a large iron gate,
Through the iron bars, they saw a horrifying sight.
It was a spacious underground plaza.
The plaza was divided into several sections,
Including a pond with visible crocodiles, pits full of venomous snakes,
And areas with burning sparks and sharp, sizzling ground stakes and knife forests,
But the most prominent was a cage in the center of the plaza.
In the cage was a tan-skinned male slave, holding a wooden weapon, looking fearfully ahead.
A group of lions surrounded his cage.
The slave continually let out terrified howls, begging the lions not to come closer.
But the lions kept advancing.
At this moment, faint laughter and cheers could be heard from above the plaza.
Looking up, Night then realized,
This was a structure similar to an indoor arena, and above them was a seating area like that in ancient Roman arenas.
The crazy laughter seemed very satisfied with the scene below,
The more terrified and pathetic the slave in the cage appeared, the louder and happier their laughter became.
Some even shouted for the lions to hurry and eat him.
These must be the so-called distinguished guests...
Seeing this scene, Night's heart grew cold.
And during hs observation,
Other slaves who had noticed the scene were also finally showing fear in their previously numb eyes, fearing that they would soon face the same fate as the person in the cage in the plaza.
For a moment, many slaves were scared to tears.
"No, no, no...
We won't be thrown into that horrible place, will we?"
"Quiet...! You pigs who waste food every day!
Without my orders, don't talk.
If I catch anyone disobeying,
They will be thrown in there to keep that guy company!" The slave master suddenly yelled angrily.
The slaves immediately quieted down, becoming as silent as cicadas in winter,
A deep fear rising in their hearts!
No one wanted to be thrown into that cage to be fed to the lions.
At this moment—
In the middle of the plaza, lions began to swipe and claw at the cage.
They seemed to be trying to break open the cage to hunt the slave inside.
The cage was nailed to the ground.
So it wasn't toppled by the lions, but it continued to make loud crashing sounds.
In the midst of the clanging, the fear in the eyes of the slave inside the cage was almost palpable.
He screamed, constantly curling up to avoid the lions from all directions.
After what seemed like an eternity of screaming,
Finally—
Seeing that the lions couldn't break in for a long time,
It seemed that as long as he stayed in the cage, he wouldn't be in danger.
It just looked terrifying.
The slave seemed to be less frightened than before.
The 'guests' above began to curse.
They didn't pay to see such a boring scene!!!
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