On the circus arena dyed gray,
Gluttony. Graton's condition grew worse by the moment. Vast amounts of blood splashed across the ground. Not only was his abdomen riddled with bloody holes—even his back and the back of his head had been smashed through by fists.
Yet he felt no loss of vitality. Whether he was losing his life force or would die, he simply did not care. He had even forgotten who he was and why he was standing here amid the gray.
But as Graton slowly raised his head and his gaze passed over Marquis Enwei, his teammate in this battle, he could not remember who the man was at all.
His rising gaze finally landed on the Emperor in the stands,
When he suddenly caught a trace of blood in the air, a faint "clamor" also rang out beside his utterly silent ears.
It sounded like people conversing, like a distant voice lost deep within his memories.
"Emperor, this is the one... A bloodfolk abandoned as an infant in a neutral city, raised by a local slave owner. Later, because his appetite was too great, the slave owner abandoned him in the Ruins of Rotten Flesh to fend for himself.
"Yet not only did the boy survive, he also ate a considerable portion of the rotten-flesh creatures throughout the ruins. Now, the Rotten Flesh that are extremely dangerous to Normal Diseased flee far away whenever they see him, as though they had encountered the god of pestilence.
"A passing merchant caravan later discovered him. They intended to capture him alive and sell him for a high price, but the entire caravan was eaten instead.
"Our scouts discovered him because of the intense smell of blood. Preliminary testing revealed that the concentration of his blood plague was far higher