The Rescue

She now feels that she should be able to leave this area.

"Try teleporting, leave this Bubble World for a bit, and then come back in from another place."

After a few attempts, the signal was finally established.

In a flash, she was summoned by Amia and returned through the Dream World. This time, after entering the Colored Bubble, she chose a place in the distance and successfully descended.

What comes into view is a somewhat rustic-looking ancient town.

The style should be Western.

Although it was much brighter than the places where the demons were, it was still relatively dark overall.

"A depressing art style."

She quickly glanced at what was above her head and then turned her attention to her surroundings.

They then realized that their location seemed to be an open-air... arena?

There were quite a few spectators sitting around.

Miss World No. 11 stood on a circular pattern... similar to an array.

Standing before me was a girl with a blank expression, clutching an iron sword.

The girl was wearing a tattered and very loose set of clothes.

He looks... a bit like a beggar? Or perhaps a slave?

Miss World Number 11 paused for a moment, then her Mystic Thread quickly swept across the area and discovered another, even more shocked person standing a few dozen meters behind her.

It was a male soldier, wearing simple armor, his arms exposed, holding a small round shield and a sturdy spear in his hands.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning just happened to rip through the dark, cloud-covered sky, followed by a rumble of thunder.

At this moment, Miss World No. 11 learned what had happened through the Mystic Thread.

She... was summoned.

Yes, the one who summoned her was the girl in front of her.

The girl is a slave; she must defeat the soldiers in front of her to gain her freedom.

Otherwise, like many other slaves, they would be dragged to the front lines and become tools for the soldiers to vent their frustrations.

In fact, winning five consecutive matches in the Arena grants a free agent; this was a rule established by Licasar long ago.

However, to date, fewer than 100 people have escaped slavery in this way.

Most of them are male.

The losers either suffer serious injuries or die.

Many slave girls like her did not have the courage to come up and fight.

Because an ordinary girl could not possibly defeat her opponent.

But the girl in front of me was not willing to accept this.

She had heard from her fellow slave trainees about the misery of life outside the camp from a young age; many girls had been tortured to the point of mental breakdown by their slave owners.

But the worst off were the soldiers.

Overwhelmed with fear, she mustered her courage and chose to enter the Arena this year, the final year of her slave training and just before the start of the competitive tournament.

"You want to go up and fight? That's interesting. Among this group of female slaves, you are the most beautiful. You can sell yourself to a nobleman and serve him well. Maybe you won't be worse off than you are now."

The female officer in charge of training immediately lifted her chin, as if she were looking at a product.

Immediately afterward, another female official said, "It's rare to find one so beautiful. Sending her to the Arena, and if she loses, she can be chosen by those important figures. Perhaps it will please them. Wouldn't that be a good idea?"

"Maybe we can give it a try."

And so, her fate was sealed.

She was chosen as a high-ranking slave simply because of her looks and was forced to learn several spells.

Those spells were actually very simple, designed specifically to please their masters.

But at that time, the studious girl learned summoning and dust-generating spells from a book that had been carelessly discarded by someone else. These became her only means of combat.

But to everyone's surprise, the dust-raising technique failed as soon as the battle began.

What's the point of throwing a bunch of sand at me?

It's truly pathetic; even the worst mage apprentice couldn't possibly use the Dust Spell so poorly.

This tactic did not produce any blinding effect whatsoever.

"I... I also know summoning magic."

As the soldier raised his shield, preparing to knock her to the ground, the little slave girl mustered her courage and shouted.

"Summoning spell, haha, you don't mean to summon a blond puppy, do you?"

Not only the soldier, but the audience also burst into laughter.

Is summoning magic very powerful?

In another world, the answer to this question might be a simple "Yes!"

But summoning spells are actually pretty weak here.

It is said that they can only communicate with creatures in a specific space, and this requires paying a considerable price in mental energy. Often, when they finally arrive in reality, their fighting ability is not much different from that of ordinary cats and dogs.

Therefore, the real function of summoned beasts is basically to act as cute pets or to restrain enemies in battle.

Summoning spells are used in battle, but what good is it if someone as weak as this little female slave manages to summon successfully?

Rather than worrying, the audience will only be excited by such a beautiful female slave fighting for freedom.

No one wanted this female slave to win.

Especially the men present.

In their view, the girl should be brutally knocked down, her clothes roughly torn off, and she should kneel on the ground begging for mercy. Then, under the excited gazes of countless people, she should be treated roughly until she cries. This kind of scene is the most exciting part of the performance.

Everyone was excitedly shouting, hoping the soldier would teach the girl a lesson.

Of course, there's also a hope that the girl will perform better.

But in the end, it's all just about seeking thrills.

Who wins and who loses isn't predetermined, is it?

That's all...

The slave girl activated a summoning spell.

A mysterious pattern took shape before my eyes.

Originally... she could sense that she had communicated with the weak beings in that target world.

But at the very last moment, the power of communication vanished, and instead, an even more bizarre entity, seemingly from a more distant place, was suddenly drawn by the power.

The creatures I tried to attract through my efforts to communicate were immediately rejected.

But the new one took the initiative to cross the void and descend into this world.

Cracks appeared, just as a downpour was about to begin. Coupled with the thunder and lightning in the sky, the scene seemed to transform into some kind of miracle.

Everyone watched the scene with anticipation, eager to know what kind of creature this adorable female slave could summon.

After all, everyone is full of curiosity about the creatures in that time and space.

Result...

No one expected that the person standing there at that moment would be a stunningly beautiful young woman.

Many nobles were completely stunned the moment they saw her.

For this era, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Miss World No. 11's appearance was a national disgrace.

She was dressed in standard black, with a black short skirt and tights, an outfit that made many people feel as if their aesthetic sense had been reshaped.

Miss World No. 11 took a serious look at the female slave in front of her.

She was a little nervous, and her appearance was quite pleasing to the eye, with a pitiful air about her, but not to the extent that of Cherry.

Turning around, his gaze fell on the soldier opposite him.

"Hmm, I see."

Miss World found out that she was supposed to be randomly assigned to another location, but this girl's summoning spell created a similar pulling effect.

In any case, since I'm here and I don't feel any aversion to this poor little girl, I might as well help her.

After all...

The people present were really not very strong; there wasn't even one who was ready for promotion.

At this moment, a rather long silence fell over the scene.

Until one of the men in charge of the battle exclaimed in surprise.

"My God, she summoned a person! That slave girl summoned a person!!"

A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd.

The peace was broken.

"How is that possible? Isn't that world full of ordinary monsters? Why would humans appear?"

"Unbelievable, this girl is so beautiful, she's not an ordinary human being, she's taking my breath away."

"It's simply a miracle."

Both men and women were exclaiming in surprise.

The soldier opposite him slowly came to his senses.

Only by standing at such close range can one truly appreciate the perfection and sanctity of this young woman.

"You... you came from that world, summoned out..." He swallowed hard and asked incredulously.

Miss World No. 11 didn't bother to answer. She reached for her waist and with a whoosh, drew a sharp long blade.

The sharp blade sliced through the air, leaving a long trail on the ground.

"Should we... kill him?" Miss World Number 11 asked, addressing the slave girl who had summoned her.

Chapter 152 Rescue

The slave girl was completely dumbfounded.

She was somewhat scared.

Not to mention, she has never received this much attention before.

Those powerful figures who were usually high and mighty and could trample on her at will were now staring at her in shock, like statues.

Although she understood that these people were actually focused on the black-haired girl who had been summoned in front of them.

But this couldn't hide her fear.

Should we kill him?

She actually asked that?

According to the rules of the Arena, the battle is not a matter of life or death.

In other words, it's permissible to kill.

Without a doubt, if it weren't for those despicable nobles wanting to sell her for money, and if she weren't so beautiful that she could become a tool for others to vent their desires, she would have been killed here without hesitation.

But... is it really possible to kill him?

If I really did that, the nobles would definitely not let me off the hook, right?

I know your answer.