The world was marvelous.
Humanity was marvelous too!
On the continent of the Southern Hemisphere, the natives struggled to pile up gravel and lay sleepers beneath the lashes of whips.
The slightest careless, clumsy movement—or a dizzy spell brought on by hunger—could earn them a bullet that sent them back into the embrace of their god, turning them into supper for wild wolves in the dry roadside ditches.
Meanwhile, in the North Hemisphere, a group of young men who were clearly stronger and more powerful than them were desperately crashing into one another in pursuit of self-worth and entertainment above all else! The crowd's passion throughout the stadium was completely ignited by every successive collision! Even though the star players of both teams knew perfectly well that a collision might injure them, they still threw themselves into the clash! Because today was the opening ceremony of the Super League. Just look at those packed stadium seats!
Anyone who failed to give his all could appear in the newspapers tomorrow. Not only would his market value plummet, he might even be despised by the spectators! Even a star earning three and a half million a year did not dare relax.
He gasped heavily, bent at the waist, and lowered his center of gravity.
That way, he could accelerate faster at the start and would not be easily knocked over during a collision.
His entire body was drenched in sweat. He was already used to it! Even his hair was soaked.
Oh, right. He had no hair.
It was not that he had gone bald at a young age. They simply all preferred shaved heads. They were easier to clean and did not harbor fleas.
Sweat flowed down the contours of his face. He blinked, and the sweat dripped from his eyelashes.