Erotic

The situation rapidly spiraled out of control. The captured Contractors had witnessed the cult leader disembowel their brothers and carve out their hearts, collecting them in an atrocity so horrifying it made their eyes split with rage. Their hatred ran as deep as the sea, and now that they had regained their freedom, they erupted like volcanoes, charging the cult leader with full force. The Muslim Brotherhood had always been tightly united. They drew gleaming Damascus sabers or AK47 and AK74 assault rifles and unleashed a fierce barrage at the cult leader.

The most outrageous was the terrorist tycoon Uncle. Having trusted too easily and been deceived by the American cult leader, he had watched two Muslim brothers have their hearts dug out. Old and new grudges flooded his mind at once. He let out a grief-stricken roar and actually pulled out an RPG-07 Stinger Missile, aiming it at the cult leader!

"Uncle! Isn't that a little overboard?" Kirk shouted, hurriedly forcing Little Fatty to the ground.

Little Fatty cried out, "Has World War Three finally started?"

The cult leader seethed with hatred. He had truly been careless and let disaster strike. These little bastards still dared to resist? If he had not wanted to curry favor with Bartitas, intimidate the Contractors, and pave the way for his next plan, he would have personally disemboweled all twelve Contractors and dug out their hearts last night. Yet now, they had somehow broken free of their ropes and begun fighting back.

If only I'd known... Hmph!

To make everyone witness the punishment for escape, Bartitas had ordered all thirty gladiators to gather here. When he saw the slaves break free of their ropes, Bartitas gave a cold laugh, and the gladiators drew their weapons and charged in.

A large-scale melee erupted.

Uncle's RPG was apparently a powerful one-use item acquired from another world. Once fired, it triggered an enormous explosion, even sending up a mushroom cloud. Several gladiators were blown directly into chunks. But Audi, the primary target, had somehow vanished from the middle of the field. When they saw him again, he was already standing on a rooftop fifty meters away. Judging by his gritted teeth, he had likely used a precious life-saving trump card similar to a Teleport Scroll. Such an item naturally came at a steep price.

Kirk had been watching Spartacus the entire time. He still held the wooden practice sword from earlier, but his movements flowed as smoothly as clouds and water. It seemed that after every swing, he had already planned all possible responses for the next five strikes. This was no longer training, but a battle of life and death. Spartacus no longer held back. In just a few swift moves, a Contractor died with his eyes still open, his head flying away.

The great melee—no, it was really a great slaughter—ended quickly. Contractors' heads littered the ground amid a scene of death and devastation. The Muslim Brotherhood had been completely wiped out.

To everyone's astonishment, Ben Laden actually had another life-saving move. He smashed a metal flask viciously onto the ground. After it shattered, it summoned a wind genie resembling the genie from Aladdin's lamp, which carried him swiftly into the blue sky. Amid venomous curses directed at the cult leader, he vanished beyond the horizon.

Bartitas's face turned livid as he flew into a furious rage. Audi was even more frantic. He had planned everything perfectly: slaughter all twelve Contractors, reap rich rewards, and, more importantly, obtain those fresh, beating Contractor hearts.

However, most of the Contractors had died at the hands of gladiators. Aside from the guaranteed drops of [Valuable Item] [Soul Crystal] (Fragment), they could not drop Bloody Keys. Since Audi had not killed them personally, he could not recover their hearts either. It was a tremendous waste. Audi had only killed three Contractors, and Uncle had even escaped. Fortunately, he had still collected eleven [Valuable Item] [Soul Crystal] (Fragment)s, enough to make a fortune.

Expressionless, Bartitas ordered the slaves to drag away the bodies of the eleven dead Contractors to feed the dogs. He then warned the remaining fifteen Contractors to remember this lesson: the consequences of escape were incomparably miserable. Then he leisurely returned to the villa. Audi licked his bloodstained hands and made a perverted face at the Contractors before returning to his newly assigned quarters. Having become a gladiator, he naturally would no longer live in the cattle shed.

The Contractors returned to the cattle shed looking battered and miserable, keeping their distance from one another. Bearded Audi's betrayal and the tragic deaths of eleven Contractors had given everyone a perfect demonstration of the terrible consequences of trusting too easily.

Thus, the night passed beneath the wary gazes the Contractors cast at one another.

In just two days, thirteen had died, one had betrayed them, and one had escaped. Only fifteen remained. Who could still trust whom?

Early the next morning, the Contractors were awakened by whips once again. When they arrived at the training grounds, they saw an absolutely adults-only scene!

All the gladiators stood in a row. Led by Lucretia, Batista's wife, a group of elegantly dressed, voluptuous noblewomen inspected the gladiators, selecting among them as though shopping. They giggled, striking seductive poses and teasing the handsome, muscular men. The youngest and most beautiful among the blonde ladies was Illyria, the spoiled and selfish daughter of Senator Abinus and the wife of Legion Commander Glaber. Like all Roman noblewomen, she found Capua lonely and boring, so she indulged in the sights and pleasures of the gladiatorial arena in search of excitement.

After the Roman ladies picked through them like middle-aged women shopping at a supermarket in later generations, Vero, a handsome blonde man with the bearing of the Roman gods, stood at the front of the line with a helpless expression.

The beautiful women whispered among themselves for a while, then gathered around Illyria and broke into coquettish laughter. They summoned a blonde maid and ordered her to begin humanity's most primitive activity with Vero.

Vero, unwilling to be raped by the beautiful blonde girl, struggled fiercely, protesting that gladiators had dignity too, that his dignity could not be insulted.

Little Fatty drooled beside them, hopping anxiously and shouting, "Big Brother Vero, this fatty is coming to save you! Your virginity is valuable, so I'm willing to be raped by that beautiful blonde girl in your place! It'd be even better if that whole group of lovely ladies came together—I'll show them how strong a Contractor's digitized body is! As Buddha said: if I do not enter hell, then who will enter hell..." Before he could finish, Kirk slapped him down.

Then the adults-only scene truly began. A long table had been set up on the grass outside. The beautiful blonde girl lay across it with seductive eyes. Rather than intimately engaging with those bloated old senators, she was more than willing to do so with the handsome blonde gladiator. Under his mistress Lucretia's orders, the helpless Vero climbed onto the table behind her and began the ritual of human reproduction...

Little Fatty continued hopping about. "You're so clumsy! Are you a virgin? Is that how you do it? How can it be like this? The Space, readers—no, viewers—are extremely dissatisfied! They strongly demand a new Protagonist! Let Fatty show you how it's done..."

The Female Magician in white robes beside him was already deeply displeased by this primitive, obscene scene. Hearing Little Fatty's shameless lewd chatter, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed. A Level 2 Transmutation Spell, [Seven-Colored Ball], burst from her fingers in an instant. Seven magic spheres of different colors shot straight toward Little Fatty's crotch.

"Mother of—!" Little Fatty had been getting worked up by the live erotic spectacle, but he never expected the woman beside him to attack directly. He jolted upright, but it was useless. All seven colored balls struck him, inflicting seven negative statuses: [Electrocution], [Petrification], [Paralysis], [Immobilization], [Bleeding], [Freezing], and [Burning]. Little Fatty's already engorged little brother immediately experienced the ecstasy of seven layers of ice and fire that Mortals could scarcely endure, leaving him numb on the spot.

Even more tragically, Little Fatty did not dare touch his precious little brother, which had become half roasted sausage, half popsicle, bleeding at the front and turning to stone at the back. If he accidentally broke it, that would truly be a tragedy.

Fortunately, the woman had merely punished Little Fatty. [Seven-Colored Ball] was a Level 2 Spell and not very powerful, so the Abnormal Status effects would soon wear off. Still, the fact that she could instantly cast a Level 2 Spell displayed her deep magical foundation. Like MT, she had chosen not to join any team, evidently because she had absolute confidence in her own strength.

After suffering such a devastating blow, Little Fatty no longer dared speak rudely to the woman. His eyes rolled as he mysteriously leaned toward Kirk. "Big brother, is this really the world of [Gladiator]?"

"Isn't it?" Kirk asked.

"I seriously suspect that when the Space teleported us, it might have casually opened the hidden folder containing H-Version Gladiator. Just like me, it probably likes keeping the official version and the H-version together for comparison. Their names differ by only two words, but their contents are worlds apart." Little Fatty was extremely pleased with his discovery.

Kirk could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

"Woodpecker Company—quality guaranteed!" Seeing Kirk laugh, Little Fatty got even more carried away. "My favorite part is when the three beautiful female slaves are taken into a tent by the Roman generals all at once. Watching that, I... Aaaah!!!"

Little Fatty was in the middle of spouting nonsense when the Female Magician directly blasted him with a Level 3 Spell, [Lesser Fireball Spell]. His petrified little brother was blown to pieces once again...

Tears streaming down his face, Little Fatty squatted on the ground and comforted his crippled little brother. Luckily, a Contractor could repair their body upon returning to the Space. Otherwise, Little Fatty would never again be able to appreciate any Woodpecker Company products.

At this time, poor Vero was suffering just as much. To satisfy the erotic viewing desires of the unsatisfied, empty, lonely, and stunningly beautiful ladies represented by Illyria, Vero had no choice but to perform again and again. The ordeal had turned his face pale. They said lust was a blade hanging over one's head—even gladiator Vero could not withstand it.

Only after watching for a long while did the women finally leave the training camp, chatting in satisfaction. Kirk watched Illyria, surrounded by the other women, and studied her carefully. This blonde beauty was empty and lonely, yet possessed influence that could not be underestimated. She was a strategic piece. Deep in thought, he looked into the distance, where Audi was also staring fixedly at Illyria's alluring retreating figure.

It seemed he was not the only one eyeing this juicy prize. Kirk sneered.