Temptation

Little Fatty jumped in fright when he saw Kirk, he didn't even recognize him.

"What's wrong, big brother? I haven't seen you these past few days. You kept saying you were training, is getting your face turned into a pig's head the result of your training?" Little Fatty clicked his tongue.

"Less nonsense, is there anything going on at the cattle pen?" Since Little Fatty didn't have the ability to defeat gladiators, he could only continue to live in the cattle pen.

"Nothing's going on. Just another contractor died at the hands of a gladiator these past few days. Audi's side is quiet. mt bothers him every day, and since he can't kill mt, it's reached a stalemate."

"In one more day, it'll be the Dionysia Festival, and we'll be heading to Marseille." Kirk rubbed the swelling on his face.

"Yeah. I wonder what the arena will be like over there? What new tricks will those perverted Romans come up with to mess with us." Little Fatty was also a bit worried.

"Big brother, according to your instructions, I've used the Helen Keller Glasses to scout all the contractors this past week. Except for that Violent Dinosaur Magician, whose perception is too high and my scouting always fails, I have everyone else's information here."

Kirk opened it with great interest, discovering that Little Fatty had indeed taken it to heart. The paper contained not only everyone's height, weight, and measurements, but also their survival points, skill potential points, and base attribute points.

"Didn't I ask you to focus on scouting their base attributes and skills? What's the point of scouting their savings?" Kirk was speechless.

"Big brother, this is Arena Mode! Killing them gives bonuses! Of course, I have to scout clearly for you who the big spenders are and who the losers are," Little Fatty reasoned.

Kirk was speechless and lowered his head to examine it carefully. "How come they're all so poor? 12 contractors, and their total combined wealth is less than 20,000 points, with the highest only having 3,000 points?"

Actually, Kirk and Little Fatty didn't realize that after going through the newbie storyline adventure, they had obtained immense wealth. As soon as they entered Las Vegas, they had spent it all like blowing eggshells in the wind, wealth gone, peace of mind. Contractors who had gone through dangerous storyline worlds wouldn't foolishly hoard large amounts of savings. They would invest it all in skill upgrades, equipment purchases, and base point increases at the first opportunity, turning it into immediate combat power to confront ever-increasing risks. Those misers would only leave their vast fortunes to their enemies.

"It seems the most valuable things they have on them should be their equipment," Little Fatty's wicked thoughts resurfaced.

Just then, the trumpet call for assembly sounded. Everyone hurried to gather in the training grounds.

It turned out that the beautiful and lonely blonde lady was Illyria, gracing the gladiator training grounds once again. Little Fatty deeply regretted his usual lack of effort, lamenting that it was too late to be sad now. The blonde lady was here again to pick gladiators for the noble women's debauchery performances. Little Fatty was still a slave and wasn't even considered.

Kirk, who had been beaten into a pig's head, also stood in the gladiator ranks. He wasn't afraid of being chosen; his high Charisma of 2 instantly killed everything, and having been beaten into a pig's head by Spartacus, he had nothing to worry about.

The mistress Lucretia, playing matchmaker again, led Illyria through the gladiator ranks, introducing their various merits one by one, just like a madam introducing her top courtesans.

Kirk secretly found it amusing that even that despicable and shameless veteran cult leader stood tall and proud like a big rooster, afraid of not being chosen. It seemed this guy was also a lecher, which was quite interesting.

Kirk thought again, although Illyria was peerlessly beautiful, with so many survival points available in The Space, what kind of beauty couldn't be obtained? This bearded man was probably hatching some new scheme.

When Kirk was introduced, the madam Lucretia herself didn't know how to introduce the short, ugly, and poor otaku loser good-for-nothing pig's head in front of her. She waved her hand, signaling him to step down and not block the distinguished guest's view, causing visual pollution.

Unexpectedly, Illyria, with a half-smile, circled the pig's head man twice and actually nodded, tapping her chin, "It's him!"

The evil cult leader, confident of victory, spat out his drink. Vero, who was praying to Jupiter for protection not to be chosen, also spat out his. Even Spartacus, who was disgusted by this kind of service, laughed!

Big sister, your taste is too unique! This Kirk is as pathetic as can be. You can't possibly insult our Charisma with him.

A storm of thoughts surged in Kirk's heart. What did this stunningly beautiful woman want? Why did she pick him specifically? Should he agree?

As it turned out, he truly didn't understand women. Illyria was lonely and liked strong gladiators. However, she was still a noblewoman with great influence who needed to consider her reputation and face! No matter how open-minded Roman society was, her senator father and legion commander husband would never allow her to openly keep a male lover. When hosting noble gatherings, she would surely find the most handsome ones to feast her eyes on, just like an otaku watching AV would pick beautiful women. But now, she was finally overcome with desire and wanted to find a man to sneak home with for pleasure. The standards would be different. She knew she was a woman lacking her husband's affection and had poor self-control. If she chose a handsome man, she would surely indulge in lust and be unable to extricate herself. Over time, if this got out, her husband would fly into a rage, her family honor would be damaged, and she wouldn't fare well. If she chose an ugly man she found repulsive, as long as he could do the job in bed, she could discard him when she was done, and he certainly wouldn't be on her mind. Therefore, although her gaze had been lingering on Vero, Spartacus, and Cress, her selection criteria were reversed. The more pathetic someone was, the more she would choose him! Thus, Kirk, with his Charisma of 2, ranking last, won the grand prize.

Kirk was still in an internal struggle. Should he agree, or not? That was the question.

He couldn't agree. Her husband was Grebo, the legion commander of Rome's First Legion and auxiliary legions. Her father was the powerful and influential senator Abinus. Her family was a distinguished one that had made brilliant contributions since the founding of Rome; they were third-generation red! He absolutely couldn't agree!

Well, after such a thorough analysis, then... he should agree.

There were countless reasons not to agree, but only one reason to agree: Illyria was beautiful enough, seductive enough, and disastrous enough to the nation... No, no, the main reason... is this: she made a mistake by having such a terrible husband, didn't she? She broke up Spartacus and his wife, didn't she? Spartacus is my brother, isn't he? I should stand up for him, shouldn't I? Then I should go after my brother's enemy's wife, shouldn't I? It's only right and proper, acting on behalf of heaven, righteous and awe-inspiring, and immensely satisfying!

All the way, Kirk went through a complex mental struggle and finally decided to... ah, no, to seek revenge on the beautiful Roman lady.

When he followed Illyria into her villa, he was once again stunned.

It was a typical Roman noble villa from the Republic era, built against a mountain and facing the sea. It was entirely white, with marble as its main structure, shining brilliantly under the Mediterranean sun. The sea breeze blew gently, seagulls soared high, and the greenery in front of the courtyard spread out, neat and beautiful, full of Mediterranean charm. In today's terms, a seaside detached villa with a mountain view and private beach would cost hundreds of thousands per square meter.

Entering Illyria's luxurious room, it was filled with the decadent atmosphere of the Roman era, with carvings everywhere, statues of gods, philosophers, Roman heroes, and battle scenes. Ivy draped gracefully on the Roman columns, and water flowed from the fountains over glittering colored stones.

"How much would a seaside luxury villa like this cost?" Kirk tried to pry off a ruby used as an eye on a giant snake statue, but was glared at by a blonde maid, and he sheepishly pretended to be admiring it.

"Sit down, sit wherever you like." Illyria changed into home clothes, and Kirk almost popped his eyeballs out. The beautiful lady was wearing a snow-white silk long dress. Silk was the ultimate fashion pursuit for Roman high society at that time, and it was hard to come by even with a lot of money! Later, when "the conqueror of Gaul," Caesar, returned to Rome, he wore silk clothes to show off his wealth, looking down on and mocking all the out-of-fashion bumpkins in Rome. As a third-generation red, second-generation official, and commander's wife, Illyria naturally had the means to pursue fashion.

None of this was important. What was important was that this woman's silk dress had a deep V-neck that wet dreams were made of, revealing deep cleavage. There were no bras back then, which meant... cough cough... you know...

Her slender waist, like that of a young girl, was tightly bound by a wide, cinched ribbon, making her appear even more like a snake with a slim waist, surprisingly possessing the graceful charm of Eastern women. It further accentuated the Western beauty's advantages of ample bosom, slender waist, curvaceous hips, and long legs, making Kirk's mouth dry.

What was even more unbearable was that the form-fitting silk dress outlined the blonde beauty's hip and leg curves. As her meter-long legs swayed, her hip curves bounced and swayed beneath the hem of the skirt, making Kirk, whose willpower check was only 2 points, silently weep.

It seemed his 20-plus years of virginity were about to be lost to the evil allure of this virgin killer!

If you're going to come, then hurry up!

Dead person, why aren't you coming yet!

Kirk felt something was wrong. Blushing, he opened his eyes, and a black female slave appeared at the doorway. She was a robust "female gorilla" from the African continent, weighing 200 jin. Kirk was instantly terrified and wished he were dead.

It's fine if Illyria doesn't want to participate, but last time Vero at least got a blonde girl, and that would have been fine too. Making me go with this gorilla, I'd rather die...

It turned out Illyria was still hesitant, so she let the black female slave "unofficially" test Kirk first, as a preliminary interview and physical examination. She would then decide whether to participate based on the situation.

At the last moment, Kirk chose to fight to the death and knocked the female gorilla down with one punch, escaping. Behind him, Illyria's laughter, scolding, and the slaves' shouts and pursuit could be heard.

"Better to be shattered jade than intact tile!" Kirk thought with grief and indignation. "If jade won't let me shatter, I'll smash the tiles too!"

He darted through Grebo's villa in a mad dash. Fortunately, the villa was huge, spanning thousands of square meters with hundreds of rooms. Most of the servants stayed with Grebo in Rome year-round, leaving only a few slaves, so they couldn't catch Kirk for a while.

Seeing a library, Kirk scrambled and tumbled inside. This must have been the study and office of the male owner, Grebo, the First Legion Commander of Rome. Various parchment scrolls and maps were placed on the desk. Rome didn't have white paper back then, only parchment. Chinese papermaking was only introduced to Europe by Arabs in the Middle Ages. Kirk rummaged through everything and actually found a letter. The parchment paper was sealed with a fire seal, indicating the letter's unusual nature.