After entering the Giant Axe Secret Realm through a Power Angel supervisor at the Giant Axe Coliseum, I continued following the clues. In the end, the profit channels from this slave trade all converged in Grinding Wheel Venerable's accounts.
Grinding Wheel Venerable was an ordinary Universe Venerable. Seeing the members of various races who had been reduced to slaves along the way, I felt the urge to capture him on the spot and question the Giant Axe Coliseum.
Ask them why they condoned their members committing such atrocities, why they had become a place that sheltered filth and corruption. But the Wisdom Angel's talent kept me calm at all times. I planned to withdraw first and gather the leaders of the various branches within the race to thoroughly discuss what to do next.
But just then, Grinding Wheel Venerable, who had seemed completely unaware, suddenly launched an attack at the space where I was hiding. Though I was puzzled that my concealment methods could not possibly have been seen through by an ordinary Venerable, the attack was about to strike me. I could not simply sit and wait for death. As for being exposed—what a joke. It was not as though I had been doing anything shameful. The one who should have been afraid was him!
Thus, I began fighting Grinding Wheel Venerable. In truth, I was not skilled in battle. Within the race, I spent my years buried in work and affairs. The fact that I could fight him without falling behind was only because my comprehension of the laws ran deeper than his.
But I was not panicked in the slightest. Once the commotion grew large enough, the upper echelons of the Giant Axe Coliseum would definitely investigate the matter to the bottom of it. This hollow-eyed fellow