In the gloomy cave, Strangle had turned into a black fan and was fanning its host, while Su Ming insisted on dragging Monark into some kind of football game. The two leaned against the rock walls on opposite sides of the cave, tossing a Cave Fruit back and forth.
The skeletons of Gorr's people stood around with nothing to do, their bony heads swaying from side to side with the fruit's movement, their teeth grinding with creaks.
Monark felt somewhat guilty. Every time he caught or threw the ball, he would glance at them, as if he could not bear their hateful stares.
"What exactly are we waiting for?" He held the Cave Fruit without passing it, asking Su Ming with a numb expression, "Although voodoo was the magic I used most often in the past, I still wouldn't play with the dead like you do."
It was clear that Cave Fruit had been these dead people's obsession in life. Even though they could no longer eat after death, they still stared at it.
Su Ming waved, signaling for Monark to hurry up and throw the fruit over. This thing felt good in the hand and was sturdy besides. Maybe he had discovered a new market for it.
Jason had always wanted to make the Spartans stronger, but they had lived in comfort for too long. They preferred culture and tourism, and turning them into an iron-blooded powerhouse in a short time was probably impossible.
But if he introduced a competitive sport similar to football, with grand tournaments, then this kind of sport full of physical collisions would gradually change the atmosphere of their society.
Not bad. Another selling point. This fruit could not only be displayed, but used for games as well.
"That's because whenever you used voodoo, the