Iris was wearing her usual garb and standing in a small bathroom. She sighed as she glanced down at the zero on the back of her left hand. Then she put her glove back on and started looking around. Continue reading
The Arena’s lobby was still filled with plenty of people when Iris came back. That massive hologram in the center of the room was displaying a battle royale between twenty different gladiators. However, the sands had huge stones all over the place, which the fighters were using as cover. The rules allowed relatively weak firearms and ammunition. Although melee weapons weren’t prohibited, it was meant to mostly be long ranged warfare. Continue reading
First she checked out Arcane, since that was at the top of the list. Continue reading
“No way~… Dude~, you’re really lucky. Compulsion is a super-expensive and really rare Power bro. Most people can’t even learn it in the first place, ya know?” That was the first thing the lizardman said after Iris walked up to the counter. Continue reading
“Alright! That’s enough for now! You bastards can pick up your payment at the front desks! As for the slaves who survived… You’ve earned your freedom now. Become gladiators or go back to your homeworld, I don’t give a flying fuck either way.” Continue reading
Here’s the Table of Contents for chapter 2. Continue reading
Steve was continuously slamming his face against the floor, as Iris glared down at the back of his head. Once he finally lost consciousness, she gently pressed the heel of her sneaker against the back of his neck. With a sudden stomp, the huge bulky body started spasming uncontrollably. Continue reading
Once the man’s corpse was removed from the small circular stage, an announcement came through the intercom in the waiting room. “Iris Angelica Healy, please enter the Fighting Pits now. Your match is about to start.” Continue reading
Once someone becomes a gladiator, their score is reset. The videos of their wins and losses still remained out there, but they weren’t counted on the official record. However, she hadn’t killed or died so many times that she would be able to forget. It hadn’t even been that long since the last time she was in Hell either. Continue reading
“Ah, a fuckin noob! What the hell are ya waiting around for! Get over here, ya ginger cunt!” Although she had been guided many times before as a slave, she never entered the Fighting Pits as a gladiator. Thus, she was a little surprised that the receptionist was talking to her the moment she entered the gates. Continue reading
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