At this moment of truth, Clark felt really conflicted, he was not able to make decisive moves the way it was expected from a soldier like him. His military mind told him to just silence him quickly, then get on the run again, but he could not.
After opening his eyes, he looked directly at Eminem as they engaged in a ridiculous staring contest to see who was stronger-willed.
“Hmmm”. He suddenly sighed as his shoulders slumped down. Eminem was already more than a stranger to him; his conscience could not validate his reasoning to kill someone who he already regarded as his friend. He valued friendship.
He just couldn’t bear the thought of killing this familiar face, just because it was convenient for him. His energy reserves disappeared mysteriously, he felt weak all of a sudden.
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After what seemed like forever, Clark finally woke up again. He opened his eyes again only to experience the already familiar feelings of pain and fatigue overwhelm him both mentally and physically. This was his third day drifting aimlessly in the sea, without any idea of where he was and how to get back home. During the first time that he woke up after he fainted, he already removed all the bullets that were lodged into his body from the battle, with his dagger. If not, he would already be a dead man with them still in his body. For 3 days now, he had not eaten as he didn’t have food. Though he was currently in the sea, he could not still eat as he didn’t even have the strength to stand up to kill fish for food. The repercussions of him overexerting his body were now coming back to hit him hard, as he always felt like his head was
As Clark was brought to the highest part of the ship, his vision broadened as he was finally able to get a lot of other details about this warship and the people residing in it. His speculation was verified, as he discovered that this was a seafaring fleet consisting of 3 enormous and well-armored warships. He also noticed that the warship he was currently on was the biggest of all 3 ships. He noticed another very important detail, due to his keen observation. The warships were all glaringly damaged in some places, bringing him to the conclusion that they probably engaged in a fierce battle not long ago. “With so much damage incurred, this shows that this fleet probably consisted of more than 3 ships before”. He thought in silence while following the doctors robotically. Knock! Knock! The leader of the doctors advanced forward to k
Clark woke up when it was already dark that day, feeling weird. He felt like he was a new product that was just given a nice new brand, that was worthy of his identity. He felt as energetic as a beast. His nice dream did a good job in elevating his mood significantly, prompting him to go out of the hall to see the night sky. As it was already nighttime, no one was disturbed by his silent movements. On stepping outside, the stars, moon, and all the other bodies illuminating the boundless heavens brought a bright smile to his vibrant face. The shining stars just beautified the sky even more in a unique way. As he enjoyed the amazing view and the calming sensation that it brought, he finally started noticing the changes in his body. As he got himself soaked in the fresh night air, his brain activity mysteriously picked up by itself. “
Tides rose and fell, winds stirred and calmed as the Camelotian fleet continued sailing across the calm sea while enjoying the bath of the blue sky filled with white clouds. It was now already over a month since the fleet started their journey after undergoing repairs. During this time, they were lucky as they didn’t encounter any other hostile fleets and forces. The ship’s scanners also haven’t detected any place with a high concentration of exotics yet, so they practically just sailed aimlessly without a specific direction. Clark felt homesick living in a strange unknown ship where he was treated like shit, but he persevered, restraining his longing, as a beggar was simply not a chooser. It felt to him like the days were being rolled over like book pages, as another week quickly elapsed. The fleet finally stopped after so long, as their scanners detected a location under the sea with a high concentration of exotics. This was Clark’s first ti
Due to the trepidation that filled his heart, Clark became meek all of a sudden as he sat down quietly at a corner. The hall was completely quiet like a graveyard, as every soldier kept to his business. After waiting for some hours like this, Clark and the Camelotian soldiers were finally taken from the others to another place on the ship. Their new location was built to look like a hospital, the background was painted in sparkling white, and the people they saw there were also on white uniforms. They did not know what happened next, as after intimidation from their captor high-grade soldiers to tame their impulses, they were forcibly knocked unconscious after receiving some weird injections. The Camelotian soldiers also cooperated, as they already came to the fact that they were now captives of another fleet. … &nb
A year quickly passed like the wind, as the higher-ups of the Roman Empire fleet finally started plans for their gladiators. After so long of high-intensity training, the anticipated and dreaded elimination round began. During Clark’s time training in the ship, he forfeited making friends as he was sure that 99.9% of them were going to die by the time the tournament is over, if not 100% of them. That was how deadly of a situation he was in. Despite this fact, he was still a human, in the end, he became closer to 2 people than all the others. They could not be considered bosom friends, but they were close. His 2 new companions were a boy and a girl, Emily and Henry, a perfect combination to curb his yearlong boredom. “Clark, I know you’ll probably blast through this elimination phase”. Emily joked to liven the atmosphere between the
From the next day onwards, just like a switch indicating excitement and death was ignited, the battles continued. Gladiators died while others shined, using the death of their opponents as stepping stones to glory. It was cruel, but in here, all the gladiators were no longer in control of their fate. It’s either you win by fighting to the best of your ability or die trying. It's either you’re the survivor or the dead. As the tournament progressed, a lot of hidden masters started appearing as predicted, making the elimination phase a lot more dangerous and unpredictable. After standing at the sides and watching others duke it out for about a week, the dice finally rolled to Clark’s small circle of companions. It was now the day of Emily’s first battle. Clark and Henry both wished her luck before leaving her to go on stage. This was the best that they could do, the ball was on her court,
As the bloody days of the elimination round passed like the wind, the day of another highly anticipated battle finally came. This time, it was between the Stranded dragon and the mad man. The mad man, Clark had no idea why his opponent gave himself such a weirdly controversial name, but he was prepared to put in his all to win this battle. It may be that his opponent was trying to use the name as a form of reverse psychology manipulation and to perform weird tactics, but he didn’t care. As long as he trained hard and was strong enough, no obstacle was insurmountable. “Ladies and gentlemen, grab your popcorns and tighten your seat belts because today is the first day that we’ll witness one of the best performers in training fight his first gladiator battle”. &n