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
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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
At another important cage arena on the ship designated to the gladiators, a fierce battle was going on. This was a battle between Captain Jack, the Commander of the Camelotian fleet, and another 3rd rank high-grade soldier. During the 3rd rank high-grade soldiers training sessions, he was not too exceptional as he opted to act in a low-key manner, but no one dared to underestimate him. As the commander of a whole fleet, his strength and capability are not beans, everyone was clear on that. This was his first gladiator battle; his ring name was still Captain Jack. He was too arrogant or probably too lazy to brainstorm for a tyrannical nickname, his opponent’s ring name is Deathstroke. As soon as the battle began, he was too impatient to slowly fight a drawn-out battle as he charged forward to meet his opponent decisively. Though his
Boom!! The hermit didn’t relent, as he ended the combo with a horizontal slash with both his swords. Emily barely blocked the blow with her swords as she lost her footing, staggering and falling back. With added force from her opponent, she was slammed down on the floor as strength finally faded away from her body. She felt weak all over and was now dizzy. “Is this it? Am I dying here?” She couldn’t help but ask herself inwardly, as tears rolled down her eyes. She never wanted to be a gladiator, but this was not a choice that she could make. This is how this age is. She could not help but feel boundless hatred as her thoughts continued unrestrainedly. “Mom, Dad, why did you give birth to me in this era?” The strong survive and make use of the weak as chess pieces and sources of entertainment. She knew that at this age, the one with the biggest fist speaks, but she was still indignant. Why was she born in this age of cruelty? Why did sh
After a week of treatment, Emily was finally discharged. She came to meet her friends, looking energetic as usual. During this week that she stayed in the medical bay, Henry fought his second battle. It was not as dramatic as hers though. He won after a drawn-out battle of attrition. Forget about his lack of self-confidence, he was still one of the best on the ship. His lack of confidence is because of the steep requirement of only 5 survivors. … It was already 3 months since the tournament began, today is Clark’s 2nd battle fixture. His opponent this time is Excalibur. The fight was without suspense as he completely crushed his opponent. After some time, Emily and Henry also had their 3rd tournament battle. They both fought against weaker opponents and won after putting in some effort. The main highlight of these recent battles was The Emperor’s 3rd battle, which he fought against Jian Wushaung. Jian Wushaung, the name sounded ridicul
After returning, Clark went back straight to his room. His 2 friends were already there to welcome and congratulate him. “Clark, you are so fierce. Damn, that was intense”. Henry exclaimed exaggeratedly as soon as he saw him. “I can’t believe you abandoned your weapons to finish the battle with your fists, that’s completely tyrannical”. Henry kept on heaping praise on him which finally made him smile a little, earning a burst of laughter from Emily. “Hahaha, you only know when to smile when praises are heaped on you right?” She asked in a slightly accusing tone. “…” Clark was left speechless. “Can’t you allow me to enjoy my glory for once?” He could only cough a little to hide his awkwardness, as black lines already covered his face. … For the rest of the day, talks of how the stranded dragon demolished the trickster became the talk of the day. Clark didn’t know of all these, nor did he pay attention as he already returned to h