Light Spirit Epic Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Trapped in Hell

When he noticed, everything was taken away.

Happiness, pain, sadness, fear, home, friends, loved ones; everything was lost.

The only thing left was anger, an impulse and rage to destroy everything.

Nothing became important anymore. Alive, just stay alive.

———- Every day, he strived to live while dying within.

How can one bear this?

Within his nightmare, the Great Diety….Kama (Destiny) appeared in front of the eyes of Arthur.

The deity did not move, the deity did not speak.

—— The deity had 8 billion arms, each arm was holding a very sharp blade capable to instantly cut human flesh into powder. Flames were raging on each blade burning furiously at 100 million degrees, able to burn the spirit and soul into ashes.

The deity looked down on all beings, cold and arrogant.

—— The deity was hundreds of feet high and can grow taller. Just a single finger can squash a person a thousand times; a single breath was enough to sweep a person thousands of miles away.

Standing in front of the deity, Arthur was weak just like an ant.

The deity waved his hand, and smashed downwards. Arthur dodged. Still, he was blasted dozens of yards away from the photon storm raised by the giant blade.

The deity waved another hand and a blade sliced through the surrounding air. Arthur leaped upwards and the giant blade swept under his feet; the blazing heat nearly touched him.

At the same time, the deity slashed his 8 billion arms downwards. Simultaneously, blades fell like raindrops and covered the sky and earth with an overwhelming blazing fire.

The youth tumbled, dodged, and frantically fled towards the cracks of the emblazing sword rain to survive. His speed was quick and agile like lightning and was able to dance between the storm of death as if he had already experienced this battle millions of times before.

The heat of the flames can not scorch him, the very sharp blades can not fool him, his strength came from the fortitude of his soul.

However, people are just human beings afterall.

No matter how strong, humans are always weak. No matter how strong, human can not match up to a deity.

Not mentioning any methods to retaliate, it was impossible to keep evading the deity's attack.

The battle had lasted for tens of seconds, but it felt like a century. After dodging tens of thousands of attacks, a minor mistake brought about his downfall.

The blade smashed his arm and shattered his leg. He instantly lost his mobility eventually, even his body was pulverized into pieces.

Once again, the deity waved his flaming giant blades and…… all came to an end.

The raging flames did not leave any embers. The youth, even his soul was burnt without a trace.

He failed the challenge once again. Once more, his spirit reincarnated in the universe. —— He knew he would meet the deity's face again.

How long would you keep challenging me, stupid human?

You are so small, so weak, so ignorant, so stupid, always struggling at the very bottom of this world! It has been your fate to be trampled beneath by a foot! Why continue to resist?

——- Do you still not understand? All of this is in vain!!!

When Arthur woke up in the morning, he found himself aboard a boat. His body was still so sore and painful due to yesterday's battle, and the boat's shaking movements gave him the urge to vomit.

"Hmmm?" As he felt that his hands were tied up, he knew he was in for a bad moment.

"Oh, your awake?" Said a masked man rowing on the boat, "Do you know the situation you're in right now?"

"Tell me." The youth Arthur asked weakly, he forcefully skewed his body upwards in order to sit on the boat, tying to see the surroundings.

A heavy, misty fog blanketed the area where a wooden little boat was sailing above the surface of a lake. The water was calm as a mirror. Only the boat was causing little waves that skimp outwards. However, Arthur only felt the chilling cold, but he can’t feel the dampness of the heavy mist. He had the slightest feeling of being distorted from reality itself.

The masked man was dressed in a back robe carrying a huge black blag. The huge figure looked like an executioner and also somewhat of a peddler.

As Arthur observed the masked man, the man was also observing the youth's face. He stared for a moment before slowly saying, "You are quite calm kid. Don't you know you have been sold by your master?"

"…….this is indeed the style of Richard to the things he can not destroy." Arthur pretended to be indifferent, but he can not cover his fuming anger. The knight bought the youth as a slave, now he  had sold the youth to somewhere else.

Arthur's life was doomed to death. After a disaster was over, his life seemed to be bogged in another one.

——– What a wonderful life.

"Even if you are a slave redeemed by the Knight Squad's Welfare System, that does not mean you can casually turn against your master." The masked man insidiously laughed, "I advise you to abide by your master even if you treated like a dog next time…………but you probably won't have a next time."

"You are not going ot kill me, are you? Killing a useless person like me does not mean anything at all." Arthur asked tentatively.

He tried to break free from the rope that bound him, but in vain. The rope was tied in a very professional manner that even his hands can not move for a bit.

Laughters came ringing outwards from beneath the mask of the man, he had already saw through Arthur's efforts to distract him. "Kill you? No——-but, you will not live for long. Only one out of ten heads can remain above the body within that arena."

"Arena?"

"Ah, we have arrived. " As the masked person finished, the fog around them slowly dispersed, and a familiar scene reflected in the eyes of the youth.

Ragged ominous rocks compose the island which towered in the sea like an outstretched claws facing towards the sky.

A huge, shabby, lifeless tower stood in the middle of the island. Its city walls were covered with strange markings and its solemn sight seemed to be hiding the darkness of death.

Such an island, such a building; it was of no doubt that this place remained hidden from the world. Arthur instantly understood, that mist was a magic masterpiece. Only when the boat was close enough that the mist will disperse and the eerie scene will appear in front of the visitors.

"…..the magic disappeared? Is it necessary to conceal with such magic?" Arthur couldn’t help but ask.

"Huh, kid know quite a lot, but, you probably do not know this. The magic in here is natural and had already existed since billion of years ago. This is the viewing platform where deities watch human beings fight each other for entertainment. This is the Battle Amphitheater (Langridore), the bloody hell of the gladiators."

"So…..no wonder I smell the reeking scent of blood." Arthur whispered softly.

Suddenly, the masked man covered Arthur's face with an enchanted handkerchief. The youth did not struggle, he can not struggle. Then, he lost consciousness.

Hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness, Arthur vaguely understood the destiny he was about to face.

Chapter end