GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

The magic teacher shook his head. He said hysterically, "I can't accept death yet. I am still young. You two are old so you can die. I still have a lot to live for."

The martial teacher scoffed. "It doesn't matter that we are old. You're going to die the same as us. There are no two ways about it. All he did was eat and eat. His chances of survival were already low at 1 in 256 but he reduced it further to 1 in 1,000. We are all doomed."

The history teacher nodded in agreement and said, "I think he knew that. That's why he didn't bother to train at all. He only had 3 months of preparation while some lucky ones had 11 months. What could he achieve in that time?"

"So he just decided to give up?" The magic teacher asked incredulously. "Our lives are on the line here."

The history teacher replied angrily, "Yes. He decided to give up and enjoy himself with the little time he had rather than suffer for nothing. I might have done the same thing."

As for the caretaker and the servant girl, they didn't join the conversation at all. They are not like the other 3 who can speak their minds about the young master in his absence. They are not free men. They were raised as livestock and trained as slaves so they know that their lives mean nothing. There is no use complaining about their impending death. They have seen it happen several times.

The martial teacher said, "At this point, I don't know if I want him to survive. He will just make us cook nonstop if he returns. Maybe the sweet release of death is not such a bad thing. My aged body can't take much of this. I was already prepared for death when I signed up for this but the nonstop hard labor has made me regret my choice to come here."

The history teacher rolled his eyes. "All you did was cook and you're complaining. What if he actually wanted to train and he had 10 months of time to do so?"

"It seems we are really going to die." The magic teacher wailed loudly. All the strength appeared to leave his body along with the last of his hope. He lamented, "He didn't choose any weapon to fight with."

They saw on the screen that their young master didn't choose a weapon to fight with. He forewent weapons and went into the fight with his bare and soft hands.

The martial teacher scoffed and said, "Of course, he shouldn't choose a weapon. He doesn't know how to use one. It is better for him to fight barehanded."

The history teacher rolled his eyes, "You make our young master look smart. Maybe he doesn't know that he can't fight with a weapon and just doesn't want to bother to waste his time with futile resistance."

The magic teacher still isn't willing to accept her fate, "He should at least resist. Maybe he would be lucky."

The martial teacher didn't agree. He said, "I doubt that. Luck won't help him this time around. His opponent chose the baul. It is very good for ranged attacks so our young master will die very quickly."

"If it is any consolation, he will die with honor."

That didn't console the magic teacher. The young woman refused to accept it. She maintained her stance verbally. "I don't want to die."

Sure enough, Legion-5 was bare-handed while his opponent equipped a bauling. The bauling is a two-handed tubular weapon that shoots large projectiles. It is heavy and has a slow firing rate but it is certain to cripple its target with a single hit. It has a high success rate due to the large distance between the opponents and the inability of the inept supreme beasts to dodge.

The match started with the ringing of a loud bell. Their young master rushed forward and stumbled. He fell down face first. His three teachers shook their heads at the sight. They felt ashamed, angry, or resigned to their fate.

They know they will die but their young master is dragging it out and making them miserable before their death. Their young master's fall affected even his opponent. The baul they shot toward him missed when he fell.

The large spherical projectile struck the barrier at the other end of the arena with a loud crashing sound. The onlookers winced at the sound. They can imagine just how bad things would have gotten had their young master not stumbled and fallen on his face in the middle of a fight.

The opponent began loading the bauling for another shot. He was cranking it so the gears moved the next baul into place and wound the springs. Meanwhile, their young master rolled on the ground and picked up a stone from the grassy ground.

The magic teacher slapped his head and groaned, "What is he going to do with a stone? Does he want to throw it? Isn't it a little too late to decide to use weapons now?"

The other teachers didn't say anything. They are resigned to their fate and things are moving in the direction they expect. A makeshift weapon like a stone can't compare to a baul. It wouldn't change the situation for the better.

But their young master didn't throw the brown stone as an improvised range attack. Instead, he clenched it hard in his hand. Then everyone's eyes popped open when a layer of hard earth grew from his clenched fist and began to cover his entire arm.

The martial teacher asked anxiously and slightly excited, "Is that a spell? Did you teach him a spell?"

The magic teacher answered with irritation, "What kind of foolish question is that? I didn't teach him anything. I was spending my time cooking with all of you. You were there too."

"So what is he doing?" He asked.