Infinite Sims

Rose arena, inside the VIP room.

Eric lay on the exclusive single sofa as usual, looking down at the violent and bloody wrestling below, and the hysterical appearance of the audience around him.

This perspective.

It made him feel like a god in a legend, looking down on tiny human beings from above.

Boom!

The door opened, and the butler, Ur, walked in.

"My lord the baron."

Ur came to Eric, leaned down and said, "Miss Vivienne registered a twelve-year-old slave in that slave area as a gladiator, and set his first gladiatorial fight two days later."

"Twelve-year-old slave?"

Eric couldn't help laughing out loud: "My innocent niece, don't you think I dug out a Mu Qingfeng?"

Mu Qingfeng is the most famous young gladiator in recent years. He claims that he will be able to step onto the highest platform of gladiators within five years.

And he was also a little slave when he was still young, and he made his first appearance at the age of twelve.

Ur didn't speak.

This is the Lord Baron's family matter, if he dares to intervene, it means that this position has already reached its end.

"You really are young."

Eric smiled for a moment, took out a cigar and sniffed it.

The wonderful aroma made him want to stop, and he couldn't wait to light one, but he knew he couldn't do it, because there was only one Bren cigar left in his hand.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel resentment in his heart.

If Vivienne hadn't lied that this cigar was made on a man's lap, she wouldn't have destroyed all the cigars in anger, leaving only this one in her hand.

Eric took a deep breath, put away his cigar, and asked, "Tell me about that slave."

Ur nodded and told all the collected information.

"Shi Yong, the life department calls spirits, and has almost no fighting ability?"

With a playful look on Eric's face, he chuckled: "Although Vivienne is naive, she is not stupid. Except for name, gender, and age, none of the slave's information is likely to be true."

Ur stood aside quietly.

He is only responsible for collecting and reporting information, and he cannot be blamed for the problems in this document.

"Junichiro, what do you think?"

At this time, Eric looked sideways at the shadow in the corner behind him.

There was a thin man with a turban on his head, kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had merged with the shadow.

"Shi Yong?"

Sato Junichiro opened his eyes, a cold light flashed quickly, and said indifferently: "Master Baron, that should be Shi Jun's son."

"Mr. Shi? The one you asked me to hypnotize?"

Eric looked relaxed: "That's really a coincidence, Vivienne really knows how to find someone."

Speaking of this, he looked at Junichiro Sato again, and said with a smile: "If that child is a genius phantom master, if he knows what Junichiro you did, he might take revenge on you, aren't you afraid?"

"Samurai, not afraid of anyone's challenge."

Sato Junichiro's voice was loud, without the slightest fear, but there was a strong killing intent on his face.

"I still trust your strength, but I think he may not meet you."

Eric smiled, and said to Ur: "Find a better opponent for our kid, let him experience the fun of wrestling. In addition, spread this wrestling, let those idiots come and see, they said Is the proud daughter of heaven really capable!"

soon.

Many civilians, rich people and nobles in the city have learned that Vivienne, the current Patriarch of the Qiangwei family, has taken over part of the affairs of the Qiangwei Arena and is preparing to fight her uncle Eric.

Under the deliberate guidance of someone with a heart, this gladiatorial event, which should have received little attention, was gradually spread as the prelude to the competition between Vivienne and Eric for the Rose Arena.

Less than a day.

The tickets for that day were sold out, including expensive tickets for the wealthy area, and tickets for the aristocratic area that required a noble certificate to buy.

Game day.

Many people came to Rose Arena early.

For transitional gladiatorial fights, even a few weighty ones, everyone's emotions were not as high and crazy as in the past, and they even looked forward to the end of these gladiatorial fights soon.

Both nobles and commoners are discussing the outcome of this yet-to-be-started gladiatorial fight.

Gladiator waiting area, in a separate room.

Looking at the spacious space in the room, Jiang Ren knew that it was thanks to Vivienne that he could enjoy such a large space alone.

Otherwise, they would have to huddle together with those ordinary gladiators outside, suffering and waiting in the mottled smell.

At this time, a shadow blocked his sight.

"Little brother."

Vivienne looked down at Jiang Ren with her hands folded in front of her chest: "What type of fighting space do you like?"

The fighting space is the most special thing in this world, and it is also the most difficult thing to explain with common sense.

He can create a special space that cannot be reached normally, and the scenes in the space can be switched to real venues one by one, and present it in the center of the arena, giving all the audience in the stands a wonderful feeling as if they are right in front of them.

These include, but are not limited to, hearing the sound of running streams, feeling the coolness of a breeze, and smelling aromatic or putrid odors.

It is also because of the existence of the gladiatorial space that the death of the summoner will not cause serious harm to the summoner.

"forest."

Jiang Ren replied casually, appreciating the things in front of him calmly.

He usually wouldn't do this, but since Vivienne has come to his door, if he avoided it, wouldn't he really be called her?

"Very well, I like your eyes more and more."

Seeing his eyes, Vivian covered her mouth and smiled lightly, regardless of how attractive she was now.

A colorful little snake poked out from behind her feet, its cold eyes calmly stared at Jiang Ren, staring at his blatant eyes.

"Miss, it will be Shi Yongding's turn after this game, he can go over there to prepare."

Ah Fu's voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Ren looked away, turned and walked towards the door.

He really has nothing to do with a woman like you who are rascals and she is even more rascals. If you continue to look at her, apart from affecting her development, she won't get even a little bit of benefit.

Moreover, he could feel the woman's killing intent towards him.

Jiang Ren could foresee that if the performance in this wrestling was not satisfactory to her, not only her eyes would be lost, but her life might also be lost.

Just walk out.

Ah Fu outside the door nodded slightly to him, and Sylvia next to him was still staring at him fiercely like the previous two days.

"Such a big thing, I still remember it now, it really is a child's heart."

Jiang Ren thought to himself, but on the surface he greeted the two calmly and walked into the long corridor on the side.

Incandescent lights glowed above the corridor.

Jiang Ren looked at the light bulbs that symbolized modern civilization, and it was difficult to connect them with his past twelve years, when he could only live by candles and oil lamps.

At this moment, he remembered the system narration when he first came to this world.

"Does it represent the arena of hope and despair?"

Jiang Ren muttered to himself, knowing that the world is not as simple as it seems.

For example, why did a world that returned to the ground after the end of the world and already had electric lights spend a lot of manpower and material resources to build ancient arenas? And that magical gladiatorial space?

However, these problems are obviously beyond what he can ascertain now.

After several verifications.

Jiang Ren came to a closed iron gate and waited.

The room behind the door is the place leading to the duel space, and it will also be the place where he further explores the world.

"It sounds like it's very lively outside."

Jiang Ren looked up at the ceiling. On top of the unknown thickness of the stone layer was the stands of the arena, and some vague voices could be heard vaguely.

It didn't take long.

The iron door was opened, and it was dark inside.

After being signaled by the guard at the door, Jiang Ren walked into the room alone, and the door closed behind him with a snap.

"I really don't worry, I'm not afraid that someone will be overwhelmed and destroy the device that enters the gladiator space?"

Jiang Ren thought secretly.

However, he also knew that it was impossible to leave such an obvious loophole in the arena. The device might not be destroyed by conventional means, or bad things would happen just as it was about to be destroyed.

Wow!

A door of light appeared in front of it, with a faint white light emitting from it, looming like an illusory scene.

The constantly flowing light and shadow on the door seemed to be urging him to quickly summon the spirit.

"interesting."

Jiang Ren suppressed his desire to study, and his eyes were fixed.

Immediately, two translucent phantoms emerged from his body, quickly condensed into shape in front of him, and then looked at him quietly.

Summoner has combat usage.

One is the summoning as it is now, and the other is the possession that is integrated with the summoning spirit.

Possession will maximize combat power, but once dead or injured, the same result will occur on the main body.

Summoning can not fear death.

And summoning can not only sink into the mind to control the spirit summoning battle, but also let the spirit summoning use instinct to fight.

Some necromancers with insufficient combat talent, and necromancers with strong combat instincts, usually adopt the latter method.

this time.

Jiang Ren is also going to use the latter method to let Huan Ling fight with his own fighting instinct. He believes in this Huan Ling who is a twin, more than anyone else.

"Go in, your goal is to win this gladiatorial fight."

Following Jiang Ren's voice fell.

The two figures moved stiffly through the white light door and entered the gladiatorial space.

at the same time.

As the eye-catching gladiatorial battle was about to begin, the stands above were boiling.

"It's finally the most anticipated moment today, let's take a look at the battlefield of this gladiatorial fight!"

The excited voice of the commentator resounded throughout the arena: "Is it the terrifying death canyon? Or the dangerous lava cave? Or the rolling single-plank bridge known as the rookie slayer?"

The gladiator space in the center of the arena flickered.

The next moment, a forest full of blood and gunpowder smoke appeared.

"Blood Forest! This is a fairly friendly battlefield for novice gladiators. Maybe we can look forward to the outcome of this gladiator."

The commentary quickly drew attention to the first contestant: "Let's invite the first contestant, Sisi the Berserker. His summoner is a 2.5-meter-tall pig-headed barbarian with super strong arms. With super thick fat, there are almost no weaknesses, and the wrestling record is 26 wins and 7 losses!"

A corner of the bloody forest.

A pig-headed man dragging a huge two-meter-long wooden stick beat his chest with his left hand, making a loud roar.

This voice immediately caused the audience in the stands to cheer.

"I seem to have a premonition that our newcomer, a little gladiator named Shi Yong, will be smashed into meatloaf by a pig-headed barbarian about his poor summoner. Let us mourn for him for a second."

The narrator paused pretendingly.

Many spectators burst out laughing, and some people prefer to listen to the commentary's witty words rather than repeating one after another.

"Okay, one second has passed."

The voice of the commentary sounded again, and the yin and yang said strangely: "Next, let's invite our little gladiator to play. His summoning spirit is—"

"A man and a dog???"

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(I was going to put the last sentence in the next chapter, but after thinking about it, forget it, it’s too wicked.)

(The foreshadowing of this volume is basically completed. From the next chapter, we will enter the topic. On the basis of 6,000 words per day, the fruit will try to add one or two thousand words as much as possible to achieve the achievement of 8,000 words per day. More words can only be written slowly. coming.)