One Piece: Kaido the Beast Playing House

(The first person in this chapter is called Archaon)

I have been in prison for as long as I can remember. What is my father like? I have never seen it before, and even my mother’s memory is so shallow. If old John, who was also a slave, had not told me about it, my impression of my parents might have completely disappeared. I was raised by other slaves. At that time, I didn’t know why they were so kind to me. I just accepted their kindness out of habit. It wasn’t until I was ten years old that my height began to increase dramatically.

Since then, I have discovered that I am different from the people around me, at least in terms of body shape. I am taller than all of them, but my height has not slowed down, but has changed. I grew taller, and my appetite increased day by day. From time to time, other slaves had to frugally share their rations with me, so that I could barely stay hungry. This situation lasted for more than a year.

In that cage, my life was very difficult. From the day I started to be able to carry heavy objects, I was required to work in various jobs, from carrying things, to cleaning, and even being a mount. Not included. If I do it slowly, I will be beaten and scolded. The person who beat me and scolded me is a man wearing strange white clothes. Of course, no one knows what the standards are for doing things slowly and wrongly. It seems that this Struggling and scolding are inevitable.

In fact, beating and scolding was the best result. I watched them shoot at others and laugh while the blood flowed. The reason may be just because it was fun, or the breathing sound was a little louder. Old John was just because Damn it, at that time, I was very angry. It was the first time I had the feeling of anger, the first time I had it. But Old John, who was lying in a pool of blood, kept comforting me and told me to calm down and survive. , to escape from that damn place, looking at the blood under Old John, I chose to listen to the opinion of the person who raised me.

Time passed little by little, and my age increased, as did my height. Soon, I stood out from the slaves because of my different height and body shape. They elected me as their leader because my huge body could accomplish more. The tasks, and the accompanying beatings and scoldings are also decreasing, but I have never forgotten what Old John said. I want to escape from this place, escape from here forever, but how can it be that easy?

When I was twenty years old, I was taken out of the cage. I was curious where I would be taken. Can that place allow him to leave this place? The ending cannot be said to be better or worse, because I was taken to a gladiatorial arena. Even before I got close, I could smell the smell of blood there. In addition to the smell of blood, the red ground on which I walked barefoot The gravel is even more frightening. I don't even dare to guess how much blood has been spilled here. Is this my next fate? I couldn't help but think that no one could give me the answer.

What happened next is something I never want to remember in my life. After all, it was too painful. I was thrown there and suffered inhumane training. My master, Saint Bill Berg, chose me as His gladiators participated in the duel competition between the Celestial Dragons.

This is a competition for Tianlong people to show off their slaves and their vision to each other, so unlike those who sway their blood randomly, the slaves selected here will not be randomly sent to the field to kill, but must be trained first. The Tianlong people hope that they will fail in this battle, so they will continue to arm their slaves, and they also learned from the hateful-looking instructor that their parents were the last and last selected gladiators. Similarly, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have lived so long. I would have been selected to participate in the triennial bloody game. After all, giants have always been high-scoring prey in that game.

When I heard what the instructor said, my heart was filled with anger again. I wanted to strangle the guy who looked similar to Doudin to me on the spot. But unfortunately, I couldn't beat him at that time, even if he was taller than I thought. The same goes for being very short. I was no match for that guy. I was beaten to pieces every day. Then he stepped on my head and taunted me. He mocked me for being a loser. Useless waste.

The anger in my heart kept growing, and I wanted to eat his flesh raw, so I trained with all my might, hoping that one day I could kill this guy, tear him apart completely, and then step on his head and tell him that he He was the loser. For this reason, I even learned the armed Haki that was thought to be impossible for me to learn. Finally, during training one day, I tore off the arms of the careless instructor through a surprise attack, and then I I know one thing, that is, the instructor who is extremely powerful in my eyes is actually just a slave. His fate is to be defeated by me. From the moment I defeated him, his life has come to an end. His duty is to teach me and then become the first person to be killed by me. This is the fate given to him by the Tianlong people, and he has known this for a long time.

His ridicule and humiliation of me were actually all to make me completely lose my confidence and give up on myself. Then he could tell the Tianlong people that I was a waste and could never fight in the place of the Tianlong people. Then his life might still be saved. There is a continuation, although the way of continuation is probably that he is sent to fight in the arena.

After that, I changed several instructors, and the fate of each instructor was actually the same. I knocked them down, and then took them away, becoming another loser, and then died. Until one day, no instructor appeared in the arena, and I was taken to another place. That day was my 22nd birthday.

I still remember the feeling of the hot metal branding on my face clearly. The red-hot iron mask was pressed against my face, the sizzling flesh, the smell of burning and the piercing pain made me roar, but all this did not stop. Behind the iron mask was armor, and those armors were nailed tightly into my flesh and blood by sharp steel nails. Every movement I made was accompanied by piercing pain.

In the last duel competition, Bilberg Saint was defeated by his mortal enemy, which made him extremely angry, so this time, he never wanted to repeat the same mistake. In the past, the so-called gladiators in the duel competition would not be so valued and educated. They would simply select the strongest one and send him up. They would not be like me now, being scraped on the iron frame and wearing an iron mask, just to make me resist a few more times.

The duel started soon. The enemy's strength was not as terrible as I thought, and it was not even as high as the pain brought to me by this iron armor itself. There is no doubt that I defeated many enemies. In the scarlet arena, I became the focus. I heard that many people went to Bilberg Saint and were ready to exchange me with their slaves, but they were all rejected by Bilberg Saint who laughed.

After that, I had a good life. Perhaps because of the victory I brought him, my food became better. In addition to daily training, I didn't have to do anything else. I even got the opportunity to leave Mary Geoise. Yes, leave, although it was suitable for Bilberg Saint to leave together.

He showed me around, to various countries, and held countless death-level duel competitions. When the gladiators finally survived, he would send me down and watch me tear those gladiators apart, and watch the hope that those gladiators finally had completely turn into despair.

Many years passed like this, and just when I thought that this was how my life would be, an accident changed everything. After a bloody game, Bilberg Saint disappeared. Everyone was saying that a madman appeared. A powerful madman led a group of madmen to attack the Celestial Dragons. Many Celestial Dragons died, and Bilberg Saint was one of them. Many guards went to protect them, but none of them came back. Mary Joa's defense force was unexpectedly empty. I finally saw an opportunity, an opportunity to freedom.

As a "red man" under Bilberg Saint for so many years, I was relatively free to some extent. At least when I was doing combat training, I didn't have to wear an explosive collar, which gave me an opportunity. The guards who accompanied me in training had already relaxed their vigilance under my years of loyal performance. They didn't think I would escape at all, and this was my opportunity, the only opportunity.

Those guards were dead. Before they could make a sound, I shot them to death on the spot. Then I walked towards the cage as if nothing had happened. The explosive collar on my neck was not fastened at all. Just like that, I swaggered into the room where the cage was, killed all the guards who had let down their vigilance, took out the key, and liberated all of Bilberg's slaves. We were free. We ran for our lives and seized a boat. After the sacrifice of several people, we successfully reached the surface of the sea through the elevator, but we were still discovered. An extremely special group appeared in front of us. With those strange abilities, we were defeated and fell into the water. I thought I was finished, I thought I was dead, but fate gave me hope. When I woke up, I was on a beach, surrounded by terrified villagers. I survived and I was free.