<h4>Chapter 280 Chapter 280: The Arena and the diator</h4>


    The arena.


    It exists in every era, even in a world of wastnd that is on the verge of copse.


    When a force reaches the scale of a "base" it signifies that "survival" is no longer the biggest dilemma. People within the base can resume some semnce of life, especially the elites.


    As such, entertainment emerges as a necessity, and the most popr form of entertainment on the wastnd is undoubtedlybat.


    Here, spectators exchange goods for currency to buy tickets, witnessing battles that are entirelyposed of the Tainted Miasma, either against monsters or amongst each other in bloodybat.


    The best way to support a favored contender is through betting, with victory in battle yielding rewards based on odds.


    Because of this, the ce is not only a sanctuary for viewing ughter but also a casino where one can strike it rich overnight, seen by countless frenzied arena spectators as a means to fortune.


    There are always stories of some lucky people who bet on underdogs no one believed in, only for those contenders to unexpectedly dominate, eliminating seasoned fighters and earning a fortune for their backers.


    When violence and gamblingbine, these primal elements deeply ingrained in our genes always manage to spark the greatest interest.


    Of course, besides the spectators who can make money from betting, joining the arena as a diator (Fighter) is also a way to earn.


    Especially the top diators, with a vast fan base, who receive extremely generous appearance fees and bonuses for each match.


    Neers too have opportunities, particrly as dark horses who can eliminate popr top diators in battle, gaining instant fame and substantial rewards overnight. Here, fairness prevails, with strength always being paramount.


    Thus, many desperados, bankrupt individuals throwing caution to the wind, and even regr Eclipse willinglye to Gse, aspiring to be diators.


    Of course, "diator" is the more dignified official term, but in reality, they are ves to the arena.


    After all, from the moment one signs the contract to be a diator, they are shackled permanently, unable to leave unless the arena''s owners choose to release them.


    But perhaps, in a world of wastnd filled with danger, where living one day longer is a victory, selling one''s soul and body for survival through fighting might not be such a bad choice.


    At least, for the demi-humans, it is so.


    Demi-humans are born with strong physiques, naturally having an advantage inbat over humans. However, the survival of Demi-humans has always been a problem; theyck the human intellect for predicting disasters or buildingrge cities.


    Many Demi-humans live in tribes, struggling to survive on the wastnd, far from being as powerful as humans.


    Thus, a portion of Demi-humans, in a bid for survival, choose to join human wastnd bases. However, they are usually employed asborers, exploited for their work.


    Therefore, a ce like Gse, where one can earn money or even fame purely throughbat, bes the first choice for many Demi-humans who have lost their tribes, bing wanderers.


    In the arena, at least half of the diators are Demi-humans.


    The audience has noints about this; on the contrary, they enjoy it very much. After all, the physical strength of the Eclipse Demi-humans and the intensity of their battles are far more spectacr on all levels than those of Eclipse humans.


    When Renji joined the arena and registered as a diator, he wasn''t bound by a contract or shackled like other diators. Even the three people following Renji were subconsciously ignored.


    This is a characteristic of the Dragon War Zone.


    With the boss dragon in "AFK" mode, Renji and others are like yers to the Gse base, and everything inside is like NPCs. Under the mechanisms of Dream Zero, the natives automatically ignore some of Renji''s actions.


    Of course, this "ignorance" has its limits. Renji couldn''t bring too many people with him at once, so before entering the city, he had Control Number One ce the other forty-nine mechanical servants on standby outside the city.


    Soon after Renji became a diator, it was as if a storyline was triggered. Time in Gse sped up, the scene in the dream reorganized. One moment, the person in charge was processing Renji''s paperwork; the next, Renji was notified that his first duel in the arena was about to begin.


    Stepping into the arena from the long "diators'' corridor," it''s a huge elliptical building surrounded by stands filled with dense, frenzied, and manic spectators. Renji, just a "debutant" neer, could see how popr the arena was.


    His debut fight was straightforward, with no other opponents arranged, just a battle against Tainted monsters.


    Renji didn''t even need to make a move, as Suthia, with a clean and efficient burst of holy light, took down four or five dog-


    level Miasma monsters instantly.


    The audience seemed stunned for a moment, not quite catching up with the speed of the event. However, they quickly erupted into thunderous apuse and cheers for Renji, the neer, as if surprised and delighted by his powerful capability.


    Of course, there were also some spectators who cursed loudly, obviously betting on Renji not even passing the first challenge. After all, failing at the debut fight isn''t rare in the arena.


    After this round, Renji was led away by the staff to the diator''s resting room.


    There, not just Renji, but Suthia as well, noticed among the many diators in the room, a dragonkin demi-human sitting in a corner against the wall.


    The prominent dragon horns on the head were undoubtedly the best symbol of status. Many other Demi-humans in the resting room dared note close, as dragonkin are considered to have a royal lineage among Demi-humans.


    But what quickly made Renji and Suthia exchange nces was that despite seeing several shadows of Nova in this dragonkin''s appearance, the shadow didn''t seem to go forward but backward.


    This didn''t look like a young Nova but rather someone who seemed to have aged a bit. Judging by the slight wrinkles on her face and the condition of her skin, this female dragonkin appeared to be middle-aged.


    Just as Renji and Suthia were puzzled, the next moment, a young little head peeked out from behind therge figure of the dragonkin.


    "Mommy, I am hungry."


    "Nova, be good. Mommy''s going to fight soon. After that, Mommy will have money to buy you something to eat. How about meat soup?"


    "Meat soup. Meat soup, meat soup!! Go and win mommy!"


    Hearing this, the young dragonkin demi-human''s eyes sparkled with excitement, and it seemed drool was almost dribbling from the corner of her mouth as she wiped it with her chubby little hands.


    She started running and jumping around her mother excitedly, then clung to her about-to-leave mother like a little chatterbox, babbling non-stop as if she had endless things to say. To anyone who saw her, the first impression was of an incredibly lively and energetic little girl who would surely grow up to be a restless troublemaker.