Traveler: Derek Walker 21
Spicul, without me even asking, launched into a torrent of TMI about the coliseum.
"I just can't fathom why a disgusting gambling den like that—where the innocent are driven mad by the sight of blood—still exists. Among all the countless gambling halls in Bastrey, this coliseum is the newest one. Rumor has it the Bastrey Count himself planned it. What a lamentable affair. As a lord of the realm, he might not hold the lives of lowly beasts dear, but to create a hell where slaves' lives are toyed with like this..."
Getting an earful from the Moon Tribe's legion commander. That Bastrey Count bastard must be a total fucking retard. Well, if Spicul ever saw my true face, he'd spit out judgments that make this rant look tame. Yeah, better not get too chummy with this guy.
What a pain-in-the-ass type.
"Today happens to be the day of the weekly special match," he continued. "I've never been myself, but according to other merchants, once a week they hold gladiator women versus monsters."
Spicul's face twisted like he'd bitten into shit as he spoke. The expression of a priest reciting heresy doctrine. Is this guy really from the Moon Tribe?
"The female gladiators who lose get raped by the monsters. And the spectators go wild with frenzied cheers watching it. Truly insane."
"Oh ho. So a horrifying spectacle like that happens right here in the city."
Yep, the real terror isn't monsters beyond the walls—it's human malice. Listening to Spicul, I got curious about the coliseum. Not about women getting raped by monsters, but whether there were any useful women there.
There were quite a few characters with decent stats around Bastrey Barony. Some available at the slave market, too.
So maybe the coliseum had some talent worth grabbing? If you're curious, check it out yourself.
I parted ways with Spicul after dinner and headed straight to the coliseum I'd scoped out earlier, skipping the inn. Admission was 1 silver—cheaper than expected. Probably because they don't make money on entry fees; it's all from coliseum betting.
The building extended massively underground, as if the humans indulging there knew their ugliness and hid in the dirt to enjoy their pleasures. The interior was huge: three regular arenas and one massive one. Regular arenas hosted human vs. human fights; the big one had massive brawls or human vs. monster matches.
I arrived just as the main event—human vs. monster—was underway.
"““Uwaaaah!”””
The large arena was a bit smaller than half a soccer field. A group of women in leather armor that barely covered their tits and crotches, swords in hand, faced off against over twenty goblins.
Bikini warrior girls versus goblins. I loved the girls' fashion. Is there a more perfect fantasy outfit than bikini armor?
The goblins had iron chains around their necks, linked to the arena's iron bars.
I tapped the shoulder of the guy next to me, who was pumping his fist and roaring.
"What?" He whipped around with an irritated glare. Is this psycho asking to die? I barely held back my fist and opened my mouth.
"This the special event they do once a week?"
He sized me up and down, then clapped and shouted, "You're that famous sugar merchant, right? First time at the coliseum?"
"Yeah."
"Haha, no wonder you don't know. Spot on—this is the special event we've all been dying for. Rape Survival."
What a trashy name. But I like it. Next time with the girls, we should play Rape Survival. Lock 'em in a coliseum-like spot and play tag. Caught by the tagger? Instant rape. Obviously, I'm the tagger.
"Rape Survival, huh. Fun name."
"The content's even better." The man grinned sleazily and explained. "Win or get fucked! Nothing beats this entertainment. If these slave gladiator girls win, I get rich. It's the biggest underdog bet in the house."
"Oh ho. So getting fucked is the safe bet?"
"Nine out of ten matches. Everyone watches expecting that. I bet the underdog, but I can't resist a girl's face as she's getting goblin-fucked. Heh heh!"
I turned my eyes to the arena. The girls gripping their swords tensely had massive shadows looming over their faces—like they sensed their pathetic fate. Pretty decent looks. Not up to my girls' level, but as sex slaves, they'd fetch 20 to 30 silver each. Individual charm's a bit low, but with that many, it'd be fun picking.
"Begin!"
With the announcer's booming voice, the chains on the bars released. Over twenty goblins charged the girls with filthy roars.
"Grab your sword, damn it!" One girl dropped hers in shock; another yelled at her.
The goblins rushing them looked off—like they'd been drugged up. Veins bulging red on their foreheads, and especially their dicks swinging fully erect. Naked as they were, the sight packed real intimidation. Rape-crazed rape monsters. That's why it's Rape Survival.
"Like we trained! Hold formation!"
The girls gripped their swords. Goblins aren't that strong. But facing fearless, charging goblins, the sword-wielding girls crumbled easily. The leader girl slashed open a couple goblins' bellies, but even she fell to the fear-overriding horde.
"Mmph! Mmph! Urgh!"
The goblins had zero interest in killing. They ignored their gut-spilled kin. Their only goal: satisfy their lust. They pinned the girls' arms tight even while taking sword hits. The leather armor tore under their brute hands—designed to rip easy. Peak Rape Survival moment.
"Kyaaaah!"
"Hic! Hnngh! Nooo!"
"Aaaah!"
The arena filled with the terror and screams of girls grabbed by both arms. In proportion, the spectators roared louder. They looked like demons feeding on others' pain.
"Go! Rape her! Stuff both holes, you goblin bastards! Look at that precum drooling—they're desperate!"
"Won't last five minutes this time! Those whores. First fight? Any virgins!? Fuck, it's ending too quick."
"Heh heh! We come to see this anyway—quicker the better. I like that black-haired bitch best. Hope she's a virgin."
"Hey goblins! Had faith in ya!"
"Pound her! Pound her! Pound and cum!"
I got why Spicul hated this place. A madhouse for human trash. Not that I can talk. If they're riding trash, I'm non-riding trash. Thought I'd leveled up to elite trash with effort, but nah—Sun Wukong on Buddha's palm at best. Kinda comforting, actually. Finding solace watching human trash? Their one positive use.
"What happens to those girls if they lose?" I casually asked the guy next to me.
He grinned refreshingly. "The ones goblin-fucked go straight to auction. Plenty of pervs love that. Breaking a girl whose mind's already shattered rags—total ruination. Tastes amazing! I'd do it if I had the cash."
"Looks like it's their first time here."
"Last batch all sold after losing. This place is a one-way to hell. At least women get a fresh start as sex slaves. Men? Monster chow. Heard none of the sex-slave women keep their purity intact, though. Heh heh!"
This wasn't a match—it was a show. Those girls stepped in not to fight, but to get fucked. Toys for the audience, ravaged by monsters.
Wasting beauties like that? Feels like bullshit.
Irritation welled up watching the match—not from crushed dignity, but sloppy methods. The audience loving this hack show, and that Bastrey Count who planned it? All retards.
Get off on watching them get raped? Retards. You even men?
A man gets hyped only when he's doing the raping. Not porn—this is live beauties getting done. Should piss you off, not turn you on. I bit my lip. Felt like a cousin barging in and wrecking my toys.
And with that irritation, a notification popped up.
[A quest has been added.]
←Quest→
●Liberation
↳Destroy the coliseum in Bastrey Barony.
←Quest→
"Everyone, snap out of it! Haaah!"
The black-haired girl leading from the front swung her sword wide, slicing through a rape-mad goblin's neck.
"Don't give up!"
The rape-crazed goblins had superior strength and speed, but their brains seemed twice as dumb as usual. She read their simple moves, methodically carving them with her sword. Right before penetration—the goblins' weakest moment.
"Kyaaak!"
A goblin about to shove its shiny dick into the blonde girl's tiny hole got its head lopped off by the black-haired one. The grotesque head thudding onto its gut made the blonde shit and piss herself before passing out.
"Don't pass out! Counterattack, everyone!"
"Fuck! What's with that bitch!? Just get raped!"
"Rape! Rape! Rape!"
The mad crowd jeered the counterattacking black-haired girl. But she ignored them, pressing the assault. Trained swordsmanship. The brainless rape goblins all lost their heads to her.
The black-haired girl took heavy wounds too. Left arm gashed to the bone, long scar across her forehead. Her bikini armor was gone, tits and pussy fully exposed. Yet she stood tall and declared, "We win!"
Her cool judgment and skill let the girls win without a single death or rape. Basically, she soloed the goblins.
"In a stunning upset, the girls win today's match! Underdog bettors got screwed!"
"Uahaha! Jackpot!"
The guy next to me punched the air gleefully at the announcer's words.
"Stay tuned—how many rounds can these girls survive in this hellish coliseum!? Record so far is three. Until the day they get goblin-raped! The coliseum never stops!"
"Th-that... you didn't say that!"
The black-haired girl protested to the announcer, but he ignored her and kept going.
"Next up: the Twin Axe Brothers' sibling showdown! Death or be killed in coliseum hell! Whose axe is heavier—brother or little bro? Don't miss it!"
Coliseum guards dragged the girls away. I stared coldly at the direction they went.