If he hadn’t been tied up like a gray fluff dumpling, the werewolf would probably have eaten Cen Zhen like a sheep at this moment. However, this didn’t mean the bad-tempered werewolf would hold back. He had been frustrated and annoyed by the inability to resist the Star Pirates, and now he was bullied by a purely humanoid race. He might as well find a piece of tofu to kill himself.
During another turbulence, he angrily pushed Cen Zhen away with his shoulder, then barked in a very unskilled common language: “Hairless white dough, garbage that can’t control its limbs, I only need one punch to beat you, you cripple, scum… waste, whimsical guy, go sell your ass!”
“……” Cen Zhen still had that expressionless face that would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. He wondered gracefully if the little gray dog was overstimulated and noisy because its owner hadn’t taken it out for a walk for too long.
Werewolves are usually the type who would rather use their hands than their mouths. Even in his native language, he can’t curse many words. Not to mention that they don’t speak the same language, the long sentence just now has used up all his stored vocabulary. Yet, who would have thought that the pretty boy who relied on him as a live leather cushion would pretend not to hear it. Not only without any expression but also continued to do his own thing.
“You damn are tired of living…”
“Stop arguing. Instead of bullying people who are weaker than you here, you might as well save your strength for the slave arena.” Before Cen Zhen spoke, a man sitting on the other side of the werewolf spoke first.
He was a young man, without any orc features, and no neck bands, totems, tattoos, or other symbols of special races. He looked more like a purebred human than Cen Zhen. Cen Zhen caught the key word from his words – the slave arena. He already sensed that the identity of a war slave was a bit ambiguous before, and when it came to the slave arena……He felt that even though he had skipped class to go out, the White Tower Ranking Tournament was still haunting him and chasing him to release a sequel.
Although he had done homework on the slave market before, Lian Yu valued them as ordinary slaves. It was a pure buying and selling relationship without these extra labels and rules.
The werewolf had just exhausted his curse words, and Cen Zhen was in a state like deaf. In addition, what the young man just said happened to hit the point that he was most resistant to. The werewolf forcefully suppressed his anger and let go of Cen Zhen.
When the turbulence in the spaceship ended, Cen Zhen stood up from the werewolf’s belly fur, leaned over, and asked the young man: “Excuse me, what is the slave arena?”
This time, not only the werewolf, but all the slaves in the room looked at Cen Zhen with either pity or disbelief, as if they pitied his ignorance, and seemed to have foreseen his doomed unfortunate ending.
Cen Zhen accepted these looks very calmly as if he didn’t think he did anything wrong. The werewolf was too lazy to pay attention to him. Anyway, the other party finally sat up straight and no longer slumped on his most vulnerable abdomen like a cerebellum atrophy. What does Cen Zhen not knowing what slave arena or how quickly he might die due to the fact have anything to do with him?
“The slave arena is also called the death battlefield.” The young man explained to Cen Zhen seriously, “Hundreds of slaves will fight in it, and they will not stop until death arrives. The only exceptions are those lucky ones who get directly bought out by the buyers watching the fight or the final winner who survives till the end.”
“The fighting here does not refer to simple combat. Each session of the slave arena has a different theme. The last time was a jungle adventure, the one before that was the underwater world, and this time… I don’t know what it will be. In fact, the most important key to survival is not fighting, but having a buyer willing to buy you.” The young man smiled, “So don’t be too pessimistic. Becoming a slave is not necessarily a dead end.”
“……” Cen Zhen is not pessimistic at all, and he doesn’t need comfort. Although the progression of events is somewhat out of control, he has not yet fallen into a critical predicament. At least his invisible terminal has not been discovered, and his strongest ‘nuclear weapon’ Lian Yu has not been launched. That man is immersed in his new identity and cannot extricate himself.
There is no guard in the room where the slaves are imprisoned, but the monitors distributed on the walls are always running, closely watching every move of all presence in the room.
The young man seemed to be particularly sympathetic to the weak. He paid special attention to Cen Zhen after he asked that silly question. He kept stretching his neck to talk to Cen Zhen over the werewolf who closed his eyes to rest. From the basic tricks to survive to how to attract buyers’ attention, he treated Cen Zhen as his younger brother.
“If there is no compulsory grouping, you should follow me.” The young man said seriously: “I will do my best to protect you.”
“…Thank you.” Cen Zhen didn’t know why the young man was so enthusiastic about him, but it would never be wrong to say thank you.
The two pointed ears on the werewolf’s head kept swaying. He sneered at the young man’s words and muttered something in wolf language. He probably thought no one else could understand him, but he didn’t expect the young man to refute him righteously and sternly: “I’m very capable. Judging people by appearance is a taboo, especially in the slave arena. Don’t think that people with small bodies must be weak.”
The wolf seemed to hate being preached heavily. He closed his eyes and pretended not to understand. The young man seemed to have no concept of letting go of a topic to preserve peace. He went on and repeated his words in wolf language, which finally caused the wolf to lose it and howl.
Cen Zhen had a hunch that this young man was not ordinary. He knew too much about the slave arena, just like the back of his hand. He knew many languages, and was surrounded by a sense of justice that was different from ordinary people, just like… a police officer. Or to use a word that fits the current scenario better – an undercover.
He remembered Lian Yu had mentioned that when he wanted to visit the slave market in his previous life, the slave market had been turned upside down by the interstellar police. Could it be that it was taken down during this time… After thinking about it, Cen Zhen secretly raised his left hand, pointed the back of his hand at the young man’s face, pressed the protruding bone on his wrist, and the terminal’s camera system activated. Then he swiped his finger again, and the photo was automatically sent to the top contact, Lian Yu.
The journey from Whale Star to Lava Star took one day and one night. Perhaps because they knew that the slaves were about to fall into the cruelest hell, the food provided by The Falling Cloud was actually quite good. The luncheon had both meat and vegetables, well balanced. Although the rice was half-cooked, it was no doubt a large portion and filling. Cen Zhen tasted a bite. It was so salty, that Lian Yu would probably die on the spot after eating a singular bite.
But looking at the others, no one was as hypocritical as Cen Zhen. The war slaves ate as passionately as they were eating to attack the Falling Cloud Star Pirates. Some of them even burst into tears while eating and said sadly, “I miss my mother/brother/wife.”
There was once a saying that when a person misses their loved one very much, at that moment, they are the most lonely and wronged.
The young man was also eating with big mouthfuls. Hearing the cries, he looked up and disregarded all the guards and said to those crying righteously, “Then you must work harder to survive and go back to see the person you miss.”
The two guards laughed sarcastically, “Survive? You still want to survive after entering the slave arena? Not unless you return to your mother’s belly and change your appearance to be like him.”
Cen Zhen was silently picking food in a corner. He didn’t expect to be pulled into the spotlight for no reason. He didn’t say anything and continued to pick and choose the unpalatable food.
Sex and violence are always the pirates’s favorite topics. One of them said excitedly, “His boyfriend is also good-looking. We are just unlucky we didn’t get the sex slave area. I heard that the brothers who are in charge of the sex slaves just took one away to do the things.”
He showed a yearning and obscene expression, “I have been eyeing the long-haired one for a long time. After all, since he is a couple with this one here. It must not be his first time, so virginity isn’t a factor to increase the price.”
“Then go ask if anyone is willing to switch shifts with you tonight.”
“How is it possible…”
Cen Zhen lowered his eyes and picked up a piece of meat that he couldn’t tell what kind of creature it was from. He was extremely disgusted. The young man’s face was livid. He worriedly passed the werewolf and comforted Cen Zhen softly: “Don’t take what they say to heart.”
The werewolf didn’t have any expression, but he didn’t say anything about the young man’s behavior that delayed his meal. Cen Zhen shook his head at the young man, indicating his mentality was unaffected. When he looked up again, he found that the pity for him in the eyes of the war slaves was even heavier.
With all honesty, his mood was indeed stable. He was even a little curious about how miserable the death of a careless star pirate would be if they dared to provoke Lian Yu. After killing them, would Lian Yu go all out and replace Man Yun, or cover up the cause of death and continue to pretend to be a weak little guy.
Either one would be fine, but the meal was too unpalatable. Cen Zhen, who has the craving for deliciousness rooted in half his genes, didn’t want to endure it anymore.
After lunch, Lian Yu’s reply arrived. A line of tiny words on the inside of his wrist almost blended into Cen Zhen’s skin color: How could it be him????
After this line of words, there was another line: He is very capable. Once you enter the slave arena, you should follow him brainlessly.
Lian Yu personally approved of his ability. How powerful must he be? The Sentinel seemed to be able to read Cen Zhen’s mind. He answered Cen Zhen’s doubts without Cen Zhen saying a word: I was imprisoned twice in my previous life by him. I hate him forever.
“……” He is quite capable, indeed. Cen Zhen immediately matched this person with a character in the novel – the only one who didn’t fall in love with the protagonist in the later period. However, as a senior, he gave Yao Jin and Pan a lot of guidance. He looked only 20 years old, but he was actually in his 60s; a special race from the Zhongyang Star, Shouhe.
The name Shouhe, protecting the river, really wronged him. With his ability, it would not be a problem for him to guard the Atlantic Ocean alone. After digesting this important information, Cen Zhen pretended to be in a daze, but actually typed a simple ‘You?’. Lian Yu immediately understood and replied: I’m fine, but it’s a pity that there are no cards, otherwise I can play some game with the mermaid.
Cen Zhen gradually became familiar with the typing function of this invisible terminal: Someone is targeting you.
Lian Yu: My corpse and butt will always be protected and reserved for you, whoever dares to come near I will bite them to death
Cen Zhen: Well, I can’t expand your spiritual space these days
Lian Yu: It’s okay, I have remembered this grudge and will find Man Yun to avenge it
Cen Zhen: Isn’t your heat coming soon?
Lian Yu: There are still several days, it won’t delay things
Original Author’s Note:
Listen, here’s the sound of flag~
Translator’s Note: I am so sleepy, I will post the other chapter first thing tomorrow! This week will also be double updates, so up to chapter 73^^
