Chapter 194

Chapter 194: The Great Revolt of the Gladiatorial Slaves

Years later, facing the "metal womb" of the "Fearless Construct," the Chosen Warrior Hua Ji remembered that afternoon when he entered the gladiatorial arena.

When telling stories to new recruits in his war organization, he always began: "I recall it was a cloudy day, yet the sun broke through and shone right into the duel arena."

"It saved us all."

Though many recruits suspected Hua Ji embellished this tale, he knew it was the plain truth.

He still remembered the scene.

…

"Trinitum Clan!"

"You… your day of reckoning will come!"

Hua Ji and his brothers cursed through gritted teeth, gripping short blades and shields. Across the vast arena stood enemies armed with spears.

He knew his sister was among those spear-wielding fighters.

The name "Hua Ji" itself revealed they weren’t conquered people from the "Bismuth" world or captives from the Ark—they were natives of the Triton Empire.

Yet they belonged not to the "Trinitum Clan," but to the "Deuterium Clan."

By status, he should’ve been a civilian.

But life for Deuterium and Protium Clans was worse than for actual slaves.

Hua Ji and his sister, though Deuterium, had become debt slaves when their parents owed Trinitum nobles. Finally, they were forced into gladiator pits.

Unless something changed, the soul-carved curse would trigger at the whistle’s blast. His sister would then fight him or his brothers in a blood frenzy.

"No!"

"Save us, great…"

"Uh…"

He’d meant to pray to a "god."

Yet the thought struck Hua Ji as absurd.

Gods existed, yes.

But they saw his kind as less than insects.

No one would come to save them.

"Ha…"

"Never mind. Early death brings early peace."

"Who’s left to rely on now?"

"Unless…"

His eyes drifted mockingly toward the man-sized "Blood Jade" at the arena’s center.

Something inexplicable drew his gaze to that stone. Something within seemed to pulse… to breathe.

Deep in his soul, he almost heard…

"Thump… thump… thump…"

The soft sound of a heartbeat echoed.

It didn’t seem like a real noise but a strike against their souls.

Soon, a deep, raspy yet strong voice rang out.

"Everyone!

Are you willing?

To fight your own family, to battle those you love?

To be toys for the Trinitum Clan, amusing them by dying?"

Yes, no one wanted that.

"But what could we do?

We were trapped by the magic of the Trinitum nobles.

No way to escape, no way to fight back.

What could we do?

Rely on the gods?

But the Great Primordial Deity or the Azure Emperor, not one cared about us!"

Maybe, all those earlier questions were meant to lead to this point.

Now, the truth was laid bare.

"Then, what about believing in the Giant God?"

That voice echoed in every gladiator’s mind.

"I will now share the power the Giant God gave me!"

Soon, light filled the minds of Hua Ji, his sister, and all the other gladiators.

This wasn’t the harsh, dizzying "evil light" from the Great Primordial Deity or the Azure Emperor; it was a bright light, fresh and alive like the morning sun!

At the same time, the High Priest in charge of the gladiator festival had brought a whistle to his lips.

Just as he was about to blow it…

"Buzz—!"

The Blood Jade burst into bright light!

The light was dazzling but not painful, giving hope to all the suffering slaves; but for the watching "Trinitum Clan"…

"Ah—!"

"Help! My skin’s on fire!"

"What is this light? Ugh…"

Under the Holy Light’s glow, the hateful slave masters finally showed their true forms one by one.

Mutations from primordial energy grew out horns, spikes, and hard lumps on their bodies and faces, turning them into fierce, ugly monsters!

But that was not the end!

“Boom— boom— boom—!”

The Blood Jade suddenly exploded violently!

Its solid shell burst into fragments that swept outward from the powerful inner force. Yet as they flew, the pieces dissolved into fine, soft liquid particles.

These tiny particles kept splitting in midair due to wind resistance, becoming even smaller droplets.

When these Blood Jade droplets splashed onto the Trinitum Clan in the stands…

“Ah—!”

“My skin’s burning!”

“It hurts! The pain is killing me!”

“Impossible! The Great Primordial Deity’s blessing is fading!”

Every noble, regardless of rank, possessed power bestowed by the Great Primordial Deity and Azure Emperor.

Their irregular horns, sharp spikes, bumps, and extra limbs—features the Trinitum Clan called “Ascended Forms”—marked this divine gift.

Yet now, these insignificant crimson droplets powerfully suppressed the Great Primordial Deity’s might.

Their enhanced strength dwindled while unknown forces clogged their magic circuits.

Discomfort spread through their entire bodies.

Meanwhile, for the tens of thousands of gladiators…

“Is this… my strength?”

A female gladiator stared at her hands in disbelief. The Trinitum Clan had issued her an impossibly heavy greatsword—

a weapon meant to get her killed.

Merely lifting it was a struggle, let alone fighting.

Yet now she swung this overweight sword as easily as a wooden stick.

Other gladiators shared her wonder.

“Heavens, I’ve grown taller!”

“Power courses through my veins!”

But physical empowerment wasn’t their greatest joy.

What truly stunned and grateful them was…

“The shackles… they’re gone!”

“The evil god worshipped by the Trinitum Clan—his power vanished!”

“The wicked curse and seal are broken!”

“We…”

“We’re free!”

“Free!”

The gladiators raised their hands high and threw their weapons into the sky, cheering for their newfound freedom.

But soon, they remembered a question.

“O deity who granted us power,

Why did you free us?”

The deity remained silent.

A tall woman with light blonde hair and brown skin spoke for the deity.

She wore a tight combat suit, with remnants of red jade still clinging to her.

The fragments seemed alive, melting, reforming, and hardening again.

They turned into longswords and shields, armor and helmets, covering the woman.

“Toot—!”

“Toot—!”

Finally free from the torment of the "red droplets," the High Priest whistled.

But all he got were the gladiators’ taunts.

The tall woman who came from the red jade walked among the gladiators. She looked at her brothers and sisters, their surprised and puzzled faces, and spoke the great deity’s will.

“Light’s giver, destroyer of shackles, liberator from oppression, banisher of chaotic gloom, Great Devourer who gnaws on all evil gods, she had but one request for you, my brothers and sisters!”

“Kill everyone who oppressed you!”

“Offer the villains’ skulls as gifts to the great deity!”

“Blood sacrifice for the Giant God! Offerings to the divine throne!”

“Kill—!”

With that, she jumped onto the stands, landing right before the stunned High Priest, swinging the great sword made from the red jade!

“Swish—!”

The sword came down, and a head hit the ground!

This was the signal!

“Blood sacrifice for the Giant God, offerings to the divine throne!”

“Kill them, those slave masters who suck the life from us!”

The grand arena filled with shouts of battle!

The great gladiator uprising had begun!

But the Triton Empire was a strong empire.

They struck back fast.

“Clatter… clatter… clatter…”

The sound of marching feet echoed.

The garrison guarding the Emperor Wood Solar Trees arrived!

They had many men, three legions of ten thousand each, and their gear was much better than the slaves’!

The well-armed soldiers closed in on the arena.

A junior officer yelled, “Let those daring slaves taste our—”

“Bang—!”

Suddenly, his head exploded from large-caliber bullets fired from the side!