The Titan's Throne

Tate and Yahd

"Just like how the black cauldron and the ice sword had something special as well?" said Kai with a thorny tone.

"..."

The young master could say nothing to retort. The cauldron and the sword were both objects that were sold to the young man at an exorbitant price. As soon as he got home, the duo would always discover that their new possessions were no different from scrap metal.

"Just like how those gauntlets were special!" shouted Kai.

The young master could not help but sink into his seat when he heard those words. The gauntlets were his greatest shame. He had paid a ridiculous price for them, only to find out that they only had one quality. They were hard.

Ridiculously hard, so much so that after much testing, they discovered that nothing could break them. But there was a serious problem. The gloves could not receive any mana or qi.

The young man had thought that they were high-level enchanted gauntlets, but it turned out that they were just very hard steel gloves.

Feeling embarrassed every time he saw them, the young master loaned them to the arena. After all, such gauntlets were useful in fights without cultivation.

The arena had, of course, wanted to buy them but they did not even offer a tenth of what the young man had gotten them for, thus he just decided to loan them, hoping that a spectator would be marvelled by them and buy them like he was. Unfortunately, things did not go quite as planned.

The proud warriors of the arena looked down upon gauntlets, so much that they were not chosen, not even once.

"Kai! Look! The match is about to start!" said the young man in a quick attempt to change the topic of discussion.

The light jewel that lit up the room had turned orange, which meant the fight was about to start. Kai grunted and looked at the arena. Dissatisfaction plastered on his face.

This was a very important match for them. Their household was running out of money, thus they had come here looking for a potential gladiator. It was no secret that the owners of well-known gladiators were quite wealthy.

As a last resort, Kai had thought of getting Tate and Yahd, although the arena was refusing to sell the duo, Kai was positive that he could succeed in changing their minds. He had brought with him 30 gold coins, 10 of which had already been used to buy the purple-haired boy, so now only 20 were left. This was virtually all the money they could freely use.

This was far more than enough to buy Yahd and Tate, especially considering their age. Kai was convinced that the duo would win this bout and that he would be able to buy them, securing his young master's financial future.

As Kai and the young man looked on, waiting for the match to start, the unexpected occurred.

The purple-haired boy woke up!

Overjoyed, the young man jumped out of his seat and started doing fist pumps. Kai saw his young master act like an i***t with a wry smile on his face.

There is no point in being happy because he is about to die.

Kai did not want to ruin his young master's moment, so he merely stood there and observed what was happening. Thinking that there would not be anything else to be surprised about, Kai looked on at the proceedings.

Then another strange twist of fate occurred, one that shocked even Kai, to the point where his jaw dropped.

The purple-haired boy had chosen those gauntlets as his weapons!

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AN: Damn, I wish I had a servant, someone who would do whatever I wanted...what would be the first thing you would have your servant do? Mine would write as I dictated lazily in my bed...

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As Kai stood there shocked, his Master was in a similar position. The young man had also seen the purple-haired boy head for the gauntlets. The two just stood there, doing nothing. It wasn't until the purple-haired boy had worn the gauntlets that one of them spoke.

"Kai, do you believe in destiny?"

"No young master."

"If not destiny then what are we looking at?"

"A coincidence young master, merely a coincidence."

"Humph." The young man snorted in disdain at Kai's response. He sat back into his chair and focused on the arena, curious as to what the purple-haired boy would do next. Although Kai would not have admitted it, he too was curious.

There were plenty of other weapons left on the walls to choose from. Although only shabby ones were left, there were still quite a few that would be more useful than gauntlets.

Gauntlets were not a popular weapon amongst such fights, due to the fact that all the contestants had their cultivation sealed. They had to rely on pure combat. No mana, no qi. Gauntlets had neither range nor projectiles and offered little to protect one's body with.

One sword could block 5 swords but one hand could not even block 5 fists. Not to mention that they offered little offensive assistance.

These gauntlets were somewhat famous in the arena. Many fighters knew of their hardness. These particular gauntlets did offer a good defence, but these were not free battles. These were competitive deathmatches. Fighting defensively would not help one kill his/her opponent.

Due to such reasons, no one would choose them. So Kai, unlike his dim-witted Master, thought carefully about why the purple-haired boy would choose such a weapon, and so quickly at that.

He also adjusted very well to his situation. He looks quite calm and relaxed, albeit being a little surprised at his surroundings.

Kai analyzed the boy's every move.

His Master on the other hand noticed something odd.

"Kai, isn't there a way for me to be able to hear what they are saying?"

Kai snapped out of his intense gaze. "Yes, there is, excuse me."

Kai reached to the side of the little room where a few knobs were. After rotating one, their booth was now able to hear what was being said in the arena.

"Wow, I can hear them so well! It is as if I am in the arena myself!" said the young man, marvelled.

Through the use of certain spells, this effect was achieved. Kai was about to explain this fact when he heard a shout.

"All of the walking corpses in this arena! Face me immediately!"

Kai and his Master looked for the source of the shout, only to see it was the purple-haired boy.

All of the contestants who were readying themselves were caught off guard; they looked toward his direction with a confused look on most of their faces. The purple-haired boy smiled and nodded when he saw that he had everyone's attention.

"Listen up. The first person to die by my hands today will have an incredible honour! That honour will be that person will be the first person slain by my hands! If you name yourself and volunteer your life without resistance, then I will name you as the first man or woman who fell by my hands and history will forever remember you! Tell me, friends, what greater glory is there than this?"

Kai and his Master were utterly astonished. There was only one word to describe such an audacious act. Arrogance, pure and unbridled arrogance!

As the other combatants were reacting to the purple-haired boy's bold statement, Kai and his Master were silent.

They were still digesting what they were seeing. Kai had a serious frown on his face, whereas his Master wanted to speak but could not think of anything to say.

"Stop!"

That was when they heard Tate shout. They saw the giant man head toward the purple-haired boy; both swallowed their saliva in anticipation. The air in the room was so intense it felt hard to breathe.

When Tate arrived in front of the purple-haired boy, he lifted up his sword and plunged it headfirst into the ground, kneeling afterwards.

"Sir, my humble name is Tate. I humbly ask if you would allow me to have the honour of being the first life you will take with your own hands."

Tate's words were like thunder, resonating in the ears of everyone watching.

"K-Kai, what the heck is happening?"

"Young master, you should not speak in such an unrefined manner," said Kai while trembling.

Before Kai and his Master had time to digest what was happening before them, Tate did the unthinkable. With incredible force, he drew his sabre from the ground and turned around. Beginning a one-way s*******r, starting with a pair that used axes, their heads had already been sent flying before they knew what was happening.

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What on earth is happening?

In front of Bastian, a one-way m******e was happening. The giant and his companion were destroying the competition. Every head was flying and blood was splattering. Intestines rolled out of corpses which had eyes opened in disbelief.

Before Bastian could react to the giant's proclamation, it had just started randomly killing people from nowhere. Although this was what was supposed to be happening, the events that had led to this outcome made this somewhat confusing.

As he saw the s*******r, Bastian realized something.

Ah, my experience!

As far as Bastian was concerned, this was a game, and the people in front of him had experience. He would use them to level up. Back on earth, Bastian was an online gamer, so he decided to think of it this way, hoping it would get him used to seeing atrocities sooner.

Yet when the giant and his partner started their s*******r, Bastian was surprised. None of it bothered him.

From the gore to the agonizing screams to the savageness, even the rancid smell of blood felt normal to him.

Shouldn't I be reacting in some way? Why does this not bother me?

Bastian wanted to think more about the issue when he saw that only one pair of fighters was left. It was the giant and his friend.

Damn it I forgot about my precious experience!

Bastian completely ignored the blood-soaked surroundings and walked up to the giant and his companion.

"You bastard! My experience!" shouted Bastian.

The giant man looked at Bastian confused for a second.

"Young warrior, why are you angry? I merely cleared out the trash so that our fight would go unimpeded." said the giant in a relaxed manner.

Bastian was about to retort when he felt the chain at his feet yanking at him. He looked at the source and saw that the white-haired boy was now awake, standing.

His body swayed side to side, giving one the impression that he might collapse soon, yet that never happened, in fact, quite the opposite occurred.

"Argh!"

The boy let out a crazy scream, his eyes were red and his body was still shivering uncontrollably.

Snap. I had forgotten about that guy.