Still even within my clouded thoughts, I tried to make sense of what had happened.
"Have I really transmigrated Into the world of Sage?"
It was impossible, yet the evidence was right in front of me.
The red hair, the strength, the chains—everything pointed to this body being a Hercules tribe member.
This new body felt different, more powerful than my old one, yet I was trapped in a situation that felt all too unrealistic.
Before I could contemplate further, a rough voice shattered my thoughts.
"Oi, bastard! Get up!"
A guard stood outside my cell, his expression full of disdain.
Without another word, he unlocked the cell door and stormed in. I wanted to ask him where was I.
But before I could ask a single question, he yanked the chain connected to my collar and hurled me onto the ground.
My back hit the cold stone floor, knocking the air out of my lungs.
"Move!"
he barked, dragging me forward by the chain.
I didn't try to resist, as I was still adjusting to this new reality.
The iron links rattled as I was being pulled up a stairway, my knees scraping against the rough stone steps.
It hurts a lot. But I did nothing... only observing my surroundings.
The light at the top of the staircase grew brighter with each step, and soon a terrible feeling settled in my gut.
"Where am I being taken?"
I thought but kept silent, realizing that questioning my captor would do no good.
The moment we stepped into the open air, my eyes widened in awe of what was in front of me.
A massive coliseum was right in front of my eyes, eerily similar to the Roman arenas I had read about.
The roar of a huge crowd filled my ears as the sun shone down mercilessly.
"No… this can't be…"
The realization struck like a bolt of lightning—I was in the Meditaian Empire's gladiator arena.
Then I saw something within the arena.
My heart pounded, as I took in the horrifying sight before me.
A beast, massive as an elephant, snarled in the center of the arena.
Its monstrous face, sharp fangs, and thick hide made my blood run cold.
The ground beneath it trembled as it stomped forward, ready to tear apart anything in its path.
A voice boomed across the coliseum, signaling the start of the next match. The crowd roared in excitement, anticipating a bloodbath. The guard next to me sneered.
"Your luck's run out, kid. Last time you survived, but that luck's gone now. Let's see how long you last this time around. "
I stared at him, confused.
"Last time?"
What the hell is he talking about?
Then two soldiers stepped forward with a nasty personality, grinning at me.
Than quickly shoving a rusty sword and a battered shield into my hands.
Without warning, my captor pushed me forward—off the ledge and onto the battle-scarred sands of the arena.
The world slowed as I hit the ground, dust rising around me.
I barely had time to steady myself before a deafening roar filled the air.
The beast had spotted me. Its eyes locked onto mine, filled with the instinct to kill.
My breath hitched, my mind raced, and I gripped the sword tightly.
This was simply unrealistic predicament I was in right now.
And the only way out was to fight...
But can a regular guy like even stand a chance...against this beast.
To be continued...