Ninth class citizen

Chapter 269 The Dust of History

The next second, Nan Rong's mind was filled with deafening rock music, a group of men with hoarse voices shouting at the top of their lungs:
"Alloy fangs shattered the moonlight."
Black thorns pierce the heart of hypocrisy!

Dancing on an electric shock floor!
Let the enemy's bones sing under the chainsaw!
I'll kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

No matter how loud the singing is, it's hard to fall asleep again.

Nan Rong roused himself and looked again at the three lines of golden characters, attempting to read them aloud in his mind with difficulty:
"Cosmic Energy. Generation of 42D Superstring Vibrations"

"Tear open the nebula's wounds!"
Drink deeply of the hops brewed from radioactive dust!
The broken blade exploded amidst the blood and rust, the loser.

Chew the word 'impossible' into dust!

I'll kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

"They all originate from the same source."

"Master? Master, would you like to continue listening to music?"

“.ZZZZZZZZ”

As dawn broke, Nan Rong sat up, feeling refreshed.

Washing up was unnecessary for the new slaves, as was breakfast.

But today was different; many slaves were clinging to the bars, peering longingly at the cell where Nan Rong was.

Steward Wu personally led a group to deliver a sumptuous breakfast, which included roasted shp meat, fried pig sausages, scrambled eggs with tiba fruit, freshly baked soft white bread, and natural ori juice, among other things. The aroma filled the entire slave quarters, making everyone's mouths water.

Nan Rong shared most of the bread and sausage with his two neighbors from Lata Star, while he quietly ate the rest of the food clean.

Steward Wu waited patiently for her to finish eating before personally leading her out, along with more than ten other slaves, to the outside of the arena's grille.

Nan Rong and two Lata Star prisoners of war were scheduled to appear last.

“Three-on-three battles,” Steward Wu said softly to her. “According to the rules, you should have been opponents. But I’ve made a slight adjustment to avoid putting you on the opposite side of your friends, which would have been very risky.”

Nan Rong raised her head and looked at the incessantly chattering Steward Wu.

Her pale face, bloodless lips, and the strong smell of blood emanating from her black clothes reminded her of the punishment that Mr. Carol had personally given her yesterday.

Clearly, this administrator with immense authority in the Blackthorn Arena endured the torture purely through physical endurance, without using any gene repair fluid or other medications for treatment.

Nan Rong finds it difficult to empathize with self-destructive people, but she understands that the other person is blatantly trying to win her over.

"Steward Wu, please be frank about what you need me to do?" Nan Rong asked calmly.

"No rush," the latter said, pleased with her understanding. "We'll talk about it after the competition."

Steward Wu wanted to curry favor, so he naturally went to great lengths. The short swords that Nan Rong and the other two received were all intact and sharpened, unlike the ones that were missing limbs before.

The gate opposite rose, and three burly men, their bodies completely encased in mechanical exoskeleton armor, stepped out.

In Nan Rong's field of vision, the physical fitness information of three people appeared immediately:
All three were mid-stage fourth-tier martial artists, and with the addition of their mechanical exoskeleton armor, their physical abilities had been elevated to the upper fifth-tier. But that wasn't the most important thing. The crucial point was that each of the three men's exoskeleton arms was equipped with a source energy blade, whose power was more than ten times greater than the alloy short swords they wielded.

The two comrades had excellent eyesight and could see the difference in strength and equipment between themselves and their opponents. However, they were battle-hardened warriors, and instead of showing any fear, they told Nan Rong to stay a little further away later to avoid being affected by the energy blades.

At the same time, information about the two opposing teams was also displayed on the large screen in front of the audience.

"My God, it's the renowned exoskeleton team!"

The audience erupted in cheers and jubilation.

"Am I dreaming? A morning session ticket can get me a match where the exoskeleton team is stomping on weaker opponents?"

"Blackthorn Arena is really spoiling its fans!"

"Speaking of which, these three new slaves aren't weak either; two of them are fourth-tier martial artists. Wait, what's up with that female slave? What kind of physical abilities does she have?!"

"Isn't that Nan Rong from yesterday morning's session? Let me tell you, she's no ordinary person. She killed three second-tier ringed fanged beasts with her bare hands!"

"Isn't that just equivalent to the fourth tier? But even if all three of them are fourth tier, they're still no match for the exoskeleton team, aren't they?"

“开盘了！外骨骼战队赔率1：1.1，新奴隶战队赔率1：2！双方全灭赔率1：4！请各位观众抓紧时间下注！”

"Is that even a question? It has to be the exoskeleton team!"

Countless viewers placed huge bets on the Exoskeleton team, while only a very small number of gamblers and a few viewers who watched Nan Rong's match yesterday chose the New Slave team.

Manager Wu watched the betting odds rise indifferently, his heart sinking into a chill.

From the moment he saw the gate on the other side rise and the exoskeleton armored team appear, he knew he was doomed.

His original opponents were all new slaves of the third or fourth rank. Although they were quite strong, they were just cannon fodder compared to Nan Rong and his two companions.

But it was the exoskeleton team that entered. In this arena that he managed entirely, the only one capable of causing such an accident was the young master himself.

He could even imagine how overjoyed his subordinates, who usually fawned over him, would be when they received orders directly from the young master.

Because it meant that he was no longer fully trusted by the young master and would soon be replaced by them.

The members of the exoskeleton team are all mid-level gladiators from Blackthorn. They have excellent teamwork and their combined strength can even rival that of a single high-level gladiator. They should not have appeared on the warm-up field in the morning at all.

The young master is clearly very busy, so why would he care about such a trivial matter as Nan Rong's opponent? Besides, he already knows about Nan Rong's talent in gene optimization, so he should have tacitly approved of her actions.
It must be said that Steward Wu knows Mr. Carol quite well.

That was indeed what the latter was thinking, but he didn't want to reveal it openly, lest he have trouble explaining it to the man in the black robe.

Therefore, he turned a blind eye to Steward Wu's double-dealing until he received the holographic communication from the man in black robes.

The latter, worthy of being the representative of that omniscient and omnipotent being, exposed everything as soon as he opened his mouth, including his attempt to use Nan Rong to synthesize gene optimizers, all of which had nowhere to hide in front of him.

At the end of the communication, the man in the black robe abandoned his usual gentle facade, his tone sharp and incisive:
"If the Carroll family continues to play these petty tricks, they will soon become dust in history—then they should be sure not to regret it!"