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Chapter 79 Your Highness, I'm Back

In the luxurious hall.

"No, I don't want to." Hegemony shook his head.

"What did you say?" Sir Simon thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.

"I am just a slave, not worthy of being your godson." Heracles said calmly.

Although his words were quite tactful, his calm eyes clearly showed no sense of inferiority as a slave.

And, no matter what, a refusal is a refusal
I was rejected by a slave?!

He doesn't even want to call me Godfather!
These words kept echoing in Simon Clay's mind, and he felt greatly insulted.

The Impaler, who once slaughtered an entire army with his own hands and strung countless soldiers into scarecrows without batting an eye, was now so angry that his face turned red.

Snapped.

The cup filled with twilight tea in his hand was crushed in an instant, and the porcelain fragments and tea spilled all over the floor.

At the same time, a surging torrent of blood-red magic power erupted from his body like fluttering blood-red ribbons. Although beautiful, it brought a huge pressure.

buzzing.

The entire hall began to shake, the murals tilted, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling teetered.

Looking at this scene, Hercules' expression became solemn.

Even though his strength has increased at least three times after his rebirth, Simon Clay in front of him still gives him a feeling of being unfathomable.

He began to wonder how many times he would need to be reborn in Nirvana to have the power to rival the Piercer, six, seven, or twelve?

"Sir, sir, calm down!" Benson advised in panic.

Simon turned a deaf ear.

"Sir, if this continues, these ornaments will be damaged and a lot of money will be wasted!" Benson looked at the famous paintings that fell to the ground with heartache and said with great sorrow.

The next moment, the torrent of magic dissipated instantly, and Sir Simon, an orthodox Clay man, finally suppressed his anger temporarily.

"You don't want this, you don't want that, what do you want?"

Simon's forehead veins popped out and he asked coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy could be sold for at least ten gold royals, he would have shot him and turned him into a scarecrow.

"I only hope that you can improve the lives of slaves, give us the right to stop killing each other, give us enough black bread, give us enough space to sleep without having to squeeze together, and give us the right to leave the dungeon and bask in the sun when the arena is empty."

Hegemony said in a deep voice.

He had this wish as early as last night when he was locked up in the slave dungeon and saw with his own eyes the miserable lives of the other slaves.

For him who couldn't even protect himself at that time, it was undoubtedly a delusion, but now it is different.

"You're wishful thinking. What if I don't agree?"

"Then I will refuse to play."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Simon looked at Hercules with murderous intent, his scarlet eyes looking as ferocious as if he wanted to eat someone.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Along with the whistling sound that pierced the air, several blood-red spears appeared out of thin air, and the sharp spear tips were pointed at Hercules' throat, heart, eyes, and other fatal parts.

It seemed as if the next moment, he would be pierced through the body by these spears and die.

"Death is not scary to me. Losing faith is losing everything for me." Hegeke said frankly.

After saying that, in front of Simon and Benson's incredible eyes, Heicx actually moved his body towards the tip of the gun on his own initiative, and even his eyes were pointed towards the tip of the gun without wavering.

Swish!
Every inch he advanced, the tip of his spear retreated an inch, and in the end, he remained unharmed. "Is it worth it, kid, for a group of slaves who have nothing to do with you and even wanted to kill you?"

Simon's face turned pale and he gasped.

Of course, he was not tired from operating these spears, but was panicked because he almost lost ten golden dragons.

"Someone always has to sacrifice for others. Why can't that person be me?" Hegemony whispered.

Simon was silent.

"I agree to your request, now get back to the dungeon where you belong!"

After a long time, he waved his hand impatiently to drive him away.

"Wait a minute, how did you come back to life in the arena today?"

Just as Hegemon was about to walk out of the hall, Simon recalled the strange scene on the field before, so he stopped him and asked.

Even after his chest and abdomen were cut open and his liver, kidneys and gallbladder were eaten clean, he could still regenerate. This terrifying regenerative ability has surpassed him, the incumbent vampire grand duke. Perhaps only a True Ancestor of a higher level can match it.

"I have a gift called Nirvana, which allows me to die once and be reborn."

Hegemony answered without turning his head, and then walked out of the hall. He was anxious to meet His Highness.

"Nirvana is indeed a great gift. It's a pity to use it in the arena." A trace of regret appeared on Simon's face.

Having participated in many wars, he certainly knew that this kind of gift was equivalent to an extra life on the battlefield and was more precious than any offensive gift.

It’s a pity that it only happens once. It would be better if it could happen multiple times. But how could there be such a powerful gift in the world?
Simon smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Lord Simon, do you really want to waste money to improve the lives of those slaves?" Seeing that Hegemon had left, Benson asked anxiously.

"Oh, the cells can be expanded by the slaves themselves, and the food is just some black bread mixed with sawdust. Sunbathing doesn't cost anything. All of this combined is less than one-tenth of what Hercules earns me from a single gladiatorial fight."

Simon glanced at Benson in surprise. He didn't expect that this junior was even more stingy with money than him. Not bad, not bad. He could be considered to have inherited Clay's good virtues.

"Lord Simon, you misunderstood. I'm not sad about the money, but..." Benson said slowly.

"The slaves' desires are like rolling stones on a mountain; once they start, they won't stop."

"When they're hungry, they just want to fill their bellies. But once they're full and exposed to the sun, they want freedom. We can't let that happen!"

Benson recounted his years of experience in managing slaves.

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable." Upon hearing that, Simon looked at him with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Originally, I only kept him because we were both from Clay, but now it seems that he is worth training.

"I understand what you said. Don't worry, it won't be long."

"This Hercules has already turned traitor. Let him fight for a few more months to earn some money. I will sell him at the grandest slave auction in the history of our slave city!"

"As for these slaves who have experienced a good life, the worst that can happen is that they are all replaced!" Simon's mouth corners slightly raised, and a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Your Excellency is wise!"

Spark Hall.

Hercules returned here with glory.

Looking at the black-haired young man who had been waiting at the long table, his handsome face was full of gratitude, no longer as calm as before.

boom!
His huge body, which was already two meters and eighty centimeters tall, suddenly knelt on one knee in front of the young man.

"Your Highness, I'm back." Hercules' tone was filled with deep respect, as if the young man in front of him was his god.

(End of this chapter)