My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Losing all his strength and abilities in an instant, before Lin Mo could even react, Huan Yu spoke again.

"captivity."

The two words floated out lightly, and pink light exploded from her fingertips, transforming into a semi-transparent sphere of light that enveloped Lin Mo.

The inner wall of the sphere of light was filled with countless subtle auras of the laws of pleasure.

Each line trembled slightly, emitting a very faint hum, similar to distant laughter.

The soldiers stepped forward and surrounded the ball of light, with the tips of more than a dozen spears aimed at Lin Mo inside the ball.

Lin Mo stood in the center of the sphere of light, his black robe fluttering slightly in the breeze seeping into the sphere's inner wall, but his expression had returned from shock to his usual indifference.

He coldly observed the soldiers standing guard outside the sphere of light, his fingers still gripping the hilt of the black sword, not letting go.

The light and shadow of pleasure flickered slightly in mid-air before dissipating into a wisp of golden dust.

At the same time, the inside of the sphere of light slowly deformed and bulged, forming a naked upper body of pleasure.

She gazed at Lin Mo and a charming smile appeared on her lips.

"Outsider, it seems you're quite capable."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Lin Mo's chest.

Her nails were painted a gradient pink that matched her long hair, and her fingertips were soft and warm, carrying an extremely delicate floral fragrance.

Lin Mo raised his hand and pushed her hand away, the force not strong, but decisive enough.

The crisp snap was particularly clear in the confined space of the light sphere.

Huan Yu paused for a moment, looked down at her hand that had been slapped away, and then laughed.

Laughing, he turned and left the sphere of light, arriving in front of the crowd in the square.

At this moment, a soldier knelt before the sphere of light: "Lord Huanyu, what should be done with this person?"

She turned to look at the captain of the soldiers surrounding the orb of light, speaking casually as if she were arranging the menu for the evening.

"Send him to the arena, this little guy is quite amusing."

After saying that, the light and shadow completely disappeared, and the light screen turned into a wisp of golden dust and merged into the air.

The soldiers used the shafts of their spears to lift the orbs of light and marched along the street toward the giant casino in the very center of the island.

Inside the sphere of light, time became blurred and indistinct.

Lin Mo sat cross-legged in the center of the sphere of light, the black sword resting on his knees, and closed his eyes.

There is no view of the outside world from here; only an endless expanse of pink light.

There was no sound, no smell, and no reference point to judge the passage of time.

After an unknown amount of time, the faint sound of two soldiers chatting could be heard outside the sphere of light.

The sound seeped in from a certain direction through the light barrier, muffled, as if someone were speaking through several layers of blankets.

"Hmm, this is the prison of the human race...tsk, these are the only ones left."

"Yeah, humans are too weak. They take dozens of lives to go into battle, and we're really short on them. The last batch didn't even last three games before they were all gone. I lost several games because of that."

"This one doesn't look very good either. It's all white and clean. I bet it'll be crushed into mud in the first round."

"That's not necessarily true. Lord Huanyu himself said that this kid is interesting, and he might be able to last two or three rounds."

"Give me a break, he's as skinny as a bamboo pole."

……

Listening to their conversation, Lin Mo felt the light wall begin to tremble violently, and countless cracks spread upwards from the bottom of the light wall before the entire light sphere shattered with a roar.

Pink fragments swirled around him, reflecting a few last glimmers of light before dissipating into the air.

He landed steadily on the hard stone floor, his knees slightly bent, making almost no sound.

This is a dark, gloomy cage.

The room was surrounded by thick iron railings, beyond which lay even deeper darkness, with only a few faint rays of light filtering through the gaps in the railings.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and rust, and there were several dried, dark red drag marks on the ground beneath our feet.

A dozen or so men were gathered in the cage, some sitting and some standing. They were all shirtless, muscular, and covered with old and new scars.

They saw the orb of light shatter and Lin Mo land, but they only glanced at it before looking away and continuing with their own business.

Some people were carving tally marks on the wall with stones, some were doing squats in place, and some were just leaning against the wall with their heads up and closing their eyes to rest.

No one spoke, no one approached; everyone lived in their own silence.

Lin Mo frowned, but didn't initiate a conversation.

He walked to a corner of the cage, sat down with his back against the wall, placed the black sword across his knees, closed his eyes, and began to examine the condition of his body.

The boost from the attribute value has completely disappeared.

There are no attribute bonuses, no skills, no talents, and no rules.

He tried to activate the killing field, but there was no response.

Thousand-Eyed Cage, no response.

Enabling blurring still yielded no response.

He is now just an ordinary person, exactly the same as he was three months ago when he was squeezing onto the subway on Earth.

The only difference is that he now also has a black sword.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly; the marks he had worn into it were still familiar, and the weight of the sword still pressed against his knees.

As long as he has the black sword, he is not completely powerless.

Moreover, the deprivation of pleasure seems to apply only to him personally; the souls of Judgment and the God of War can still freely enter and exit the Black Sword.

Sure enough, the voice of the Goddess of Judgment resounded deep within his consciousness, her tone carrying undisguised solemnity.

"Tsk, this ability of pleasure is really troublesome. She can set the rules for this area and then enforce them. Depriving someone of their strength and imprisoning them are not her own offensive power, but the rules she set for this space. As long as you are still on this island, you must abide by her rules. This is not a curse, not a seal, but the rules themselves, unless you can leave this island."

The God of War's voice also chimed in, deep and rough, with a hint of gritted teeth.

"This woman is more troublesome than a blood grinder."

We need to find a way to solve this problem.

The goddess of judgment lowered her voice, as if she were in thought.

Just then, a heavy hand slapped Lin Mo's shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, carrying a hint of provocative provocation.

A rough, hoarse voice came from above: "Hey, newbie."

Lin Mo opened his eyes and raised his head.

Standing in front of me was a burly man over two meters tall, bald, with high brow bones and an old scar on his nose that stretched from the corner of his left eye to his chin.

His upper body was bare, his chest and abdominal muscles bulged almost exaggeratedly, and his arms were as thick as two stone pillars.

Behind him stood five or six equally burly men, each with their arms crossed, sizing up Lin Mo with hostile eyes.

Lin Mo frowned: "Is there something you need?"

The burly man chuckled, "Nobody knows if they'll survive tomorrow in this place. You look so delicate, how about we brothers have some fun?"

Lin Mo said impatiently, "Get lost."

Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, the burly man not only did not get angry, but instead grinned lewdly.

"I just love your kind of wildcat."