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Surviving in a F*cked-Up Fantasy World Chapter 2

Colosseum

Day 1 as a slave in the massive Colosseum, which looks like something straight out of Italian heritage.

 

The moment I stepped inside, I got beaten up.
The reason? Apparently, my eyes looked disrespectful.
Damn it, I was just born with this face.

 

After that, I was thrown into a filthy, stinking room with kids who seemed just as unlucky as me.

I miss the rundown shack and the slop I used to eat once a day.

 

Day 2.

Got beaten up again today.
Not by guards this time, but by the kids in the room.

 

Those bastards… I barely ignored a few of their questions, and about ten of them stomped on me.

Eventually, a cleaner found me and dragged me off to solitary confinement.

 

Not the ones who hit me—me. Apparently, it’s easier to categorize that way.

 

Day 3.

For some reason, they gave me proper bread today.
It was insanely delicious.

 

Then came my first match.

They handed me a cheap dagger and shoved me into the Colosseum.

 

My opponent?

A goblin, something I’d never seen since reincarnating in this world.
Somehow, I managed to stab it and take it down.

 

Day 7.

Spent three days lying half-dead in solitary, then got drenched with cold water and forced back to my senses.

This is when I learned that a rusty blade could easily kill you.

 

Those bastards patched me up just enough, claiming I’d fought well.

 

Day 14.

I’ve been fighting goblins every day.

 

Word is, I’m now part of a regular Colosseum event.
Apparently, it’s drawing a decent crowd.

 

These barbaric medieval lunatics actually enjoy watching a kid armed with a shoddy dagger fight goblins.
This world is insane.

 

Day 21.

Moved from solitary to a shared dormitory.
They say I’ll start receiving training. Could things actually improve?

 

Day 24.

Training is brutal as hell. Damn it.

 

Day 37.

Turns out, they made the training so intense for a reason.
Now I have to fight two goblins.

 

It’s four times harder, damn it.

 

Day 72.

Being the Colosseum’s “popular kid” has one perk.
I get more food.

 

Whatever their intentions, they’re clearly planning to keep me alive for now.

They’ve been feeding me chunks of meat (from who-knows-what creatures) and bread. I wolf it down anyway.

 

Day 73.

Got food poisoning. Damn bastards.

 

Day 80.

They’ve been feeding me well, and today’s opponent was bigger than usual.
I heard it was an orc with a growth defect.

 

Where do they even find these things? Damn monsters.

 

Day 83.

Today, I faced five kobolds.

One bit my thigh, but the nasty medicine they gave me worked quickly.

 

Day 85.

I thought it was weird how they gave me medicine so willingly.

Ever since I took it, my body’s felt off—constant fever, dizziness, like I’m dying.

I don’t even remember anything from yesterday.

 

Day 90.

I’m absurdly strong now.

 

Day 125.

Met a man they call a Colosseum Champion candidate.

They say he’s a former knight.

The guy oozes arrogance.

 

Day 131.

 

I ran into him again.
After some back and forth, he offered to teach me swordsmanship.

 

Day 143.

 

This man is a true mentor—a savior, even!
He gave me the softest soup I’ve ever tasted.

It was the best meal I’ve had since being reincarnated into this world.

 

*

 

“And now it’s Day 1532.”

 

Scratching a mark on the wall with a pebble, I muttered quietly.

 

“What are you mumbling about?”
“Nothing important.”

 

My voice, deepened by an early puberty, answered.

It’s hard to get used to hitting puberty twice in one lifetime.

 

“You little brat, always so cheeky.”

 

The person talking to me is Alden, the Colosseum Champion.

 

Three years ago—or was it longer?

 

My memory’s hazy—

I first met him by chance in the Colosseum barracks.

 

Somehow, we kept crossing paths, and now he’s taken it upon himself to train me.

 

Sure, the Colosseum runs its own “training programs”, but those are more like torture.

What Alden teaches me is entirely different.

 

“How’s your progress?”
“It’s hard as hell.”

 

About a year ago, he started teaching me the Aura training method he uses.

Just hearing the name makes it sound valuable, so I’ve always wondered why he’d teach it to me.

 

“You said you could feel something, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then you’re making insane progress.”
“Sure, if you say so.”

 

He claims I’m improving quickly, but honestly, it’s so faint I can barely notice it.

Plus, I have to train in secret to avoid the Colosseum staff finding out, so I hardly get enough practice time.

 

“Anyway, today I’ll teach you some killer spear techniques. Follow me.”

 

Still, everything Alden teaches is top-notch, and I’m satisfied with each lesson.

 

Even though I learned martial arts professionally in my previous life, Alden’s methods from this world clearly surpass anything I knew before.

 

“Hah, you pick things up fast, don’t you?”
“Thanks.”
“Thanks? What am I, your friend?”

 

Thanks to him, I’ve grown stronger at an incredible rate.

If I hadn’t met Alden, I wouldn’t have survived the monstrous opponents the Colosseum throws at me.

 

“You’d make a decent knight back in my country.”
“…Really?”
“Not that it matters now—it’s gone.”

 

Alden was a war slave.

 

He was a knight from a kingdom that fell in war.

 

Unlike me, dragged here because I got unlucky, Alden is in a league of his own—a warrior who fought to protect his homeland until its final days.

 

“Be careful. The management’s been acting crazy lately. Probably because viewership is dropping.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed too.”
“I knew something was up the moment they threw a kid against an orc.”

 

That “kid” was me.

I nearly died that day.

 

“But shouldn’t you be more cautious?”
“Me?”
“Your fights are getting tougher.”

 

Alden is the Champion.

And he’s been the Champion for three years.

 

With immense popularity and rising expectations, he’s constantly forced to fight stronger opponents.

 

“I can handle it.”

“But what about the restraint?”

 

Alden fights with a shackle on his ankle that suppresses his knightly aura.

Who knows where they got such a device? Because of it, every fight he enters comes with a built-in handicap.

 

“The guys running this place? A single sword is all I need to deal with them.”

 

Still, he always speaks to me with that calm, confident smile.

 

“I’ve told you, haven’t I? What the best ending is for a gladiator?”
“…Buying your own freedom?”
“That’s right, kid. I’ve been saving up quite a lot.”

 

Most gladiators are former slaves, treated as disposable entertainment.

But for someone like Alden—a Champion—it’s a different story.

 

He’s wealthy by gladiator standards.

He can afford to treat me to soup, for one thing. His winnings, though modest, add up, and as Champion, he also receives sponsorships from nobles.

 

“If worse comes to worst, getting purchased by a high-ranking noble isn’t the worst fate.”
“That’s still slavery, though.”
“You don’t get it, do you? Someone like me—a former knight and long-standing Champion—has an insanely high price tag.
“…I see.”
“By then, even the nobles would treat me well. Good food, comfortable beds—it wouldn’t be so bad.”

 

It still feels like slavery to me, no matter how you dress it up.

But even so, it sounds far better than staying here.

 

Maybe I shouldn’t bother with any escape plans.

Maybe I should just go along with it.
This world isn’t as bad as I initially thought.

 

Sure, people watch gladiator fights as entertainment, but doesn’t that just mean the middle-class citizens in the capital are wealthy enough to spend money and time on leisure?

 

Given that this kingdom crushed Alden’s homeland, it’s not surprising. The disparity makes perfect sense.

 

That just means the kingdom is incredibly powerful.

 

It’s probably second only to the Empire, which claims dominion over the continent.

 

“Anyway, I’ll be leaving this place soon, so don’t start crying because I’m gone.”
“That won’t happen.”
“You’re no fun, brat. Still, don’t forget anything I taught you.”
“Got it. Live well out there.”

 

Even so, Alden was my benefactor.

 

I genuinely hoped he’d escape this place and live the good life he dreamed of.

 

But then…

 

 

A few days later.

 

“An ogre?”
“Yeah, these crazy bastards somehow got their hands on one.”

 

Alden mentioned it with a smirk, but I was stunned.

 

“…Isn’t that an insanely dangerous monster?”
“Of course it is. Honestly, I doubt even they can handle it.”

 

In the three years I’ve been here, I’ve seen all kinds of monsters.

 

The usual goblins, kobolds, and orcs.
Strange beasts like werewolves or lions the size of houses.

 

But an ogre? That’s a whole different level.

 

Normally, it’s the undisputed king of the mountains—a creature no ordinary person, especially one without aura, should even think about fighting.

 

“They say they cut off one of its wrists as a handicap. Let’s see how well it fights.”

 

Yet Alden remained as calm and composed as ever, completely unfazed.

 

“…Good luck.”
“Why so serious? Don’t worry, I’m not going to die. I’m going to live freely, no matter what.”

 

And so, as if he were a character in a novel doomed to die after saying such lines, Alden confidently walked into battle.

 

“What?”
“He ran away. That insane guy broke him shackle and bolted!”

 

News spread that the he broke his restraints and escaped—right in the middle of what was supposed to be the Colosseum’s most hyped match, with all kinds of nobles in attendance.

 

…That shackle could even be broken?
I guess he really was a monster.

 

“You bastard!”
“We spent so long preparing this legendary match!”

 

Chaos erupted among the staff as they scrambled to deal with the aftermath of Alden’s escape.

 

But I had no strong feelings about it.
Actually, I felt a bit relieved.

 

Running away is better than dying.

 

I hoped Alden made it across the border, free at last, and that he would live the life he wanted.

 

A few days later.

 

“You trained under Alden, didn’t you? Congratulations! You’re the new Champion candidate!”

 

The Colosseum, desperate to fill the void left by their runaway Champion, decided I would be his replacement.

 

And so began the true hell.

 

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Surviving in a F*cked-Up Fantasy World

Surviving in a F*cked-Up Fantasy World

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
The world I was reincarnated in was too f*cked up to be a fantasy world.

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