Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0048 Ma? Mama!

Gladiator slaves... Zhou Yun gritted his teeth, his head spinning, the scene before him spreading like ink, swirling like a vortex.

He could barely make out that the gladiator's body was standing at the bottom of a gravel arena, surrounded by high walls made of brick and stone. Extending outward from the high walls were layers of seating platforms, like spirals, vortexes, or paths to a different world.

Zhou Yun could hear the bloodthirsty cheers of the audience, but he couldn't see their faces clearly. A certain force field, a hazy force field like twilight, enveloped the stage, making the voices of the audience indistinct. When they cheered in excitement, they almost looked like a group of distorted ghosts.

Blood... vortex... blood... everything before Zhou Yun's eyes remained chaotic and disordered... curtain...

He heard the roars of bloodthirsty beasts...

"Wake up, kid!" A roar rang out in front of Zhou Yun.

An older man with a thick, white beard and scars all over his face and body stood in front of Zhou Yun. He wore a half-covered brass helmet and only simple leather armor on his upper body. He held a small round shield in one hand and a longsword in the other.

A monster with a dog's head, fiery eyes, sharp horns, and fur that shimmered with a metallic sheen rushed towards the old man. Zhou Yun almost thought it was a demon... No, it wasn't a demon; it was a beastman.

The beastman brandished his crude weapon at the old man, who, with unparalleled skill, ducked and deflected the attack with his small round shield. His longsword left a bloody gash in the beastman's chest.

But there wasn't just one beastman present. Another beastman, with even more wounds, lunged at the old man from the side—Zhou Yun quickly realized that this was a duel between two people, one against one beastman.

The one with more wounds was the old man's opponent, while the one with almost no wounds was Zhou Yun's opponent; the old man was helping him fight the enemy...

The dizziness gradually subsided as the body adapted to the impact of warp energy.

The curtains here were so thin that Zhou Yun thought he was standing on an altar where a sacrifice was being performed. Originally, this body did not have any psychic talents, so it would not have caused him any trouble. However, after Zhou Yun entered this body, the psychic talents from the diviner, scholar, and archaeologist were simultaneously superimposed on the gladiator's body. The intense psychic impact made it difficult for his nerves to adapt.

To put it simply, the spiritual energy in this place was too pure, and he overdid it.

But now, Zhou Yun has recovered.

The veil here is even thinner than that of Prospero, allowing this body to easily utilize psionic energy even without crossing realms...

Bright Feather School. Subspace Rapid.

Zhou Yun's cells were flooded with extraordinary power from the subspace, and his body instantly turned into a blur, disappearing in a flash amidst the flying sand.

When his figure regained its footing, he was holding the weapon the gladiator had just dropped to the ground, blood flowing from the not-so-sharp blade.

The beastman, whose body was covered in more wounds, clutched his throat and collapsed with a mournful howl.

There was a gash on his throat that almost cleaved his neck—Zhou Yun had imbued the sword with the Falcon School's psionic blade.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the air, followed by cheers from the audience.

"Citizens of Desia! A shocking scene has unfolded: the unicorn Bronzeeye from the southern jungle has actually died at the hands of a gladiator rookie."

A silver, spherical drone with an eye-like feature was filming Zhou Yun—the Eye of the Worm, or so the gladiator remembered it—emitting a piercing sound.

"Just now, we thought he was dead! Friends who bet on Zhou Yun, let's give our warrior a cheer!"

Bloodthirsty cheers erupted from the battlefield.

On the other side, the old man wielding a round shield and a longsword also plunged his blade into the chest of the beastman before him. He then kicked the beastman hard in the abdomen, and the beastman's body slid off his sword and fell heavily to the ground.

The old man, slightly out of breath, nodded to Zhou Yun in greeting.

Zhou Yun nodded in return, while observing the surrounding environment... About a dozen silver, eye-shaped spherical drones were hovering in mid-air.

"It seems our battle today has come to a conclusion. The victors are Zhou Yun from the mountains and Onomamus, the old bear from Urcham!"

The Worm Eye was still screaming, its voice awakening a fragment of the gladiator's memories...

The gladiator's memories were hazy; he seemed to have once lived in a tribe in these mountains, been captured and brought here to become a gladiator, and this was his first battle, easily taken by the beastman.

A sound of electricity surging rang out, and a bolt of electricity shot out from the worm's eye, piercing towards Zhou Yun.

But Zhou Yun moved aside a step earlier, and lightning grazed past him, landing on the sand.

The old man behind Zhou Yun was struck by the electric current, groaned, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Zhou Yun raised his head slightly and looked at the worm eyes in the air. Although his body had not yet fully adapted to the torrent of the subspace, his precognitive talent had begun to come into play, and he was already able to see the movements of these worm eyes one step ahead.

He moved swiftly and appeared beside the old man, intending to help him escape from the arena first.

Among the secondary psionic abilities of the Falcon School is one called "levitation," which allows a person to briefly float. In this place where the warp veil is so thin, perhaps he could use it...

Is the curtain getting thicker?!

Some kind of anti-subspace technology?

No, this is more like... the curtain's natural reaction after the ceremony...

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Zhou Yun suddenly turned around and caught the object that was shot at him in his mouth.

That's... a syringe?

There seemed to be some kind of shimmering liquid inside...

Anesthesia?

Just as Zhou Yun was pondering, another whooshing sound rang out.

Zhou Yun suddenly turned around and reached out to grab another needle that was being aimed at him.

No, this isn't a syringe; it doesn't have a needle.

Bang! !

The syringe shattered suddenly, and a mist carrying a faint medicinal smell rushed towards Zhou Yun's face, instantly making his body feel heavy.

It really is anesthesia!

Zhou Yun quickly activated the Bright Feather School's psionic spell "Cellular Control," beginning to manipulate the cells in his body to metabolize the anesthetic that had flooded in.

He sneered, "Anesthetic? You want to numb me? Do you think this place is—"

Why can't the anesthetic be metabolized?

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment. He realized that he seemed to have seen this scene in the previous prophecy...

Wait, could it be that this is... Oh my god...?

Zhou Yun slightly opened his mouth and uttered the name of this wretched place.

"Where is this... Nutheria... Ma...le...ge...?"

He collapsed onto the sand with a thud.