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…… It's the smell.

I craned my chin and sniffed near my chest. I don't know when there is a fresh smell on my body...... No, I noticed it before, but I missed it because I was used to the smell.

Now the smell suddenly got worse.

Collar...... Is it the smell of collars?

Just thinking about it, I felt a tingling pain in my neck.

The collar wraps around the inside of the neck and appears to stick out of a thin object that pierces under the skin — the sharp object is retracted after a micromillimeter of penetration, without hurting the artery. Also, some of the medicine is left before the needle leaves...... The smell of the potion is the smell of the collar itself. The flavor is transported from the inside of the container to the outside, and suddenly it becomes distinct and spreads.

The potion spread through my body, and as if it were its effect, my heart began to beat faster.

I felt that the blood vessels covering the muscles and other tissues in my body were slightly enlarged, and my consciousness, which had been lost by anesthesia, was gradually concentrated, and my strength suddenly appeared from the inside out.

My whole body energy is inexplicably boiling, and the heat brings mania.

I'm guessing the beast on the other side feels the same thing.

Perhaps because of the different species, when it entered, I saw that the prop that restrained it was not a "thorn vine", but an iron mesh covering its whole body and flooding it with electricity. Its body is not like I am stereotyped, but like a soft jelly.

Therefore, as long as it wants to drill through the crack of the iron fence through its soft body, as soon as the iron mesh dragged on its body touches the iron grid, it will erupt with blue electricity. It can only retract its jelly-like body in fear.

It was constantly electrocuted, and its consciousness must have been drowsy.

However, it has the same collar as me. The potions that would invigorate it must have been infused into it.

As mentioned above, it is jelly-like and about two meters in size. Its body is made up of transparent tissue that is aqua blue. The landscape on the opposite side looked like it was sinking to the bottom of the water, covered with a layer of ripples of flowing water.

In the center of its body floats a pure black "nucleus", and the collar encircled on it is engraved with the number XXy13B, like a mirage shaking.

"Look, is that black guy a beast?"

「…… Huh, she looks like a normal girl. 」

"Didn't you see the introduction of the Race Beast? That's the rare Beast King. The beast kings and daughters are all like that. Previously, the radio station in the capital of the Venola Empire was occupied, and a guy like her introduced herself in this way, and mentioned that she was a pioneer in human evolution, because she ate a ...... What fruit, right?"

"That's a lie. What ...... a beast that looks like a human?"

"That's right, if there is still human wisdom, it's terrifying, and the beast just needs to be a tool of human beings for our entertainment. 」

"Two noble ladies, that's true, I've seen it with my own eyes. Because of work...... As for the content, I can't disclose it. Believe it or not, decide for yourself. 」

"However, if that's true, the one in the middle of the arena below has a somewhat different appearance than the picture of the flyer. The hair is black. 」

"My good sister, that's true. 」

"You can just take a fan to cool off and wait patiently for the person in charge of the venue to explain. The Adjudicator of the White Mask must know ...... better than we do. 」

…… It was a strange conversation between two ladies dressed in costume and a man with a strong physique who seemed to be a soldier.

The atmosphere of discussion among the audience was very lively.

…… At this moment, a deep voice dissipated the noisy atmosphere through the loudspeaker.

The owner of the casino, the white-faced adjudicator, picked up the microphone.

He spoke fluently and quickly, and his words were seductive, and the sporadic whispers of the audience in the venue quickly stopped and focused on him. It took only ten seconds for the white-faced adjudicator to catch everyone's eyes.

The adjudicator of the White Mask, as he called it, does hang the White Mask upright on his face.

The mask emoji is a smiley face. Like the smile of the upside-down crescent moon, the sharp corners on both sides of the upturned face seem to touch the left and right ears as if they are about to cross the edge of the mask. The impression is ominous, but it is not repulsive, but has an indescribable mystery.

The white-faced adjudicator was dressed in a striking dark red robe, decorated with silver like a cloth full of stars, and a beige fluff sewn across the collar that covered a U-shape across the upper neck. As soon as he waved his hand, the long sleeves of his coat hung down like a red wave in the wind.

It took him a moment to tell me where I came from.

….… A stunted mutilated species, the Beast King.

It seems that I was born with dark hair and fragile teeth, which means "crippled" to "them", but my "encyclopedia in the brain" shows that nothing is broken. "Mutilation" is the subjective identification of the majority of people who are similar to themselves and the parts that are different from them. As for the encyclopedia, the idea is the opposite. It is also based on subjectivity, but it is believed that since it is a minority, it should be recognized as "rare" and should belong to "unique beauty".

The white-faced adjudicator raised his left hand and looked down at the beast in the same square as me, and spat out the introductory lines fluently:

"The Beep Vula Digestive Worm is responsible for assisting the casino itself, the bacteria that Beep Vula digests food. Even though it's a bacteria, it's a kind of beast, and as you can see, it's huge. It is born in the stomach, grows in the stomach, and spends its life in the stomach for the "symbiotic beep" to accelerate the fermentation and decay of food so that it can absorb nutrients. Since we captured that creature, it has devoured, grinded, and digested hundreds of beasts that confronted it. Beasts with skin as hard as rocks are not good for the outside. Today, a new challenge has appeared in front of it—the Beast King, will its endless appetite be able to devour the other party as before?"

The white-faced man took off his hat like a gentleman and bent down to salute, bowing deeply, and the scene immediately fell into the cheers and applause of the audience.

…… The man in the black top hat and the red robe...... There was a familiarity to his scent...... No, it's not the smell of his body itself, it's the slight smell left over from his robe, and according to the intensity, maybe it's been a while since it was stained.