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Eren opened his eyes, and immediately felt a mess in his head. Although the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info was self-inflicted, the pain caused by the chaos also made him deeply afraid.

Just last night, Alan ate an unknown tree species. Then my brain exploded all of a sudden, and I figured out many things that I didn't understand before, and remembered many things that I had forgotten a long time ago.

Not only that, but some memories that don't belong to me have also squeezed into my mind. That's what really confuses him. After all, your own memory can be slowly straightened out, but other people's memories are very confusing.

After a night of hard work, when the sun was about to rise, Alan finally passed out. I still have to face such a chaotic brain when I wake up, but the pain is much lighter than yesterday. Some of the memories also naturally have to be ordered.

These memories belong to a man called Chu He, who comes from an eastern country in a world called Earth. According to his memory, Chu He is an otaku, but his family background is not bad, so he has never starved to death. Curiously, in Chu He's memory, the world of Gaia, where Allen is located, is an online game. And the time period that Eren is in is just two years before the game takes place.

There are many interesting things on Earth that fascinate Allen, but Allen is more eager to make a career in Gaia. Even though Gaia may just be a game, Alan feels like his hometown.

But the status quo made him very unhappy. I didn't think there was anything wrong with staying in this kind of place before, but after eating that seed, Alan felt that it was very inappropriate. This is a country located in the southwest of the Gaia continent, and it is said to be a country, but in fact it is just an alliance led by an orc tribe. This country has a similar name to another of the great forces in another game that Chu River likes to play, called the Graystone Tribe.

The center of the Greystone tribe is called the Chaos Heights, which used to be not called that, but the War Heights. But since the death of Alan's grandfather, Warlord Rotak, the chief of the Orc War Tribe, there have been at least nineteen lords in the twenty-five years since the death of the orc war tribe. In the beginning, the Greystone tribe would also appoint lords to manage the area, but when the other races of the tribe began to fight for this territory, the Graystone tribe did not intervene here because of political issues.

Allen's mother was a drake-orc, and Rotak was a hero of the orcs who was famous throughout the tribe. He once banished the black dragon that lived in the Troubled Highlands and forcibly married a female black dragon. It's a pity that most drakes are stupid by nature, and Ellen's mother is no exception. After Rotharch's death, Alan's mother was taken captive by the orc lords, and soon there was Alan. But less than half a year after Allen was born, Allen's parents died in the war.

Today, Alan lives in an arena. In the existing territory of the Greystone Tribe, the dangerous sport of fighting beasts has long been popular. And in the chaotic era, some lords like to watch people fight in the arena. After the Horde lost its domination over the Chaos Heights, the Arena appeared.

Alan has been living a difficult life because he is not producing. But his strong physique attracted the attention of some slavers, who tricked Eren into becoming a slave. Life in the arena is no better than it used to be, and it's a hell here, except for allowing the winners to eat all-you-can-eat.

However, Alan had never thought about this before, so he stayed in this arena for three years. Fierce battles have been fought every day since the age of sixteen, making this already extraordinary body even more terrifying. Although it does not have the exaggerated muscles of Mr. Bodybuilder, it has restrained and hard muscles.

It's just that due to his unenlightened mind, no matter how many battles he has experienced, Eren still hasn't become a professional warrior. Obviously, he has been wielding a wooden stick weighing more than 60 kilograms for more than three years, but he has not comprehended a single combat skill.

Fortunately, now that his mind has been opened, Alan does not plan to stay in this hell any longer. He looked at the position of the sun outside the bars, it was about three o'clock in the morning in Gaia. Gaia's time is different from Earth's, and although it is still measured in hours, minutes, and seconds, there are no twenty-four hours in a day.

The day in Gaia is divided into seven periods: early morning, early morning, noon, afternoon, dusk, late evening, and late night. Each session lasts three hours, for a total of twenty-one hours.

At three o'clock in the morning, it was about half past ten on Earth. It will not be long before noon, and before lunch, the arena gathers all the slaves for a scuffle, and only the victors can enjoy the food. The loser can only nibble on the unpalatable coarse dough.

In a few moments, the guards of the arena came to gather the slaves. Eren was also considered to be the most powerful of all the slaves, so he was given a separate cell. Even so, it was only enough room for him to lie down, and there was not even a group cell to live in, except for the exclusive use of the latrine.

A guard in silver-gray armor knocked on the door roughly, "Get up, stupid pigs." If you want to eat, come out and gather quickly!"

They said this to every slave, and as a professional warrior, they were assigned to manage slaves, and they had already accumulated many grievances in their hearts. Slaves are often their best vent, and more slaves die under torture than in the arena.

Alan stood up and pushed open the iron door that had been unlocked by the guards, revealing a bowl of water in the doorway. This was the most basic welfare, and the reason why the arena was able to ensure that slaves could not escape was because of the control of drinking water. The only source of water for ten miles nearby was in the arena, which was surrounded by the arena administrators. A slave who had been thirsty all night could not escape with this bowl of water, let alone be a match for the guards.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and Alan decides to give them a "surprise".

After drinking the small bowl of water, Alan followed the group of slaves to the weapons storage. Most of the slaves had their own weapons, and although they looked rudimentary, these weapons were all weapons of mass murder that drank countless blood. Lords always like to watch their slaves fight with all their might, and handy weapons can be regarded as preferential treatment for slaves.

The weapons depository is much like a bank, where a clerk asks for the name and number of the slave with a quill pen, and after registration, the slave goes to the side to collect his weapon. The clerks are kobolds, a race of lewd appearance, but one of the few intelligent races in the tribe. Don't doubt their intelligence, Alan remembered that the lord had changed twice in the past three years, and the administrator of the arena had changed five times, but the clerk was still here.