The number [BP-63] The Edge Planet has a total of ten alien active areas, and that is because each area has a large automatic supply station; The aliens who relied on these depots to survive carved out these districts and ended up being ruled by powerful aliens. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The way for the 'Underground Kings' to rule an area is as simple as surrounding the large automatic supply depots and then buying them all the supplies with the money they have hoarded, so that those who live in the area have to buy from them at a high price or move to other areas.

[BP-63] The planet is not large, and due to the lack of light, the air is not clean, it rains frequently, and there are frequent monsters, so people have to move the towns that were originally built on the ground to the underground, which is much safer than the surface.

In any case, the alien race who became the ruler of the districts must have someone behind them, so they could easily buy everything in the supply depot and put it in their own warehouse, so as to blackmail others into submitting to them.

Currently, three of the ten areas that can move freely are ruled by a masked suit alien, so it can be said that he has a lot of power and power on the planet [BP-63].

On the edge planet of [BP-63], all kinds of shady business can be traded here openly, anyway, governments have abandoned this kind of planet, just to replenish enough supplies every month according to the agreement.

As a result of this, [BP-63] began to experience many extreme situations on the planet, where the 'Underground King', who was the ruler of the region, planted poisons, mined minerals, and opened the Colosseum, causing the entire planet to go crazy.

Some people speculate that the 'underground kings' who are the rulers of the region are actually people on the government side, or people related to the government, taking the opportunity to conduct live experiments, weapons development, chemical research, etc., on this abandoned planet, all in order to hide people's eyes.

The inhabitants of the lower classes are miserable, whether they are real criminals or ordinary aliens who have come here for other reasons, and have lived in oppression and darkness for many years, unless...... Unless they choose to die.

However, if you are willing to bow your head and submit to the regional rulers, then life is much easier than the so-called 'yearning for freedom', but it is not excluded that you will encounter some accidents.

The aliens, nicknamed 'warriors', are one of the 'accidents', and even those who are willing to serve as regional rulers are sent to dangerous arenas where they perform so-called 'shows'.

[BP-63] The largest arena on the planet is located in the center of the first underground area, and it is managed by a male alien in a mask and suit, and today is as lively as ever, full of sorrow and roars.

The structure of the arena is no different from that of other planets, but here it is a veritable 'deathmatch', and if you fail, you will die.

Most of the aliens sitting in the audience are rich and important guys, and the VIP area is filled with faceless people who are holographically projected onto the scene, so it can be said that every day is full.

[I'm the person in charge, Smail! Today's 'Valhalla' game will continue, so please place your bets in advance! 10 to 10! 10 to 100!! Even if you don't make a lot of money, you can enjoy fun games that you can't enjoy anywhere else! 】

In [BP-63], Smail, as the ruler of the region, is the rule, and the game under his rules will be supported by nobles, kings, and wealthy merchants from different countries, different planets, and even different galaxies.

Straightening up his silver-gray suit, Smael, though he knew that these rich people who lived in a stable environment liked excitement, thought that their idea of pursuing the abnormal was very stupid; But Smail will definitely not say it, after all, they are their own customers, their own wallets, and their own tools.

Holding the microphone in his left hand, Smal waved his right hand, and the commanded subordinate began to manipulate the computer in front of him, and the iron door somewhere below the arena was opened.

Bang knock, bang knock, bang knock, the monster with the sound of heavy footsteps appeared in the arena below.

The sparse dirty hair on his dark skin was like a bear's body, but there were horns near his head, and a sharp sword grew at the end of his wagging tail; The monster roared with its large saliva mouth, and in a frenzy it ran wildly through the arena.

Even though the diameter of the arena was five hundred meters, the monster circled with an abnormal speed that did not match its size, and finally stopped at the door of the iron gate that came out, and slapped the gate made of steel with its sharp claws, but of course it found nothing.

The monster, which had no way to escape, walked around the arena, raising its head to stare at the alien race in the audience, raising its body and roaring.

"Roar---!!!!"

In the face of the monster with its bloody mouth wide open, the aliens who were the audience were a little timid, and finally remembered that they were in a safe place and began to throw what they had at hand in.

The monster had no choice but to endure being smashed by food, drink, and knives, and had to keep wandering around the arena.

[That's it! You must have seen the ferocity of the monster, right? Genetic modification and environmental impact are not to be underestimated! In addition to him, I have prepared many, many fighters! 】

At this time, another iron gate opened, and a group of men entered the arena with weapons in their hands, forcibly pushed by heavily armed soldiers.

The average age of the group was only about twenty years old, with men making up the majority and women making up three, and they were looking at the monster on the other side with a look of horror.

[Look! There are twenty-one people in total! How long can they last? Ten seconds? Twenty seconds? Thirty seconds? Or did you kill the monsters in the field? All options have the potential to be achieved! 】

"Nope! No! Don't let me stay here! I'll be obedient! ”

The woman with the gray scales shouted as she sat limply on the ground.

[That's not going to work!] That's all your 'value' is, and if you survive, you'll be able to get my preferential treatment! But there were no survivors...... It's just that you're too weak. 】

Smaer ignored the women in the arena, after all, this kind of survival drama is also an additional element that can make customers more happy to watch.

[That's it! Let's live as hard as you can! In this interesting world! 】

As soon as Smer's words fell, the already restless monster rushed towards the crowd that had just entered, instantly tearing apart the body of the woman who had begged for mercy at first, and then the man who tried to fight him.

All the aliens who entered the entrance were soon wiped out, and no one survived. (To be continued.) )