The City of Dis, the gladiator camp.

It is a medium-sized camp with a large area, located in the middle of the prison of Mantili and the arena of Dis. There were about 300 gladiators living here, as well as a much larger number of related supporters.

The gladiators in the camp were changing rapidly, and some of them only stayed here for a few days before never being seen again. Others have lived in the camp for a very long time, and have even become part of the camp.

In an area on the west side of the camp near the center, a gladiator named 'Victor' sat in his own room, his eyes fixed on a pure black soul prism in his hand.

The color of the prism itself is determined by the soul it carries, and "pure black" means that the soul inside the prism has completely degenerated. The soul and hell are like ripe apples on the branches of autumn, and if you reach out and pluck them, you can enjoy its luscious flesh and juice.

However, not all demons can directly draw energy from corrupted and depraved souls, and this is a powerful skill that only some high-level and above-level devils can have. But the multiverse is too complicated, where anything strange can happen, and some gifted creatures, even if they are not demons, can master similar abilities.

And the gladiator Victor is one such human, who is known to the audience as the 'Soul Sucker' in the Arena of Diss.

'Soul Sucking' is a strange talent that Viktu has had since birth. And the reason why this talent is attached to his body may have something to do with something before he was born, inexplicably related to the fact that when his mother was pregnant with him, he was possessed by a ghost that invaded his home.

Most of the naturally occurring ghosts (not including those created by mages through necromancy) refuse to rest because of their obsessions, and they are bound to a particular place, creature, or object, unable to move around at will.

Spirits are eager to accomplish something they haven't done yet, whether it's finding and vengeying the killer who killed them, fulfilling an unfulfilled vow, or simply wanting to be with someone they love, to name a few.

But no one knows where the ghost that possessed Victor's mother came from, or what its purpose was. Because his father was away on errands, his mother was the only one in the house, and he didn't remember what happened after he was possessed.

All his mother remembered was that there was a strange noise in the house that night, and the fire in the fireplace, although very strong, still felt a biting cold. Then, a strange stench filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

And when his mother tremblingly went downstairs with a candle and tried to open the door to call the patrol, she saw a ghost with a pale blue female face suddenly burst out of the wall and plunged straight into her. After that, Victor's mother couldn't remember anything.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Victor's father returned from his errands and found that his wife was not at home, and after searching around, he found his wife fainting in the basement.

When my mother woke up, she only felt a little cold in her body, but there were no other symptoms. And on the seventh day after the incident, Victor was born.

As a young man, he resembles a normal baby, but the townspeople believe that he is possessed by ghosts, and both adults and children are afraid of him. Victor's parents were also worried about this, so they took him to a nearby city to find out what was going on with the mage.

The mage said a lot of technical words that Victor's parents didn't understand, and in the end he just wanted to explain that it was almost impossible for all kinds of ghosts and spirits to permanently occupy the fetus's body, and that it would take a god, or a powerful soul at the level of a legendary mage. Regardless of whether such an answer is right or wrong, it at least reassures Victor's parents.

As for our Soul Drainer Victor himself, he has no memory of that incident, after all, he was still a fetus and was not born into this world.

The quiet life lasted for more than ten years, and Victor did not show any abnormalities when he grew up, but the townspeople still habitually rejected him, which made him a little withdrawn in terms of personality, but nothing more, not serious.

Then, the adult Victor left the town where he was born and became a "glorious" adventurer, going out on his own. And when he completed a task of a 'haunted ancient mansion', he found out very coincidentally that he still had this strange and strange talent in himself.

After that, Victor began to make a name for himself and attracted the attention of many people.

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Inside the room, trapped souls roared and pounded wildly through the prisms, their expressions twisted and hideous, but Victor didn't pay any attention to it.

I'm absorbing souls that have fallen completely, or the dead who can't rest in peace, and I'm only giving them salvation, as our 'soul suckers' always think.

He took a deep breath, held the pure black soul prism tightly in the palm of his hand, and slowly absorbed the soul energy inside the prism in a way that he had repeated countless times before.

A misty black smoke filtered through the prism and around Victor's fist. The black smoke kept tumbling like boiling water, as if it wanted to escape the range of its fist, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't get out of the slightest.

After an unknown time, the churning black smoke began to fade little by little, and finally disappeared completely with an unwilling wail that diffused in the air.

When Victor spread his palm again, the pure black soul prism that had been in place before had turned into crystal-like transparency at this time, and the struggling soul inside was only a little white dust.

Victor closed his eyes and felt the power surging through his body. The power was so great that he felt like he could get out of the whole camp, nay, the whole city, the whole hell.

Unfortunately, this power is temporary, and will continue to be consumed and become less and less with the use of Victor. He may kill dozens or hundreds of devil guards, or a few powerful high-level devils, but at some point he will run out of energy, and at that time, he will have to revert back to being the average adventurer with only medium strength.

Moreover, every soul prism of the fallen is worth a lot of money, and Victor, who has saved a little money in the camp through a winning streak, does not dare to absorb it recklessly, which is the foundation of his life in hell.

Not long after the soul energy was absorbed, there was a sudden knock on the door of Victor's room. A deep voice asked him, "Are you ready?" ”

"Well, here we go. Victor threw the soul prism in his hand onto the table, picked up the weapon against the wall, and walked towards the door.

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