Barrett followed the Pleasure Demon's advice.

No, not the one that had to do with 'happiness', but his decision not to use these souls to buy his 'limited freedom', but to stay in prison and fight the remaining four gladiatorial fights. After the total number of wins reaches 10, use the rules of the arena to leave Mantili for free.

Naturally, the devils did not make such rules out of good intentions, but because they knew what people thought better.

Pure despair that brings lifelessness to people has never been the devil's style, they actually prefer to give a little light, a little hope to those who are in the depths of darkness, and use this light and hope to guide people forward in difficult situations. When those people burst out of their full potential, overcoming obstacles and holding the light in the palm of their hands with ecstasy, they found that it was nothing more than a boiling, tumbling fire of the Nine Hells......

Barrett didn't know if she had made the right choice, or if the decision she had made was influenced by the Pleasure Demon, "Well, if the Soul Merchant were still here, maybe he would give me some pertinent advice." He leaned against the wall and sighed, missing his good fellow inmate covered in bandages.

As if hearing his sigh, the big hamster 'meat ball' squeezed out of his roommate's mouth.

However, due to the action that came out too hard, the meat ball lost the balance of its body, and it bounced, collided, and tumbled all the way from the white bone corpse and fell. After falling to the ground, the creature crawled towards the wall opposite Barrett in a daze, and only halfway through the climb realized that he was in the wrong direction, and slipped to the brute's feet in a big arc.

"Hungry, didn't you just eat it?" Barrett grabbed the ball from the ground and teased it in his hand.

Although he didn't bring back fresh flesh from the arena when he came back (he forgot about it at the time, he only cared about the thousand souls), Barrett gave some of his rations to the little one as usual, lest he always stare pathetically at his roommate's skull.

"Not hungry. Meatball replied in a childish voice, "But you can eat something you can eat." It lay on all fours in Barrett's palm, letting the brute caress his belly.

"Don't force it!" said Barrett, "and besides, there's nothing left for you to eat." After he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and handed the meat ball in his hand to him, "By the way, can you live by eating soil?"

Meatball shook his head solemnly.

"What about the stones or the leaves?" Barrett asked again, reluctantly.

The little one's serious expression turned to grievance.

"Can it only be meat?" Barrett tossed the ball of meat high and caught it again, "You golem is a picky eater. ”

"Clay golems can eat stones. Meatball looked at its owner with its head and feet, "But Joey can't." ”

"Don't worry, I'm just talking about it. Barrett placed the ball on her shoulder and pulled the amber crystal prism out of her bosom.

"Hey, master, what is this?" asked the Meatball Probe.

“...... Soul. Barrett replied softly.

In addition to the soul prism in front of him, the rest of the 999 are still in the hands of the pleasure demon. At that time, the pleasure demon named 'Octavil' told Barrett that it was not easy to hide so many souls in her cell, but she could keep them for the time being, and when the brute needed them, she could come and retrieve them at any time.

Barrett thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

As for how much of this decision was his own thoughts, and how much was the guidance and temptation of the pleasure demon, no one could tell the invitation, and there was no need to discern it, after all, the situation that the pleasure demon said was also true.

When the Spatial Ring 'Song of Saran' is in his hands, it's not too late to get those souls back, Barrett thought to himself.

He now knew the addresses of the three demons who had "stole" his equipment, and when he won the seventh gladiatorial fight, he would be given a day of temporary freedom to leave Mantili and go to the three demons to "want" his equipment.

"Soul?" Hearing the word, the ball of flesh slid down Barrett's arm. He leaned on the crystal prism with his two front paws, staring at the contents of the prism with curiosity on his face.

The woman in the prism curled up, buried her head in her knees, and sat motionless without crying or shouting.

"Ahh......h

'Smack' Barrett flicked the head of the meat ball with his other hand, "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked suspiciously, "Are you like the devil and crave this kind of thing?"

"Yes, yes master!" Meatball clung to his head and nodded his head repeatedly, "The previous master used to say to Joey, 'If you had a soul, how nice it would be!'" It mimicked the tone of a strange male.

After finishing his studies, Meatball changed back to his childish voice, "Can you give this soul to Joey? It widened its eyes and asked, "So Joey has a soul too!!"

"No, you're mistaken, I promise that's not what your previous master meant!" Barrett snatched the soul prism from the claws of the meat ball, but after thinking about it, he shoved it back to the little one, "Forget it, it's not safe to put on me, maybe I accidentally fell during the fight." ”

"You can keep this soul for me first. The brute said solemnly to the meat ball, "But it is never for you, you have to remember this!"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, got it, master. The meat ball held the soul prism in its mouth, happily crawled back into the roommate's head, and hid in it with a 'hey, hey, hey' giggle.

"Alas, boring!" Barrett sighed inwardly again.

It's no wonder that every time he came back from a gladiatorial fight, he saw the soul merchant sleeping, and there was really nothing else to do here, and the only remaining mysterious cellmate never spoke.

Barrett lay on the smelly straw mat, ready to take a nap. But he couldn't sleep for a long time after tossing and turning, so he simply called out the [Mission Log] and looked at the two newly acquired skills again.

[Mastery: Golem Buster]

This is the skill Barrett acquires after winning his third gladiatorial fight.

[Golem Buster: Your attacks will deal more serious damage to Golem-type enemies, and have a chance to destabilize their internal circle for a short time.]

Skill Effect: Damage bonus of 100%, and carries the Circle Disorder trait. Circle Disorder: Attacks have a 20% chance to stop Golem enemies for 1~3 seconds. 】

[Note: Kill your sister in your arms, dismantle the Gundam ...... with your bare hands]

That's not a good skill for Barritt. He had encountered many kinds of enemies, but the Golem had never encountered a second one, except for the Flesh Ball. And in the foreseeable future, he won't have many enemies with the Golem, which means that the effect of the [Golem Buster] skill is almost equal to zero.

If you change the word to [Devil Buster], how nice it would be, at least at this stage, it may be used. And if it is [Human Buster], then it is really too rebellious, and Barrett does not dare to hope for it. But even [Goblin Buster] is not bad, at least it can have a chance to play.

There is only one skill that can be obtained through the [Arena Master] achievement, and Barrett habitually clicked on this skill when he first saw it, but he immediately regretted it as soon as he finished it.

It's a waste of a skill point, it's better to strengthen those original skills, he sighed in his heart. I'm sick in the brain to want to fight against those war machines, isn't that looking for death?

However, the other newfound skill is really good, and it can even be called quite powerful.

[Crisis Instinct: Passive. Your body has been tempered by thousands of battles, and you have suffered countless wounds, large and small. So when the blade reaches the body, every cell in your body already knows how to dodge and dodge in order to make the wound lighter. Even if you don't control it, they will do the same.

Effect: All injuries are reduced by an order of magnitude, Severe Injuries become Medium, Intermediate Injuries become Normal, Normal Injuries become Minor, Minor Injuries are directly exempted, and so on. This effect triggers every 5 seconds, with no lethal damage. 】

[Note: I'm going to give you a golden bell jar, an iron cloth shirt, ......]

Barrett is quite satisfied with this skill, and it is expected that it will be used many times in future battles to shine. Although there are some battles that are fast and fast, with multiple swords per second, or being besieged by multiple people, making the 5-second interval seem a little longer, such battles are only a minority.

In most cases, a 5-second interval is easily manageable. And, literally, it seems that injuries caused by magic are also included in the skill.

If you put on other equipment and wear it with a rather sophisticated leather armor protection, then Barrett even thinks that he can be called 'invincible'!

......