In the crimson sky hung a red blood moon, and below the sand of the arena rolled down the dirty heads of various colors, and in the midst of it was a little devil of eleven or twelve, with a Mithril ring around his neck, and a steel fork in his hand, and stabbed a purgatory rat with all his might, but the rat twisted itself and fled from under his crotch.

This little devil is 'Runtu', when I met him, he was only a teenager, and it will be thirty years from now, and at that time my boss was still in power, and I was a celebrity in front of my boss (unless the 'person' here is specifically referred to as the devil).

That year, the arena was a big year. This pomp and circumstance is said to be more than 30 years before the turn can be repeated, so it is very solemn; all the forces have come to the city, there are many gladiators, the rules are very particular, there are many gambling guys, and the soul and all kinds of important things must also be guarded against theft.

Our department in charge of the arena logistics is always busy, and when the corpse collector can't keep it busy, he tells his boss that he can call his partner to help clean it.

My boss allowed it, and I was glad I had heard Runtu's name earlier, and I knew that he and I seemed to be the same age, and that he had not been promoted from the Barb Demon for a long time.

He always tries to get more income and profits, so his friends call him 'Runtu'. He could find oil and water in the rocks. I looked forward to the gladiatorial battle in the arena day by day, and with the corpses, the intercalary earth would arrive.

One day, my colleague told me that Runtu was coming, so I ran to see it. He was on the edge of the arena, with a purple pointed face, a small iron helmet, and a bright Mithril collar around his neck, which showed that he was able to find such a precious collar to make up such a precious collar, which couldn't help but make people a little envious. He was very shy when he saw people, but he was not afraid of me, and when there was no one else, he talked to me, so in less than half a day, we became acquainted.

We didn't know what to talk about at that time, but we remember that Runtu was very happy and said that after coming to the arena, many new ways to get profits came up.

On the second day, I asked him to teach me how to get safe profits from the arena. He said:

"It's hard. The arena duel must be completed. We were in the arena, surrounded by dead gladiators, and we could get a lot out of the corpses while we were cleaning. You have to learn to distinguish the origin of the gladiators, the gladiators who came out of the prison were poor, they had already been looted, but the gladiators of other forces were likely to have a lot of good things. For example: magic accessories, gems, spatial rings, potions, ......"

I was hoping that the battle would end soon.

Runtu said to me again:

"You know, it's just a brawl of gladiators to filter out the weak. Although there are corpses, they are probably poor ghosts, or the kind of slaves who are not even free, and prisoners, and the really powerful guys, most of whom only show up in formal one-on-one gladiatorial fights. After this scuffle, my friends and I went to clean up the bodies, and you can come over if you want. ”

"Looking for profit?"

"It's not. The benefits will be very small, and for a devil in a position like yours, it will not be visible at all. We're looking for something good, sand worms, inferno rats, and other small creatures. Under the bloody sun, you hear a cooing sound, and the purgatory rat is biting the corpse. You pinched the fork and walked softly......"

I didn't know what it was to 'eat' at the time, because the devils never had to eat, only the lower creatures needed to stay alive. I just find it funny, putting certain pieces of meat in my mouth, chewing with my teeth, and swallowing down my esophagus. I don't even know if I'll be able to actually digest them, but it never hurts to try.

"Are hellrats powerful?"

"There's a steel fork. Walk near the sound, and if you see a purgatory, you stab. This guy is very clever, and he runs towards you, but he runs under his crotch. Its fur is oily and smooth, and it sizzles when it is roasted over a fire. When you see its dark red body turn tan, you can sprinkle it with some salt and cumin powder, sesame seeds, and fine chili peppers. Pepper and so on, you can buy these spices in a human-owned shop in the city......"

I had no idea that there were so many new things in the world: that it took so many spices to eat a meal, that it could be profitable in a corpse, and that I knew that dead creatures were worthless except souls.

"A few of us live in an unknown alley in Diss City, and sometimes we go to blackmail some plane travelers who happen to be here, and sometimes we forge special passes for these plane travelers. The craftsmanship of 'Rakhusa' is expert, and the pass book created by him is almost the same as the real thing! As for whether we choose to help them or blackmail them, it depends on the strength of those dimensional travelers. ”

Runtu had an endless number of strange things in his heart that my usual colleagues did not know. They didn't know something, and as Runtu walked through the alleys, they all saw the circular sky enclosed by the grand walls of the arena, just like me.

It's a pity that there aren't always games in the arena. After the brawl is over and the corpses are cleaned up, Runtu must leave and return to the alleys. I was anxious, I hadn't learned how to rummage through corpses, and he felt a little frustrated because the corpses in the scuffle were very low, and he wanted to help in the official game.

But in the end, he was taken away by the corpse collector. He later asked the corpse collector to bring me a packet of spices and a few skewers of crispy sand worms, and I gave him something once or twice, but never saw him again.

This time it's the end of another scuffle, with corpses lying on the hot sand, and it won't be long before there will be plenty of small creatures to feast on. I saw the sturdy human who had been promoted coming out of the gate with his head bowed, and he didn't seem to have the joy of victory.

My colleague suddenly mentioned Runtu, and my old memories suddenly came back to me like lightning. I seemed to see the corpses in the arena in front of me again, and Runtu and I lit a fire in the sand, using steel forks to catch the purgatory rats that had stolen the corpses.

I answered, "How ?...... he ,——?"

He ?...... He's not doing well as well......" said his colleague, and looked to the other side, "A few guys have come over, they should be asking for the time of the next game, I need to go and say hello." ”

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My colleague stood up and walked towards the two demons not far away. They look a little miserable, one of them is a needle demon with a broken arm, and the other is a barb demon covered in scars, if they don't get promoted, such scars may follow them for a lifetime.

But so what? Since the fall of my boss, I've been stuck in the chain demon stage for a long, long time. If this continues, the next promotion will likely be hundreds of years away, or even longer.

The wind raged in the arena, and the head of an orc was blown to his feet. I stabbed my head up with a chain on my body and put it in front of my eyes to examine it carefully.

If you have a chance, let's take a look at Runtu, I think.

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