The death game lasted for around half an hour.
All 99 were dead, bodies littered around with their parts torn apart brutally.
Sitting in the middle of the warzone-like area was a man. He had muscles and looked healthy—which was the reason he was still alive—but his actions, oh, they were far from it.
Sniffing drugs thrown by the audience, he sat covered in blood.
The red haze of crimson that had covered the Colessum ground didn't deter him from acting like a junkie.
The bodies that were thrown around and the parts that were littered around like decorations didn't stop him from acting true to his nature.
Thrill had still not died from the audience's stream as some of them still screamed.
"Yeah, I won. Can you guys see? I fucking won! Hahahaha..."
"Tsk, why the hell did I even bet on that bitch?"
"I told you to bet—"
"Shut the fuck up, man. You also lost. You lost more than I lost."
Crunch crunch
