The God Virus

As Virus found himself in the middle of the colosseum filled with a smooth ellipse of sand, speechless, Virus gazed at the thousands of spectators screaming and cheering for the one-sided match to begin.

Focusing on specific voices, Virus listened to some of the conversations they were having.

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"How do you think Binn will kill his prey this time?"

"Well, I put all my Qi Ingots on him dismembering all his limbs before taking out his heart, that's how he usually does it, so there is a high chance I'll make a fortune out of this!"

"What about you?"

"Me? I feel like he will scoop out the eyes first, honestly, I heard someone claiming to be Binn's aunt's grandmother's father's brother's son was a distant cousin of his, according to him, Binn personally told him he would scoop the eyes out first this time!"

"Is that so? Damn, why didn't you tell me?"

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From another direction, he perceived a new conversation.

"I wagered one of my houses on him poisoning the chosen one! I got inside intel that he will do that. I can guarantee it!"

"Are you an idiot? Why would you do that?"

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"Woah, I'm so thrilled to see some blood spilled, it's the best feeling ever, watching someone die via the most horrific methods imaginable."

"Yeah, yeah! At first, it nearly sickened me, but now I don't think I can do without coming here every month!"

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Observing the abnormal mania nearly everywhere, Virus was amazed.

"Have these people gone mad in excitement and euphoria?" Honestly, the behavior of the crowd seemed insane to Virus.

At the same time, he concluded that there were probably two kinds of people in the city, the people who secretly thought the monthly random pick was a hateful and terrifying event and the people who assumed it to be an ordinary event, something that had nothing to do with them and was probably never going to. The belief had sunk into their root that the monthly ten deaths were just like a fatal disease everyone may catch in their lifetime but the fate was probably never going to implicate them per se.

A transparent instance would be the numerous deadly car accidents that happen every day on Technology Earth.

Until the moment one experiences that accident, that person may have the false impression that in all probability, it wasn't going to happen to him.

True, the person might have fear of a car crash or something similar, however, they still continue driving, accepting the risk because deep down, they don't truly believe they will be involved in a car accident as long as they are careful enough.

Or the same example of catching an incurable illness. Up to the realization of having it, although the individual was always aware of the existence of such an illness, he just didn't think such tragedy would befall them.

People just determine that when there is a low probability of them being afflicted with certain rare sickness, they aren't going to be ever entangled with it. Thus, it's simply better to ignore it or don't even care about its existence. 

Virus mused that was perhaps what was happening here today in this arena. The old man and the three others had truly awakened to the realization of how bad this event was in essence, now that they had been involved personally, while everyone else was still deeply asleep.

While such notions were passing through his mind, Virus' eyes spotted someone standing at some distance from him as he smirked evilly toward him.

He had long orange hair and a pizza face filled with acne. All around him was surrounded by various weapons such as spears, swords, etc.

"Hahaha… you must be the chosen one, you should feel proud to be lucky enough to get picked for this event."

"Huh? What the fuck is he talking about? He's not just a pizza-face, but also a pea-brain? A retard, huh?" Declaring that out loud, Virus checked and saw that the opponent's cultivation was merely at the twelfth level of Energy Disentanglement, which was still too much for a mortal citizen.

"Did you just insult me?" His eyes wide open in instantaneous rage, all feeling of casualness left the man. Now that he was insulted as a retard, the pizza face wielded two spears on both hands as he was about to charge in Virus' direction.

Meanwhile, cheers and boos reverberated everywhere.

"Yes! He's going to turn that dude into a sieve! It's my lucky day today! Heck yeah, my gamble paid off at last!"

"Boooo! Poison him! Poison the bastard, come one!"

"Noooo! My whole life depends on this bet, please cut off all of his limbs!"

As everyone was mentioning, supposedly, the colosseum had a betting section where everyone could bet on a few options such as the various methods the disciple would use to murder his prey.

Of course, there was also the choice of the chosen one winning as well but no one was foolish enough to burn their money on that one.

"I was going to show you some mercy and kill you a bit more gently, but now that you seem not to understand your situation, let me send you off by making you experience the feeling of tens of holes being forced on your body!" Gripping the shafts of both spears tightly, the pizza face put one foot ahead of himself. He was about to dash forward, like an arrow that was released from the string!

"Would you look at this bitch?" 

Smiling broadly, Virus' image promptly vanished before his reappearance behind pizza face.

BOOM!

It was only after his reappearance that a sonic boom reverberated in the arena as it was followed by silence.

"What just happened? How did he-"

Before confusion could even spread as to what was happening, like a broken doll, pizza-face's head, arms, and legs abruptly detached from the trunk of his body as they all fell on the ground while massive blood covered the sand!

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