Gods Domain: The Lord of the Continent
Servant Osiris

Matches of Number 76 and 98 soon began, both looking serious to pick up the win.

The slave-fighters were very profitable if they could win in the league. Whoever wins a game gets a decent meal. If his victory continued, there would be many privileges gained.

One of them is number 76 who has received a private room and other benefits.

"Son, you better give up!" say Number 76.

Although faint Blue could feel the number 98 had a godly aura. You could say he was a Very Low God or even a half step into becoming a god. But victory was not determined by the aura of a god or anything like that.

With a little trick Blue sent telepathy, although in the fight area has been installed anti-telepathy symbol, Blue can break through it because it has a Red System or Chaos.

"Hey, buddy. Do you want to win?" ask Blue.

Despite the obvious question, number 98 did not answer. He looked solemn as he clenched his fists, fearlessly running like a child and swinging his arms.

Boxing number 98 managed to land into the face of the enemy, but did not cause any significant damage. Number 76 still stood firm without being affected in the slightest.

In a private room not only has good food, there is also a lot of medicine to improve his body. Contrary to the winless slaves, they only ate potluck without any body repair.

The red system was completely unusable, Blue furrowed his brows as information directly entered into his brain. "How a slave without resources could have the aura of a god, surely he is not an indiscriminate person." Blue tried to convince himself that information had suddenly entered his mind.

As expected of a slave who could give off a godly aura, number 98 clenched his hands and punched out a second time.

Number 76 was terrified and jumped back, although the aura of his enemy was strong he could dodge his attacks easily.

"How can this brat be this strong! I have to kill him."

Feeling threatened, Number 76 instantly unleashed its power. Since inside the arena the match was not allowed to use weapons, the two of them hit each other with their fists.

Until finally number 98 fell with a breath of fireworks, his eyes seemed to not believe he could be defeated.

"Show me!" shouted the youth cungkring number 98.

"Good, now stand up, do my every word."

Blue confuses the number 98 controlling the aura of a god to heal his stamina and strengthen his body. In just 2 seconds he felt the difference in strength from the man cungkring.

"He must be a genius!" muttered Blue from the audience bench.

Seeing his opponent becoming more stable made Number 76 panic a little, he ran over and swung his arm. His strongest punch floated to the face of number 98, but his attack could be avoided easily.

Blue continued to guide, number 98 learned very quickly. Unfortunately he was still a rebellious young man, a small mistake made him slip and his face was hit by a crushing blow.

Number 98 was lying limp, he was unable to continue the match. Victory held at number 76, Blue miscalculated because this was the first time the Red System did not help him.

"Well I admit defeat, Young Master. Your guess is very good." Blue praised the fat man next door.

"Haha, don't be so polite, man. You must be here for the first time, number 76 is very strong. He's won 11 times in a row before this."

Blue was a little careless for not checking his enemy. Although with a single glance Blue's eyes could see the opponent had yet to sense the aura of a god, he had forgotten to judge all of his strength.

"I heard they're slaves, is there any way to buy them?" ask Blue.

"Of course there is, let's follow me." The fat young master walked leisurely through the back door, with a wave of his hands the guards knew who he was.

Blue showed from behind, he felt there was something strange about the behavior of the fat man. Although a prince he looked very evil and was full of tricks.

Until finally Blue and Fat Man walked into a special room, the 5 guards immediately came out because they had no rights.

Right after the bodyguards came out, an old man with a long beard and round glasses approached them. "Young Master Salem, what needs to come here?" ask her with a smile that was so scary.

Blue subconsciously activated the Eye of God to dig out information from him. The complete information about the old man went straight into his mind, Blue was a little surprised as he was one of Osiris' servants.

The more Osiris raised a living being be it a human or any other, his power would continue to increase. That was the reason why he looked so young and handsome.

"I brought a good item, how much is it worth?" ask Young Master Salem.

The old man glanced towards Blue using the Eyes of Gods, he could not see his identity nor status. "Are you sure he's of quality?" whispered old man.

"I've tested it with that stuff, there's no way I'm wrong."

"All right, I'll process it right away. Don't make him alert!" The old man came back to do something.

While Young Master Salem approached Blue and said, "Wait a moment, he is preparing his place."

Blue pretends not to hear, he actually already knows what happened. But to see what Osiris' servant wanted to do.

After waiting 5 minutes, Blue and Dalem were told to enter to see some slaves for sale. Blue instantly picked the man lying on the ground, he was number 98. Since he was still unconscious, the number 98 would be processed after he woke up.

"Master this young man's price is quite expensive, he's still quite new here."

"Forget about the price, I can pay anything." Blue smiled faintly while bragging herself.

"Alright, Sir. Let's go to the waiting room for a minute."

The trap formation was visible but not yet activated, Salem and Old Man smiled widely. Their eyes seemed to be emitting an evil aura.

"What does this mean?" ask Blue who's still pretending not to know. He wanted to see how powerful the formation of the servant Osiris was.

As expected this room was a trap to purify one's soul. Before being purified, they must be severely injured. Hence Salem and Old Man drew his sword.

"Not to be afraid, my friend, death is in front of your eyes. Don't fight and let's do it fast."

Old Man and Salem attacked with swords. Having not gotten what he wanted, Blue pretended to be hit by an attack and put on a panicked face.

"Fuck!" objurgation.

Old Man raised one hand, one of the symbols activated. Blue movement reduced by 60%.

...[.Your movement is reduced by 60%.]...

...[.The power of the symbol is too weak, you are not affected.]...

Blue knows the symbol here is weak but who would have thought he could escape without using the symbol of resistance.

To maximize her acting, Blue pretends to slow down. He slowly ran out of the formation.

"This fellow formation belongs to the god Osiris, there is no way a human like us can break through it!" said Salem who was still smiling wickedly.

Blue smiled faintly after holding the array of symbols throughout the room. He's got a system that can record all the scratches in the cold.

Feeling that it was enough, Blue tried to get up and pull out his two swords. But he broke his intention and put his sword in again because he saw Old Man throw a good sword.

His elastic gloves were already very strong, so he caught the sword thrown at him.

"It looks like the fooling around is done. Let's do it fast!"

The sword that was thrown turned out to be one of the Peak God-class artifacts. If sold the price must be very expensive, it can even make you rich.

"No way, how is the holy sword held by man?"

Blue sensed that there was something strange about the sword, he tried to concentrate more and get that the energy in the sword into his body.

"Could my body absorb sword energy?"