CHAPTER 110
Author: DUNDAKI
last update2026-04-15 23:44:45

In the center of the pit, Marco was tossed like a bag of trash. He landed hard on the concrete.

He tried to scramble up, but his legs gave way. He lay there, gasping, his one good hand searching the floor for his silver coin.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" The Overseer’s voice boomed through the speakers. "WELCOME TO THE PRE-SHOW! TONIGHT, WE TEST THE STABILITY OF A RAT!"

The crowd cheered. Someone threw a piece of half-eaten bread into the pit. It hit Marco in the head.

"THE GAME IS SIMPLE!" the Ove
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