A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 807 - 485: Ultimate Achievement (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 807: Chapter 485: Ultimate Achievement (Seeking Monthly Votes)

If Saros also had Bailuo’s Book of Yagen, then he would certainly see the page symbolizing Clearspring glowing right now.

As long as he wills it, Clearspring would immediately form a Miracle Contract with him and become his Miracle Creature.

“Continue, next fight.”

Saros, who had already fought three times, requested to fight again; such a request, though, was considered inappropriate even by the Holy Emperor.

“Enough.”

“Time is up.”

Chubby Simpleton didn’t show up in person, he contacted Mu Yun Ji in the stands and had her help him control the situation.

“The day has grown late, the following battles will be postponed until tomorrow.”

Following the old master’s instructions, Mu Yun Ji conveyed, “And in the next fight, a Mythical-level beast will be entering the battle, you’ve already won three times, you may leave now.”

“Mythical, then Mythical.”

Saros was not arrogant; he did not even inquire if the next fight would still involve Shi Xiyu.

He looked back, and there, the slaves were all looking forward with anticipation.

The convicts in the arena might include criminals, but most had various reasons; they were all people of misfortune, compelled by necessity to end up here.

With the ongoing battle, Saros gradually understood what he was meant to do in the arena.

He needed to continue fighting.

As long as he kept winning, no one would die.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

This was the first time Mu Yun Ji had direct contact with Saros; despite his numerous wounds, his gaze never showed any sign of submission, not even if the opponent was the Master of Miracles, a god.

“Uncle!”

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Back in the cell, Shi Xiyu hurried over to him, anxiously beginning to check his injuries.

Blood clung to his clothes, some even seeping into the cracks of his bones; a slight movement brought excruciating pain. Shi Xiyu watched, unable to stop her tears from falling.

It was all because of her; had it not been for her, Saros might not have fought the last two battles, and wouldn’t have been so gravely injured.

“I’m fine, I’m a person of Yatun, my physical constitution is much stronger than ordinary people.”

“These wounds,” Saros displayed a smile, “will heal quickly.”

“Nonsense!”

Chubby Simpleton also returned to the cell, he stood there, looking down at the man leaning against the wall: “You can’t possibly fight tomorrow.”

“Let them treat your wounds,” said Chubby Simpleton, “If it’s this request, no one would refuse it.”

Saros had not only earned the respect of the audience but had also inspired genuine admiration from all the slaves in the cell.

Without Saros, if Shi Xiyu had gone up, the fight would have ended in an instant.

And then?

Then it would be their turn.

And facing a Legendary Level beast, they would fare no different than Shi Xiyu; in the blink of an eye, perhaps dozens or even hundreds would die.

How many days could all the people in the Colosseum last?

No matter their reasons for being here, they were indeed genuinely worried about his condition now.

“Let’s talk privately, old man.”

Saros had Chubby Simpleton stay alone with him, but the Holy Emperor interpreted the meaning in his words, raising his hand, time and space in the entire cell stopped at that moment: “You’ve guessed my identity? When?”

“A long time ago, but only recently confirmed.”

“Through analysis?”

“Just a little insight,” Saros spoke casually, “nothing significant.”

Chubby Simpleton was silent for a while, then said, “You may leave whenever you wish, just say the word.”

“What about them?”

“That’s meaningless,” Chubby Simpleton replied, “Even if I let them go, there will be others after them, and after that more. You can’t stop wars, nor can you stop their deaths.”

“Then shut this place down, put an end to the wars.”

“That’s impossible.”

Chubby Simpleton said it was impossible, but Saros believed, nothing in this world is impossible, it’s a matter of whether you’re willing to do it: “You also thought it impossible for me to survive those three battles, yet I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“…..”

“Nothing is impossible,” Saros insisted, “as long as you’re willing, it can be done.”

The Holy Emperor’s power on Miracle Mainland matches the proverbial ‘golden word’, should he command the Holy Empire to cease waging wars and promote peace, even if Emperor Candidates wanted to do something, they would have to risk becoming enemies with the Holy Emperor.

No Emperor Candidate is a fool; none would dare oppose the Holy Emperor.

“You’ve exceeded my expectations, I acknowledge that.”

“But to have me issue such an order,” Chubby Simpleton shook his head, “you, are not qualified.”

“A hundred matches.”

“What?”

Chubby Simpleton thought he had misheard, Saros said, “How about a bet? If I win a hundred matches here, you grant me one request.”

“A hundred matches!”

“Yes.”

Saros’s gaze was deadly serious, “No matter what kind of beasts you send out, no matter what kind of Trial you set up, if I can get through them and stand in the end, alive.”

“Any Trial?”

Chubby Simpleton felt Saros was challenging his limits, if it were someone else speaking these words, he would think they were mocking him, but Saros – the moment he spoke, Chubby Simpleton truly felt as if he was witnessing a miracle being born.

He could, only he, only he could achieve the impossible.

“Alright.”

Chubby Simpleton didn’t hesitate much, although he was verbally strict, deep down, he had already developed trust and affection for the man before him.

In terms of character, integrity, talent — Saros was flawless.

“If you truly manage to do so,” Chubby Simpleton said, “then you shall have what you wish.”

Not just as he wishes, if Saros can complete a hundred Trials, Chubby Simpleton would give him everything.

For ten thousand years, Chubby Simpleton had lost his family and his people, robbed of everything he once possessed by the Infinite Dragon.

He was lonely, confused, until he met Saros.

This young man was like a beacon of light, continually illuminating what he believed to be an already dimmed world, making him, making this once emperor think about following him.

‘Wouldn’t life be exciting if I could walk with him for the rest of my life?’

Chubby Simpleton thought so, but he said, “Next, get your wounds treated, with such injuries, tomorrow…”

“No need.”

Saros refused, closing his eyes, silently enduring the pain of his body: “The Trial is not just a task, anything before it, and after, is part of the Trial.”

That includes his current severe injuries, and one day in the future, the betrayal from Shi Xiyu, or maybe someone else.

This of course would not happen, but even if it did, Saros would endure it.

What he intended to show Chubby Simpleton was not a children’s game of exchanges, but an ultimate achievement that would overturn his understanding, change his worldview, his values!