Transmigrated as a Third-Rate Villain in a Doomed Novel-Chapter 40: End [IV]

The torches once more came back, their lights lining the wall.

The filthy smell. The wetness and the rancid air dissolved as Evelyn ascended the last stair.

This time, the tunneled structure stretched in a circular hallway with the iron gateways that led to the Colosseum.

Lines and lines of pillars were present, supporting the structure, with each one having different knights standing there as guards.

But were they guarding?

Of course not.

"Try this girl. She is young, too, brother."

One of the knights spoke, throwing a child towards the other. The helpless girl, who seemed to be around 11 years old, fell, her knees scraping against the floor.

However, she didn’t scream; not even a whimper left her mouth as she stared at the ground. Her body was well fed, different from the ones present in the cell, but her dead eyes seemed to tell the same story as theirs.

"I am not interested in your sick taste. So, would you stop calling me brother?"

The other knight shook his head, his face contracting into disgust.

"Ah, come on—"

The knight once more tried to speak with a smile on his face. But he couldn’t.

SCHLK!

A blade tore through the knight’s face. His smile twitched before his head burst, splattering the matter everywhere.

The other knight couldn’t respond, his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s, as he saw a blood-covered woman. Her features couldn’t be identified due to the blood covering.

But one thing stood out. It was her red eyes, those pits of blazing flame that seemed to want to devour everything in their path.

"Ma—"

The knight coming out of his stupor screamed, but he couldn’t even warn the other knights, as he was welcomed with the same fate.

"Filthy fuckers."

Evelyn sneered as she looked at the next targets.

There was no surprise that these knights couldn’t sense her. It would have been a surprise if they could, as Evelyn was at a rank of [B+].

After that, a new bloodshed happened. It happened in the place where the people used for entertainment for the audience were brought.

After killing all the knights present at the 8 gates, Evelyn at last reached the 9th one, which was the main entrance.

The main entrance had a huge gate and another stairway, leading to another tunnel-like structure, under which different types of people were kept for the audience’s entertainment.

This was also the place where the host came when big games happened in the Colessum.

Evelyn didn’t go under the tunnel. From what she could sense, there were no knights there. Only men, women, and children, nothing more.

So after killing the knights, who couldn’t even last a second, she turned to glance at the entrance of the Colosseum. Her eyes moved through the big iron gate, focusing on the arena.

In the center of the Colosseum ground stood a burly man, his hands up in the air as the host showed him to all the audience present there.

"We have our other new winner, ladies and gentlemen."

The host’s voice echoed as he spoke.

Evelyn stared at the scene before shifting her eyes and taking in the dead bodies littered around. This was the place where the massacre took place.

A massacre, which she couldn’t stop, even after being strong.

"Ha!"

She shook her head. The blood splattering around.

Evelyn’s fingers tightened around the handle of the katana, and after taking a glance at the child present there, who was now staring at her, Evelyn took her step forward.

Step

The audience, unbeknownst to the upcoming reaper, screamed in exhilaration.

Their voice filled the whole Colosseum before coming to a halt as Evelyn entered, smashing through the iron gate.

WHAM!

The whole gate shook, sand falling as the pillars couldn’t hold it anymore under the force with which Evelyn had kicked the gate.

Thud

The iron gate fell forward.

Evelyn came out, her step echoing in the silence that had curtained the surroundings.

Step

The host and the burly man turned to glance at the coming blood-soaked lady, confusion marring their faces.

"Is this something new?"

"Maybe."

"Who cares? I am loving it. Keep it coming!"

The audience was already excited. Seeing someone soaked with blood walking towards the host and the man.

They couldn’t control the excitement and exhilaration due to the staining red color as they crazily broke into a cry.

Whoo!

Evelyn continued to walk. Her steps were careful not to crush the bodies littered around as she started to near the host.

The host was not brainless. He could somewhat feel what was happening.

But the thing was, how? How was it happening?

How was someone capable of fighting against the whole underground arena? Not only that, but by the looks of the woman, she seemed to kill all the knights.

"Sigh." The host shook his head. "What is the lord doing? Is this new entertainment, or is something really happening?"

Adjusting his tie and coat, the host looked back at the audience.

’There is no way anything is happening. Maybe the lord wants to give something unique to let the VIP watch. Something entertaining.’

"Sigh!"

’But why me... Anyway.’

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host spoke. His face twitched as a smile formed on his face. "This is our new game. In this game, you would be betting on who will be the last one surviving in the arena."

"Are you participating?"

"Let’s go!"

The audience screamed as the host, turning his head, glanced at the blood-soaked woman.

But—

She was standing right in front of him, her red eyes staring right at him.

"Huh?!"

Before the host could react, he heard a body falling.

Thud

The burly man was dead.

The host immediately distanced himself from the woman.

She was strong! No, that would be an understatement considering she surprised him.

"You are a capable lady, if I may say so."

The host muttered, his lips twitching.

"Forgive me that I didn’t take you seriously," he spoke as he rotated his wrists. "From now—"

Evelyn was already in front of him. Her fist crashed into his face.

The host rolled before jumping and looking at Evelyn with disapproval.

"Bad habi—"

Thud

His right hand fell, cleanly sliced.

The next second, his left hand. His legs followed.

Slice

But before his body could fall.

Slice

Evelyn’s blade swung.

The host’s eyes widened, his darkening vision trailing down.

His head was present upon the katana of the woman!

Silence had enveloped the arena.

The audience didn’t react. No, they couldn’t react to how all of this took place.

It was fast!

No.

It was like a blur!

Throwing the head of the host aside with a flick of her katana, Evelyn increased the pressure, bursting the head of the host in midair.

Following this, she turned towards the audience; under the surprised gazes of all of them, she wiped her face a little.

Her features became a little evident. However, they were still not fully visible.

Her body was still covered in blood, the crimson pooling under her feet as her red eyes glowed.

Evelyn stood there, taking in the silence of the audience. Before the next second, with her being in the center, pressure started to overtake the surroundings.

Almost tangible bloodlust leaked from her body, mana surging around the Colesseum.

Pressure increased, suffocating the audience.

"Whaa...? What is happening?"

Some questioned, looking here and there.

"Shit! Does she want to kill us?"

Some voiced out their dread.

"What the fuck are staff doing?"

Some wondered why no one was coming to save them.

"I don’t like this."

Some showed their disapproval.

"Hey! Stop doing this this instant, or I will kill you."

Some screamed, threatening Evelyn.

But to her, all of this was nothing more than blank words.

There was no one in the whole underground arena strong enough to fight against her. No, there was no one left to fight.

She had killed every single one of the workers, knights, and mages.

There was only one remaining, but she had left it to the young man she came with. And with the way he was, there was no need for her to worry about anything.

"Please stop it!"

The audience started to scream, trying to stand up from their seats. The knights who came with them tried to fight against the pressure.

But all of it was nothing more than a struggle.

Tick tock.

The second stretched as the pressure reached its crescendo.

A lady sitting in the front felt her body stretched in and out at the same time.

Her face became purple, nerves pulsing visibly under the skin.

Then, in the next second, like a bubble bursting, her whole body burst.

SPLORCH!

"Ha!"

"Uwahh!"

Panic surged. But they couldn’t do anything.

Nothing but watch as one by one, people sitting next to them, with whom they had enjoyed today’s games, started to burst like bubbles.

SPLORCH! SPLORCH! SPLORCH!

Like that, the people who sat there, in the Colosseum seats for entertainment, died. They died during a bet in which they were never an option for the last one surviving.

But they became participants. No, Evelyn made them participants.

Naturally, none of them won.

Only one won the bet.

It was not the audience, nor were they the known competitors. The one who won was the redhead, who watched all of them die.

She watched them as they died like people whom they watched for entertainment.

Helplessly!