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Through this door, he could not see anything on the other side.

It was just a dark twirling vertical pool.

"A portal!?" He muttered lowly.

However he followed along.

His senses became whack, and for a few seconds Lenny felt as if his insides wanted to pop out of his body. However, just as the feel came, it disappeared.

He felt as if he was vomited by a giant beast as a force pushed him out of the portal.

*Bluerh!*

He immediately vomited by the side.

"Oh, Yeah! It\'s your first time Portal traveling," the magistri chuckled "You had better get used to it. You will be doing a lot of it."

Lenny wiped his mouth with his hand as he turned to the Magistri.

"Where the fuck are we!?"

"This is where you will end up if shit goes side ways."

As the Magistri talked, Lenny walked forward to see what he was talking about.

They were on a high balcony in what looked like a giagantic factory.

The balcony was about a hundred feet high.

All around, they were giant dark purple capsules. These capsules were arranged side by side, row by row, and column by column.

By Lenny\'s rough estimate, they were at least a hundreds of them.

Just then, they was the shout of a man from below.

"Please no! I don\'t want to be here. I did my part. I\'m supposed to be free. I\'m supposed to be free from the Arena. LET ME GO! Please!! Let me GO!"

The man screamed and struggled, but his strength was nothing compared to the strength of the two Magistris holding him side by side.

Lenny leaned in a bit to get a better look. However, the Magistri held him back a little.

"You want to be a bit careful. Not all of \'US\' share our sentiment."

"Us!?" Lenny asked. However, the Magistri with him only pointed below at the man that the two other Magistris were pulling along.

They were quite far, but Lenny had sharp eyes. On the man\'s neck, he could see a number tag: A6383.

The man was pulled by the Magistris to a particular capsule that rolled over on a track like a train.

The capsule was opened and the man was placed inside it. after which, he was tied to it.

Needles connected to long pipesthe size of a baby\'s hand were roughly inserted into his Orfrices, including his eyes.

Some where also inserted into his chest and tummy. He tried to scream in pain, but the tubes prevented it.

One of the Magistris suddenly brought out a knife.

It was long and curvy. Without a doubt, it was made for the exquisite cutting of flesh.

The man was still alive and wiggled in pain.

However, the Magistris did not care.

The knife was used to carefully open the man\'s chest.

It was done with incredible skill. The man\'s lungs and even major arteries and veins were avoided.

However, something even more precious was curved out and pulled from his chest.

It was his heart.

His heart still beating and bloody was extrated like the removal of a tumor.

It was placed on a plate and taken away. After which, the chest was closed and skin sewn together like it was an old grandma knitting a sweater.

A button was pushed and red fluid was pumped into the gladiator\'s body.

As the blood was pumped, the gladiator stopped shaking.

Lenny could see as hair suddenly started to grow on the gladiator\'s body.

"What are they putting into him?"

"Blood!" The Magistri asked.

"Whose!?"

"Cuban\'s."

Lenny paused. His frown deepened as a level of understanding settled in.

He faced the Magistri, "you don\'t mean..."

"Yes!"

"All of them!?" Lenny asked again.

"Yes, all of them. Every single gladiator that has ever won his or her freedom has been made into this."

The Arena had not been what the Gladiators had always thought it to be.

Of course, it was still a farm. But it was not just a farm to produce food, loyal foot soldiers.

Demons had descovered an incredible potential for growth that even exceeded that of demons within humans.

As long as Hope and danger, two fundamentally catalytic functions which were necessary for development were made constant, human beings had the potential climb up the strength ranks of demons.

The demon race ever hungry for violence and power faced a slight problem.

Firstly, they had very low birth rate. Secondly, their population had seen a dive because of wars.

Of course, some of these wars were local, but most of it were not.

Aside from Demons that were of Darkline, there were also devils.

These were creatures of pure chaos.

The reason for war was not something the Magistri had prior knowledge to. All he knew was that this arena was a farm for creating foot soldiers.

The foot soldiers created in this farm are all called Magistri.

Naturally, they also ran the affairs of the Arena for Cuban.

In other words, any time Lenny had seen the Magistri could have been any Magistri from the hundreds here.

"Cuban is rumoured to be a far down descendant of Asmodeus. Who is one of nine to have been blessed by the blood of the first Fallen himself. He is a blood demon and with knowledge from his bloodline technique, he created this factory."

Lenny frowned, "so what does this have to do with me?"

"Everything," The Magistri\'s face suddenly became serious, "you, for some reason happen to be quite special. Without Cuban\'s corrupt blood, you managed to reach the lesser demon ranks."

The Magistri\'s tone suddenly became low and gentler. Much like a whisper, "I know what you did to the Chimera queen and Potty. And after seeing what you did back there, I know you have the potential to do more."

Hearing this, Lenny suddenly took several steps back, "so what are you saying? You want to turn me to one of you...!?"

[Author\'s note: I woke up and wrotee this chapter cause I saw you guys chasing me in my dreams... LoL]