I’m a Rebel in Another World

Chapter 47: Professionals

"Number One! You should have realized the situation has changed. Originally, I was going to train you as my finest masterpiece.

But now you have a new destination. I will begin teaching you some special techniques next, hoping you can survive a bit longer."

Henwil's heart jumped. He never considered this scar-faced bald man to be good.

Him saying this now certainly wasn't out of kindness or having developed pity for him.

From Scarface Oki's eyes, Henwil could detect that this guy's gaze toward him had always been perverse.

In his eyes, Henwil wasn't a human being but a fine piece of material, a work worth investing effort in.

Just like a sculptor encountering a beautiful piece of uncarved jade, Scarface Oki wanted to create his most proud masterpiece on Henwil.

Now his expression of regret and reluctance was merely lamentation over losing a legacy piece.

Henwil remained silent. Scarface Oki, as Henwil had guessed, began chattering incessantly about his dissatisfaction.

From Scarface Oki's words, Henwil discovered he had guessed wrong.This place called the Forging Furnace wasn't an assassin base, or rather, not just an assassin base.

The organization was quite massive, not only exporting assassins to the outside world.

They also sold some trained warriors to become shadow guards or death warriors for those important figures.

Now, Henwil discovered they had another business—sending gladiators to the gladiatorial arena.

Scarface Oki had already explained that in a few months, including Henwil,

all these youths would be sent to the gladiatorial arena to become gladiators there.

Fighting and killing daily to entertain those spectators.

This made Henwil quite anxious!

If he were to become an assassin, he could still find an appropriate opportunity to fake his death and escape, breaking free from this organization's control.

But if he were to become a gladiator, that would be terrible.

His escape opportunities would be few, and the danger level would skyrocket.

He never expected such terrible news for his tenth birthday.

After learning this news, Henwil moved escape planning to the top of his schedule.

For the next half year or more, Henwil would no longer solely receive training from Scarface Oki but would learn from a new instructor alongside the other youths.

Scarface Oki remained responsible for their various trainings, but during afternoons, they would be taught various arena techniques by that new instructor.

One-on-one combat, group battles, bare-handed fighting, fully armed combat, fighting humans, battling fierce beasts...

Various combat knowledge was systematically taught to the youths.

They had two practical combat sessions monthly, either against captured prisoners or captured wild beasts.

Originally, Henwil's group had 73 youths. During Scarface Oki's one-year training, 7 youths had died.

But in just this first month of targeted intensive training, 5 more had died.

Henwil clearly felt that they youths had transformed from initial commodities into expendable consumables.

But there were benefits too—better food, new housing with windows, and most importantly, the potions the organization provided.

These were Knight's Body Training potions. The people here had no time to teach the youths Knight's Body Training Techniques.

They merely wanted to enhance the youths' physical constitutions so they would perform better in the arena.

For something that was essentially free, Henwil quite liked it.

The only problem was the quantity was too scarce—one potion only lasted Henwil a week.

Of course, other youths needed at least three months to fully absorb it into their bodies.

Three months later, Henwil obtained his second body training potion, which also meant he only had three months left.

The new instructor was a champion gladiator who had spent over ten years in the arena and finally didn't have to fight anymore.

His experience was extremely valuable, enabling the youths to gain the most cheers at the smallest cost.

When you feel time is pressing, it seems to accelerate, rushing forward relentlessly.

Soon the sixth month arrived, and Henwil still hadn't found an escape opportunity.

The organization had already begun custom-making various items for the youths, including but not limited to weapons, armor, clothing, and shoes.

Clearly, their departure was approaching.

That day, Scarface Oki found Henwil: "Sigh~! Kid, I hope you can survive.

Persist for one year. If you haven't died by then, I'll find a way to bring you back.

Your mentality, your strength—they shouldn't be wasted on gladiatorial performances. You should kill people! You were born to kill!"

You were born to kill! Your whole family was born to kill!

Scarface Oki didn't hear Henwil's internal complaints, continuing: "Your path is still long, you should have better opportunities!

What you consider powerful is simply laughable! You think your father was strong? He couldn't last ten moves against me.

So-called knights are merely the entrance to professional classes, just stepping stones to the extraordinary.

Beyond lies a much broader world, far more spectacular than you can imagine.

Above knights exist great knights, steel knights who comprehend the knight's heart, glory knights who integrate knightly will into their souls.

But I'm not a knight. My path is that of a berserker, but I cannot teach you. Partly because you're unqualified, but more importantly, my power comes from bloodline.

Knights, berserkers, rangers, shadows, warlocks, spellcasters... among these professional classes, each has their bloodline professions—they are the pinnacle existences within each class.

Heights that non-bloodline individuals can scarcely reach in their entire lifetimes. They are the darlings of the gods, and of course! I am too!"

After speaking, Scarface Oki's body emitted a faint bloody mist as he grabbed a nearby shield.

Like a red-hot branding iron touching ice, Scarface Oki's fingers effortlessly pierced through the steel shield, tearing out a large hole.

Withdrawing his energy, Scarface Oki looked at the stunned Henwil and grinned with satisfaction.

"Kid! Survive well! If you haven't died after one year, I'll show you the broader world!"

After Scarface Oki left, Henwil personally inspected the shield, confirming no tricks were involved.

Holy shit!

This brutal? Is this still human? Body stronger than steel?

Henwil felt a wave of retrospective fear. He had once considered finding an opportunity to escape!

Fortunately, he hadn't acted, otherwise grass would already be sprouting on his grave.

This world is so incredible!

So extraordinary powers truly exist, and knight's battle energy is just the simplest application?!

Henwil now felt extremely interested in these so-called professional classes.

However, after two days, Henwil came to his senses.

The power Scarface Oki demonstrated was indeed fierce, but it definitely wasn't easily attained, and using it probably came with significant costs.

At that time, Henwil sensed that after Scarface Oki withdrew his ability, his aura dropped considerably.

Probably, if caught off guard, Henwil could still thrust a sword through his neck.

Good!

As long as it's not impervious to damage, everything is manageable.