I’m a Rebel in Another World

Chapter 51: I've Gone Mentally Ill!

Bloodhorn didn't agree immediately, and Henwil's team continued participating in the next gladiatorial match as usual.

They still achieved victory, but the other four teams of youths suffered targeted attacks.

Major nobles had spent money to deploy gladiators they had trained from other establishments, following arena regulations.

All four youth teams suffered varying degrees of losses—five youths died in total, and seven were permanently disabled.

This accounted for nearly a quarter of the young gladiators' numbers. The loss of one entire youth team made Bloodhorn fly into a furious rage.

After calming down, Bloodhorn recalled what Henwil had said.

He immediately made new adjustments and established a new rule: young gladiators wouldn't accept paid challenges for six months.

After six months, they would only accept challenges from peers—adult gladiators couldn't participate, especially those from outside Bloodhorn's arena.

Additionally, for the monthly four gladiatorial performances, only one group of young gladiators would appear each time.

The remaining youths were consolidated into three teams, rotating performance appearances along with Henwil's five-member squad.However, since Henwil's team now had high popularity, their ticket prices would be slightly higher.

This approach maintained mystery while satisfying the audience's demand for gladiatorial performances.

It also gave other young gladiators more exposure opportunities to build larger fan bases.

For the young gladiators, there were both advantages and disadvantages. The benefit was having sufficient rest time, allowing even injuries to fully heal.

The drawback was earning significantly less money since they only performed once a month.

But overall, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.

For Henwil, this meant more opportunities to survive, successfully distributing the risks.

Two weeks later, Henwil's five-member team entered the arena again, this time facing a group of children.

This was arranged by Bloodhorn to boost their popularity.

Although Henwil felt extremely unwilling in his heart, to survive, he had to wield his spear and kill the opponent assigned to him.

However, unlike his other teammates, Henwil's attacks were brutally efficient—every thrust fatal.

After one round of attacks, he had already speared several youths on the opposing side.

All were killed with single strikes, their hearts pierced through.

In the eyes of many nobles, this wasn't considered cruel but rather helping those children find release.

Compared to the brutal slaughter displayed by other members of Team Insect, Henwil didn't make those youths suffer excessively.

From then on, Henwil's codename 'Qin' came to be understood as the Merciful Youth!

In several subsequent matches, Henwil had to kill children.

For someone mentally mature with a complete value system from his previous life, this became a severe test of conscience.

Just as Henwil was repeatedly tormented internally, his golden finger finally arrived!

But he didn't feel the previous excitement and anticipation.

Until he discovered this golden finger was quite different from those described in novels and films.

Or rather, a chat group had appeared in his mind.

The group contained several dozen people, all with blank names.

But after the first person spoke, everyone gradually gained names.

"Holy shit! Is this the standard newbie package for transmigrators?"

"Why a chat group? How am I supposed to defy heaven and change my fate with this!"

"Wait! Maybe this is our system! We might be in the same world, using our respective influence to form a secret organization that controls the world!"

"Exactly! Exactly! I'm in the Sheng Yun Dynasty, the youngest son of a general!"

"Where's Sheng Yun Dynasty? Never heard of it! I'm in the Great Wind Empire—my cheap old man is the Grand Tutor!"

"Sheng Yun Dynasty? Great Wind Empire? Never heard of those either! My father is Chu Ying! Do you know him?"

"Chu Ying? Who's that? I'm the youngest son of the Minister of War in the Jiu Yuan Empire."

"You don't know Chu Ying? Surely you know the Tian Hua Empire? You're not from some borderland minor kingdom, are you? Chu Ying is the emperor of Tian Hua Empire!

I'm the empire's fifteenth prince! So? Want to cling to my thigh, you borderland barbarians? ╯▽╰!"

"How dare you! My Xia An Dynasty spans nine thousand li east to west, ten thousand li north to south! All nations pay tribute to us—we're invincible under heaven! How dare you call us barbarians!"

"Audacious! Still dreaming! My Hao Tai Empire is the world's most fertile land, with territory spanning millions of square kilometers and population in the hundreds of millions! What kind of trash are you people?"

"Wait! Aren't we all on the same continent?"

After passionate discussion, they confirmed they weren't on the same continent, or even in the same world.

Suddenly, a voice message appeared: "Little brothers! What's the use of this thing? Can we trade materials with each other?"

Hearing this sweet voice, the group fell silent.

Then suddenly exploded with activity.

"There's a girl here!"

"Slurp—licking the screen!"

"Same here!"

"Plus one!"

...

Eventually everyone settled down, confirming this chat group was merely a chat group.

Just something for everyone to chat and relieve boredom—no practical use.

Or perhaps its functions hadn't been discovered yet, or new features hadn't been unlocked.

From beginning to end, Henwil never spoke.

At this time, his conscience was being tested, and he thought this was his hallucination—a group of entertainers he had imagined.

Just a bunch of entertainers from his homeland.

Fellow beings he had conjured to ease the guilt of killing so many children.

In this world, he couldn't show weakness. He knew killing children was wrong.

But in this sick world, it seemed like he was the only one who was wrong!

So he needed to find kindred spirits to confide in.

He originally thought he would develop schizophrenia, splitting into two personalities—good and evil—between survival and conscience.

Instead, he never imagined his imagination was so rich that he conjured up so many entertainers.

Henwil didn't want to chat with these imagined personalities—that would make him seem truly mentally ill.

But it truly reflected that saying from his previous life's internet.

Since developing mental illness, his mental state had improved greatly!

By lurking daily and secretly reading chat records, Henwil's psychological pressure had significantly reduced.

Unconsciously, Henwil had spent a year at Bloodhorn Arena.

Here he could learn the continental calendar dates, and he finally made a wish on his eleventh birthday.

He wished to escape this bloody gladiatorial arena soon!

Currently, Henwil still hadn't saved any money—everything was spent on body tempering potions.

His body seemed like a bottomless pit—battle energy never manifested.

But Henwil clearly sensed he was growing stronger.

Now Henwil's team of five remained Bloodhorn Arena's ace performers, with large audiences cheering them on every match.

Long-term contact and cooperation had changed the three boys' opinions of Henwil significantly.

They all tacitly acknowledged Henwil as their big brother, though even the youngest among them, Mishir, was older than Henwil.