Rise Of Destruction - Chapter 11

‘ I hope they’re escorting me out…otherwise, I will have to fight them! One day as a wolf is better than a whole life as a sheep…’

Amon was surrounded into a square formation and was led towards somewhere. They were moving underground and soon reached the high ground by using the elevator.

After a bit more walking they arrived on the first floor of the arena. There the man in white who spoke during the tournament could be seen drinking his wine.

“Do you know why you were brought here?” asked the man.

“To give me my freedom?” answered Amon with his own questioning tone.

“Actually yes but… Do you know how many people sell their slaves or themselves into the arena? Do you know how much money is in stake?” inquired the man as he looked at Amon as if he killed his father.

“I don’t really care… I did my part!” said Amon insistently.

“Do you want to work for me? I can pay you, you just have to kill in the arena for me and bath in glory! Women, money, fame could be yours! I can offer you the prettiest women for your first night” offered the man.

“I want my first night to be special…anyway are you going to…” before managing to finish his sentence with a grin, Amon was interrupted. “Perfect! There is a prostitute with one leg and another with mental issues. Are you interested?” asked the man as if he had won the negotiations.

“I don’t need these stuff. Are you going to waste more of my time?” asked Amon impatiently.

“Little bastard don’t you understand the position you are in?” After this sentence, Amon charged towards the man who screamed in return and fell on his butt.

Amon was tripped by the shaft of a spear and did not manage to reach the man but that did not stop him from mocking the man. “Haha… you even fell! Pu*sy!”

“Guards! Beat him up and prepare to hang him after three hours!” After hearing his command Amon put his arms on his face and his knees to his arms. The guards started to beat him but at least he had prepared a bit.

In the end, they were too much and Amon’s defences were broken. Picking him up the guards held his hands and leaned him on the wall while the rest of the guards would punch him.

There was lots of blood on his face and his belly area had fist marks but he still had a grin.

“Ah…bastard! What is he made of?” cursed a guard as he held his hand after punching Amon in the head.

“Bring the water bucket!” Soon a bucket was brought and Amon’s face was ‘washed’ in it for six or seven minutes. This was his limit as a magician and the guards also knew when to stop.

After twenty minutes the water was already dirty and as Amon’s head was pulled out, he took a deep breath as he started talking.

“Wait..wait..” the guards surprisingly stopped and looked at him. They were expecting him to agree or beg for his life.

“Can you change the water please? its too dirty…”

“Brrrghhhh” his head was pushed into the bucket again.

After an unknown amount of time, they stopped torturing him with their bare hands. They used hilts. Amon’s every bone was beaten blue but he didn’t scream or complain. He gritted his teeth and endured.

Time passed and the guards started taking him somewhere else.

“Is the fun over?” he asked but no one responded.

The place he was brought on was crowded. There were people but they were behind steel bars. In the centre, there was a hanging and decapitating ground.

Putting the rope around Amon’s head, the guard gave a thumb up as he looked towards the open carriage. In it, the man in white was observing the process.

“Any last wishes?” asked the guard who tied him up.

“Untie the rope and let me go,” said Amon which resulted in the man looking towards the carriage.

Seeing the confusion on the guard’s face, the white-robed man made a questioning look.

“He wants me to untie the rope and let him go,” said the guard, but was met only with an angry look. Slapping Amon on the back of his head moved towards the lever.

“Wait! You cant hang him!” an old voice suddenly sounded.

‘Why, who are you?” asked the white-robed man seriously.

“I’m Red Lei from Scorching Battle Sect! I came to recruit this young man.” a path opened between the crowd and an old man in red robes was seen at the end of the line.

Everyone was shocked by what the old man had said. The Scorching Battle Sect was a very prestigious power and Red Lei himself had his own bloody reputation which was based on his personal power.

“He’s not part of your sect! Plus I don’t think he’s even a fire mage, hang him!” commanded the white-robed man in the carriage.

“I’m a fire mage!” screamed Amon before he felt his body falling. Just as the rope was about to hang him, it was burned and Amon fell directly on the ground.

An explosion was heard as the carriage was blown while Amon felt a hand grabbing him, after which he blacked out.

Waking up he found himself on a boat. “Where are we going?” asked Amon as he looked around. There were many small boats like the one he was in and they were all boarded by red-robed youngsters or old men and women.

“We are going to my Scorching Battle Sect! You are a part of it now as I saved your life Amonelius,” said Red Lei as he looked at Amon.

“My name is Amon but okay, I agree on the part of becoming a disciple in your sect. By the way, where am I, which kingdom?” asked, Amon.

“Amon? I prefer Amonelius. You’re in the Rigis Kingdom but don’t worry, the sect is based on its own island.” answered Red Lei.

“What happened with the as*hole in the carriage?”

“I don’t know. Probably dead but if he is not, then you must take revenge on your own when you get stronger, if you want.” Said, Red Lei, as he passed the oar to Amon.

Amon in return nodded and started using the oar while enjoying the beautiful scenery and waiting to arrive at his new home, not as a servant or a slave but as a disciple!