Hearing the news from the white-haired hunter, the crowd cheered so loud that the whole room started to shake, and with the announcement being made, Zain had somewhat figured out what was going on.
"They're making bets on us? So that's why they kept us alive, and why that hunter from before was asking if I could do anything special," Zain thought. "To do this type of thing, to have captives that are Reborn, and possibly even some of those that are Superhuman, they have to be confident in their strength."
Nearly everyone in the room were Zombie Hunters, and there had to be around 200 or so of them here. Even with the use of other zombies, Zain felt like it was difficult for him to survive, and he was sure they would have some Titans with great power.
"Actually, not all of them are hunters." Zain looked up at the balcony, at those who were well-dressed and different from the others.
Right now, the white-haired hunter was describing each of the participants, explaining how they had managed to get caught and what their crimes were. For one of the humans, they were part of the Zombie Hunters but had tried to steal from them and run away. Their punishment had resulted in this.
Through their introductions, Zain did realise one thing: just like him, for all of them, it must have been their first time going through this. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been any need for the introductions.
"Are they betting on which of us will survive? Are we going to go up against each other?" Zain thought.
Closing his eyes, he was trying to focus. His hearing was better than others, but there was a lot of speaking going on. So he had to pay attention to the sound coming from a particular direction, and his aim was the second floor.
"It looks like there is no one that's really worth looking at this time. They all look incredibly weak; they hardly have any meat on their bones."
"You still think that way, after everything you have seen. You know, just from the outside, one is unable to tell what ability they have, and some are stronger than they look."
"We should still bet while we still can," another added. "Who knows when this situation will end? Nearly every other country and city has everything under control."
"It might be longer than you think. You know they discovered that nearly all the meteorites hit this area. Can't you tell from what you have seen? This place is special. It's no wonder that they haven't cleared it yet."
"Either way, this has become quite a good way to entertain ourselves, in return for goods to support those who live in this rotten city. We're hoping to maybe even get some underground broadcasting rights. I'm sure it could become a big hit among other clients."
Zain continued to listen in on what the others were saying, and he was starting to get a bigger picture of what was going on, not just here but outside of their current city.
"It was the same as what the others said. Outside of the city, the other places don't have a high amount of infected and from the sounds of it, demons either. The military has made a border to make sure no one gets out and makes the situation worse for the other cities.
Why did the demons choose this place? Was it just coincidence, and what do they plan to do? If the whole country, the whole world, has already resolved the problem, I can't believe it.
These powerful rich snobs. Instead of trying to help lessen the burden of the situation, they are just using us to entertain themselves."
"And you, redhead!" the white-haired hunter asked. "Please tell us a little about yourself. It is said that they found you in a school. They thought you were dead, but one of them believed they had seen you as a Reborn before, and on the off chance that you were alive, they brought you in.
It looks like you were alive after all. Still, it's amazing. I have never seen a sleeping zombie before. Please tell us about yourself."
Zain opened his eyes. "Sleeping Zombie" wasn't such a bad name for himself. On his body, they had left his armour on, but his weapons, they were gone. His Titan sword and white transformation sword. He hoped that the others would have picked them up.
"I... am a student from a university. I studied with the sword from time to time," Zain mentioned.
He didn't want to give too much away. Maybe they would think he was too big of a threat if he did and just get rid of him. But the second sentence was a lie; he never had practised with the sword until he had received the system.
"A sword, that's very interesting," the man said, looking up at the others, and they nodded.
"Alright, that's all the information that you have gotten on the participants taking part today! You know the drill. You have five minutes to make your bets, and after that, they can't be changed."
While others were taking bets, the white-haired man pointed to one of the men who had a Zombie Hunter uniform on. He was thin and frail with shaggy hair going to his shoulders.
The other participants were moved back to a different space, away from the audience, and were still being kept back.
"I guess we're not going up against each other after all. So the Zombie Hunter is going first... but I wonder what we're going to see."
On the other side of the room, there were a set of double doors, and the hunters stood a clear distance away from the door. The five minutes were finally up.
"Okay, the first round will start! Open the door!"
The double doors opened, and walking right through was a dark brown-skinned figure with white hollow eyes and sharp razor teeth. Finally, there were tentacles sticking out from its back.
Their opponent was a demon.
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