Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Chapter 1 1

Crack!

The salt-soaked leather whip lashed fiercely across his back, instantly tearing the skin open.

Lynx sucked in a sharp breath as the intense pain swept over his nearly numb nerves like a tidal wave.

"Fuck… I'm not dead yet?"

A crude voice rang out beside him, carrying so impatience. "This cheap-boned slave is quite tough. Still moving after thirty lashes."

Lynx struggled to raise his head. The glaring sunlight made him squint.

His vision was blurry. He could only see several n in simple Roman-style leather armor, looking like overseers, surrounding him.

He himself was tied to a wooden post with coarse hemp ropes, upper body naked, covered in crisscrossing old and new whip scars.

Scorching heat, thirst, and pain that pierced deep into his bones…

This was not a dream.

A flood of unfamiliar mory fragnts suddenly surged into his mind — escaped slave, recaptured, public execution as a warning… The original owner of this body had already died from the endless whipping.

And he, a 21st-century corporate slave nad Lynx, had just been working overti on a damn company PowerPoint. His vision went black, and he transmigrated into this hellish place!

The world of Spartacus?

Gladiator training camp? Capua?

Fuck! And he was a runaway slave about to be whipped to death!

This was a hellish start!

"Look at what? You damned mongrel!"

The overseer holding the whip saw that his eyes were no longer empty but had a sharp glint that made him uncomfortable. Imdiately furious, he raised the whip and swung it with full strength toward Lynx's face!

"I'll send you to hell!"

The whip shadow whistled.

If this hit solidly, he would either die or be crippled.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

A strong unwillingness surged in Lynx's heart.

Die right after transmigrating?

What a fucking joke!

"I refuse!!"

He roared madly in his heart.

Ding—!

A cold, emotionless chanical voice suddenly sounded deep in his mind.

[Strong will to survive detected. Binding conditions t…] ["More Sons, More Power" System activating… 1%… 50%… 100%! Activation successful!]

[Host: Lynx (Marcus)] [Status: Near Death (severe dehydration, multiple soft tissue lacerations, high risk of infection)] [Beginner Gift Pack has been issued. Claim imdiately?]

A system?!!

Lynx's heart almost jumped out of his throat!

As expected, transmigrator benefits!

"Claim it! Claim it right now!!"

He roared with all his willpower.

[Congratulations Host for obtaining "Basic Recovery Potion" x1!] [Congratulations Host for obtaining "Basic Combat Mastery"!]

A weak but clear warm current instantly spread throughout his body, especially his limbs and core. It was as if muscle mory had been instantly imprinted. Various basic grappling, fighting, and power generation techniques beca clear in his mind.

Although it wasn't so divine skill, it was the most practical and life-saving technique!

At the sa ti, he felt a cool little bottle appear out of thin air in his hands tied behind his back.

Truly a gift in the snow!

"System, use the Basic Recovery Potion!"

He gave the order without hesitation.

The small bottle in his hand disappeared instantly.

A stream of energy far stronger and more refreshing than when he received the combat knowledge surged from deep within his body like sweet rain, quickly flowing to his limbs and bones!

The burning pain on his back faded at an astonishing speed. The wounds itched, closed, and scabbed over!

His body, which had been dizzy and powerless due to blood loss and dehydration, regained strength continuously like long-parched land receiving rain!

It was even better than the body's original peak state!

The overseer's vicious whip had just reached in front of Lynx!

"Die for !"

The overseer's face showed cruel pleasure.

However, the next second, his expression froze.

A well-defined hand full of astonishing power shot out like an iron clamp and accurately, firmly grabbed the tip of the falling whip!

"What?!"

The overseer's pupils shrank sharply. He couldn't believe his eyes.

How could this slave, who had been on the verge of death just monts ago, have such speed and power?!

Lynx suddenly raised his head. His previously pain-dazed eyes were now sharp as a falcon's. His icy gaze, like a real blade, stabbed fiercely at the overseer.

He yanked hard with his wrist!

"Ugh ah!"

The overseer felt an irresistible force from the whip and was pulled forward, stumbling.

The hemp ropes binding his body snapped like rotten grass under Lynx's suddenly restored and enhanced strength!

He regained freedom!

Lynx did not hesitate at all. Like a cheetah, he sprang up from beside the wooden post, charged forward, and threw his right fist like a cannonball, carrying all his anger and resentnt toward this shitty world, smashing it hard into the overseer's face twisted with shock!

"You're the one who goes to hell, motherfucker!"

Bang!!

A dull, teeth-aching loud sound.

The overseer didn't even have ti to scream!

His whole body flew back two to three ters like he was hit by a charging wild bull. His nose bridge instantly collapsed, facial bones made a horrifying cracking sound, and blood mixed with several teeth sprayed out.

He fell to the ground like a pile of mud, twitched twice, and then fell completely silent!

Silence!

A deathly silence!

The other overseers and slaves who had been watching or waiting for tasks all froze in place as if under a body-binding spell, mouths wide open, eyes almost popping out.

What happened?

That runaway slave called Lynx — wasn't he almost dead?

How did he break free from the ropes?

He punched… and sent the notoriously cruel overseer Brutus flying?

By the look of it, he was probably dead!

Madman! This is a madman!

Lynx stood in place, breathing lightly, feeling the surging power in his body and the scabbed wounds on his back that only itched slightly.

He shook his blood-stained fist and swept his cold gaze over the remaining overseers.

"Anyone else?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a heart-chilling murderous aura.

"Anyone else want to taste my fist?!"

The remaining overseers shivered under his gaze and took a step back together, their faces full of fear.

They could bully ordinary slaves, but facing this ruthless man who could kill Brutus with one punch, going up would be sending themselves to death!

One of the smarter ones reacted and scread, "He… he killed Brutus! Quick! Go report to Master Batiatus!!"

After saying that, he scrambled desperately toward the main building of the training camp.

Lynx did not stop him.

He took a deep breath of the air filled with blood and dust, forcing himself to calm down.

Killing one overseer was only the beginning.

Next, he would face the owner of this gladiator training camp — Batiatus.

He quickly organized the mories and system information in his mind.

The "More Sons, More Power" System… Rewards for combining with high-potential won and impregnating them…

This system was a bit shaless, but… it really suited his taste!

In this man-eat-man barbaric world, morality was a luxury. Strength was the foundation!

To survive, to live comfortably, and to make sure no one dared to touch him, he must beco stronger by any ans!

Won, wealth, power — he wanted them all!

Batiatus… Lucretia… Spartacus… Crixus…

One by one, familiar yet unfamiliar nas flashed through his mind.

He knew that the butterfly he had beco had already flapped its wings.

This world that was already full of undercurrents would surely stir up an even greater storm because of his arrival!

Looking at the back of the fleeing overseer and glancing at Brutus's corpse on the ground, the corners of Lynx's mouth curved into a cold and arrogant arc.

"Report to Batiatus? Perfect."

"I was just worried I wouldn't have a chance to 'introduce' myself."

He rolled his neck, producing a crisp cracking sound, his eyes sharp as a blade.