Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Chapter 10 10

Novel: Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Author: Bruceink Updated: Jun 17, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 10 10 from Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator, a Action novel by Bruceink.

On the training ground, a few gladiators who had a good relationship with Crixus finally dared to step forward. They lifted the still twitching Crixus in a ss.

Gisco walked over and gave Lynx a thumbs up: "Aweso! That groin kick, even from far away I felt my balls hurt."

Lynx smiled: "No choice, he has too much strength. Hard fight would put at a disadvantage, so I could only attack his vital point."

"Smart."

Gisco patted his shoulder. "Now in the performance match, he should behave a bit. But you also be careful, that guy holds grudges."

"I know."

The afternoon training continued as usual, but the atmosphere was obviously different.

Previously when Lynx was practicing, occasionally soone would co over to point fingers or deliberately mock loudly beside him.

Now, no one dared to approach within three ters of him.

Even when the instructor ca to guide movents, his tone beca much more polite.

Strength, in this place, is the best pass.

In the evening, Lynx was preparing to return to his cell when that young Syrian gladiator nad Amir ca over again, holding two wooden bowls in his hands.

"Big Brother Lynx,"

He was a bit embarrassed. "This is today's stewed beans. I saw you hadn't eaten yet, so I saved a portion for you."

Lynx took the bowl: "Thank you."

"No need to thank, no need to thank."

Amir hurriedly waved his hands, hesitated for a mont, and said in a low voice, "That… Big Brother, can I learn that move from you? The… groin kick."

Lynx almost choked on the beans.

He looked up at Amir. This kid was only seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and small, clearly not a strength type.

"Why do you want to learn this?"

He couldn't help asking.

Amir's face reddened: "I have little strength. I always suffer when fighting them. If I can learn that move, at least… at least I can protect myself."

Lynx thought for a mont and nodded: "Okay, but that move cannot be used randomly. If used wrong, it will expose yourself to the opponent instead. Before training tomorrow, I will teach you so basic things."

"Really?"

Amir's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Big Brother!"

Looking at his back as he ran away happily, Lynx shook his head.

In this place, bottom-level gladiators like Amir have lives thinner than paper.

Learning one more life-saving skill increases the chance of survival by one point.

And he also needed to cultivate so of his own people.

Gisco counted as one. Amir… could be observed.

After returning to his cell, Lynx closed the door and opened the system panel.

[Ding! Detected that the Host shocked the entire field in an open contest and gained the awe of the gladiator group!]

[Hidden Task triggered: Establish Prestige]

[Task Requirent: Before the performance match, obtain clear loyalty or following from at least ten gladiators (Current: 2/10)]

[Task Reward: System Points x300, Random Attribute Point x1]

"Loyalty or following?"

Lynx looked at the task description. "Gisco and Amir count as two… still eight short."

This task was a bit interesting.

Just beating them into submission wasn't enough; he needed them to willingly follow him.

But there was no rush. There was still one month until the performance match. Take it slow.

He looked at his own attributes.

Physique was already Spartacus-Level (Interdiate), Short Sword Mastery at entry level, and 500 points unused.

At this mont, he suddenly rembered that the system seed to have prompted him earlier about impregnating Lucretia?

According to the ti calculation, it should still be early, with no obvious signs yet.

But… this was a ti bomb.

If Batiatus found out that he not only put a green hat on him but also got his wife pregnant.

He wondered what expression he would have…

Thinking of this, Lynx couldn't help but want to laugh.

But he still needed to find an opportunity to talk with Lucretia about how to handle the follow-up.

Just as he was thinking, footsteps ca from outside the door again.

This ti it wasn't Lucretia.

It was the thin slave beside Batiatus.

"Lynx, Master wants you to go to the study."

Again?

Lynx frowned, but still got up and followed.

In the study, Batiatus was looking at a sheepskin scroll.

Seeing Lynx co in, he motioned for him to sit.

"I heard about the afternoon matter."

Batiatus got straight to the point. "You did well. That guy Crixus needed soone to knock him down a peg."

Lynx didn't speak.

"But don't push him too hard either."

Batiatus put down the sheepskin scroll. "The performance match still needs his strength. Although he is stupid, his combat power is indeed strong. The people from Nodis are very wary of him."

"I understand."

Lynx nodded.

"Good that you understand."

Batiatus took a small money bag from the drawer and threw it to Lynx. "This is the reward money from Lord Varo, ten denarii. You earned it."

Lynx took the money bag and weighed it. It was heavy.

Ten denarii were enough for an ordinary family to live for more than half a year.

In this training camp, it was a huge sum.

"Thank you, Master."

"No need to thank . This is what you exchanged with your life."

Batiatus leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Lynx, I'll give you so inside information. The Nodis training camp placed a heavy bet this ti, betting that you will lose. The four people they sent are all veterans, and… they may use so 'special' thods."

"Special thods?"

"For example, poisoning the weapons."

Batiatus said, "Or drugging your food. The boss of Nodis is a ruthless bastard. To win, he can do anything."

Lynx's eyes instantly turned cold: "Does Master have any suggestions?"

"Suggestions?"

Batiatus smiled. "The suggestion is — win, win beautifully, win so that everyone shuts up."

"As long as you win, all those dirty thods of Nodis will beco jokes. At that ti, their bets will all belong to , and you…"

He paused. "I will give you freedom."

Freedom.

This word was like a bolt of lightning striking into Lynx's heart.

He raised his head and stared at Batiatus: "Really?"

"I swear on my family's honor."

Batiatus said, "As long as you win the performance match, you and Crixus will both gain freedom and no longer be slaves. Of course, if you are willing, you can continue to work for . I will pay you a salary."

Lynx took a deep breath.

Freedom…

This was what he truly wanted.

"I understand."

He stood up. "I will win."

"Very good."

Batiatus nodded with satisfaction. "Go ahead. Prepare well this month. If you need anything, tell the instructor. I will try my best to satisfy you."

Lynx exited the study.

The corridor was very dark, only the torches on the wall crackling.

He gripped the money bag in his hand tightly.

Ten denarii, a starting capital.

Freedom, a goal close at hand.