Sparta: Many childrens, Many Blessings, Starting from the Gladiator Chapter 36 36

"I want to say…"

Saxa reached out. Her fingers traced the scar on Lynx's chest. "You and I are the sa kind of people. We both survived on the battlefield. We both know we might die tomorrow, so…"

She stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, her voice as low as a sigh: "So don't think too much. Tonight, just treat it as the last carnival before death."

With that, she kissed him.

It was not a gentle touch, but a fierce plunder.

Teeth knocked against lips. It hurt a bit.

But Lynx didn't dodge.

He raised his hand, grabbed the back of Saxa's head, and kissed her back fiercely.

The two were like two beasts in heat, biting and entangling each other. They crashed from the water basin all the way to the wall, then rolled onto the straw mat.

Clothes were roughly torn off and thrown everywhere.

Saxa's skin was burning hot. Her muscles were as taut as bowstrings.

Her hands left red scratches on Lynx's back. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Low, suppressed growls like an injured female wolf ca from her throat.

Lynx didn't hold back either.

He gripped Saxa's waist hard, leaving new marks on those old scars.

The straw mat creaked under them. The shadows on the wall shook wildly.

The oil lamp fla flickered wildly from the wind they stirred.

After an unknown amount of ti, everything cald down.

The two lay on the straw mat, covered in sweat, panting heavily.

Saxa laughed first. Her laughter was hoarse: "You… really have stamina."

Lynx didn't speak. He raised his arm to cover his eyes.

The air was filled with the fishy scent of lust, mixed with the sll of sweat and herbs.

"Hey."

Saxa elbowed him.

"Hmm?"

"The performance match… how confident are you?"

Saxa asked.

"Fifty percent."

"Only fifty percent?"

Saxa raised an eyebrow. "Then you still dare to rebel?"

"Fifty percent is enough."

Lynx said. "Better than waiting for death."

Saxa was silent for a while, then suddenly flipped over, lay on his chest, and stared into his eyes: "Lynx, tell the truth — what exactly are you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you are too different."

Saxa stared into his eyes and said, "Your fighting style, your way of thinking, your way of treating injuries… even the way you sleep with won are all different from us. You don't seem like a person from this era."

Lynx's heart tightened.

This woman's intuition was too accurate.

But he couldn't say.

"I am who I am."

Saxa stared at him for a long ti and finally sighed. She rested her head on his chest: "Fine. If you don't say, I won't ask. Anyway…"

She paused, her voice lowered: "Anyway, my life was picked up. Being able to go crazy with a person like you, even if I die, it's worth it."

Lynx didn't reply.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the ferocious scars on Saxa's back.

One, two, three…

Each one was a story.

A story about war, death, and struggling to survive.

"Saxa."

He suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?"

"After the performance match, if we survive… where do you want to go?"

Saxa thought for a mont and shook her head: "I don't know. Maybe continue being a gladiator, maybe find a place to live in seclusion, or maybe… go kill Romans."

"Can you kill them all?"

"I can't."

Saxa paused. Her tone suddenly beca sharp: "But killing one is one."

Lynx was silent.

He could understand this kind of hatred.

Just like he understood his own obsession to survive and beco stronger.

In this fucked-up world, you need sothing to hold on to so you don't collapse.

"Go to sleep."

Saxa's voice was already sleepy. "We still have training tomorrow."

She flipped over, turned her back to Lynx, and her breathing soon beca steady.

But Lynx couldn't sleep.

He stared at the ceiling. His mind went over the plan again.

The money was there — what Saxa stole, plus what he had saved, enough for a while.

Manpower was ready — fifteen gladiators, plus Saxa and Mira, seventeen people.

The ship issue… Crixus said it was arranged, but he didn't give specific details.

He needed to find an opportunity to ask clearly.

And Nodis's side…

Just as he was thinking, a system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the Host had intimate relations with high-potential female character "Saxa" and successfully impregnated her!]

[Congratulations on achieving the "Many Children, Many Blessings" achievent!]

[Obtained reward: Berserk Battle Intent (short-term increase in attack power and pain blocking), Command Halo (slight increase in subordinates' morale and combat power)!]

[Additional reward: System Points x350!]

Another wave of heat surged through his body.

This ti it wasn't an increase in physique or knowledge, but a kind of… combat instinct.

Lynx could feel sothing extra in his blood.

A potential to erupt in desperate situations and go berserk in pain.

And that "Command Halo" — although he couldn't feel the specific effect yet, it should make the people around him braver and more loyal.

500 points received.

Plus the previous 500, he now had 850 points.

He could exchange for more things.

Lynx opened the system shop and browsed quickly.

[Danger Perception] was already there.

[Toxin Resistance] beginner level was enough.

[Physique Enhancent Potion] required 1000 points, not enough.

[Agility Enhancent] 700 points, could consider.

[Strength Enhancent] also 700 points.

Or… save it and use it at a critical mont.

Lynx hesitated for a mont and ultimately decided to save it first.

Points were his life-saving trump card. He couldn't spend them recklessly.

He closed the system panel and glanced at Saxa beside him.

This woman was sleeping soundly. Her breathing was even. The scars on her back looked like ravines in the dim light.

Another person carrying his child.

Mira, Lucretia, now plus Saxa.

Three won, three unborn children.

The responsibility was heavier.

The pressure was also greater.

But he didn't feel burdened. Instead, he had a strange sense of steadiness.

In this strange, dangerous world, he finally had ties, reasons he must survive.

The cry of an owl ca from outside the window.

The night was deep.

Lynx closed his eyes and forced himself to rest.

Tomorrow, there was still one last day of training.

Then, it would be the performance match.

A life-and-death ga.

He must win.

For these people who had staked their lives on him.

For these won carrying his children.

And for… himself.

After an unknown amount of ti, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, there were only blades, swords, blood, and sand.

But in those cruel scenes, a few faces occasionally flashed by.

Mira's gentle smile.

Lucretia's complex eyes.

Saxa's wild kiss.

And… the blurry appearance of the unborn child.

In the dream, he clenched his fist.

Live.

He must live.

When the sky was about to brighten, Saxa woke up.

She got up quietly, put on her clothes, looked at Lynx who was still sleeping, and the corner of her mouth curved into a smile.

Then she bent down and kissed his forehead lightly.

"Don't die, you bastard."

She said softly and turned to push the door open and leave.

Lynx opened his eyes the mont she closed the door.

He hadn't slept deeply.

In this place, no one dared to sleep deeply.

He sat up and moved his shoulders.

The newly obtained "Berserk Battle Intent" was faintly restless in his blood, like a wild beast locked in a cage, waiting for the mont of release.

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