Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki - Chapter 7Book 4: -2: Lies

The protagonist is reborn in the late Roman Republic and becomes a gladiator under Spartacus. How will he escape the tragic fate of being crucified, and how will he survive in the Mediterranean ruled by Rome? Stay tuned!

“Rome must fall! As long as it exists, we cannot escape our fate of death!” — Maximus

Trample over the proud, suppress myriad paths!To vie for the ultimate way, only I, the Sword Sovereign, shall stand supreme!My sword may seem ordinary at first glance, but rest assured, it will be your end!

“Blue Star version 4.0 will be updated without stopping at 12:00 am on April 1st. The main content and adjustments of this update are as follows.”

“Add this month’s rule “Active Master”: All players must talk to others 1,000 sentences a day…”

When an abrupt reminder sounded in the ears of all humans on the blue star.

The world ushered in the baptism.

In the monthly version update, there will be a new rule of the month, and all players must abide by the rule.

…

And Chen Yi, who picked up a big leak before the third version update, looked at the full 6-digit coupon balance in his account and grinned.

“Consumptive rabbit, we may have to rise up completely this time.”

- Description from novelbuddy

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.