Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 752: A Shocking Surprise!

Asmodeus watched as other auction members dragged Funf off the stage, their bodies wrapped in pure leather. 'That looks tight.' He remembered a movie from the 90s where a bunch of cats ate a woman alive. Then she became a leather-wearing femme fatale called Catwoman, and these women all resembled her.

'I didn't think they had that material in this world, though.'

He used Lumina's webbing to create many designs and styled cloth from his previous world because he had zero knowledge about fashion. She could only create similar copies with the same properties instead of the actual product.

'Well, now she's gone, it seems I can rest easier.'

[Honey, my earrings are full.]

A simple sentence from Nerim brought Asmodeus another piece of good news; he'd felt those old artefacts which gave her the Siren's blessing and bloodline. The amount of divine aura she could pour into them would be close to the amount of a divine shard.

'A good trump card, remember to focus on recovery now.'

'You must wait for me to make a move.'

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"Ladies and gentlemen, forgive us for our malfunction!"

The beautiful three auctioneers returned to their posts, the crown nowhere to be seen.

'It seems they've cancelled the sale.'

As he was about to speak to Nerim again, the three women stood back to back and snapped their fingers; the stage began to transform again.

Instantly, the four sections snapped back together before twirling in the air and lowering slowly. Each of the auctioneers remained still as if they had become statues during this moment, and then a male's voice came from the surroundings.

"Dear Customers, VIPS and beloved partners! Due to technical issues, we've decided to bring forward the event you've all been looking forward to!"

"Hm?" Asmodeus frowned.

He didn't know what the event was.

Thud!

Suddenly, from above, a massive crystal screen, much like the ones he'd seen at the Super Bowl in his previous life, lowered before hovering directly in front of him. The size could easily be 2,468 inches wide by 576 inches tall.

'Is this a fantasy world, Jumbotron?!'

However, the moment the screen lit up, his eyes widened, and he suddenly felt a thrill, like watching a gladiator at the movies for the first time as a kid.

His inner child began to stir, although he knew he needed to remain focused.

This kind of scenery for Asmodeus was nostalgic and reminded him of the past before his father left, again because of past Lumina's stupid curse.

'Well, because of Mephisto.'

[Honey, what is this?! It's so strange... Ah! There's an image floating in the sky!]

Asmodeus couldn't mock her, unlike the people who lived on the mainland of the empire to the south, who might have seen this technology on a smaller scale. Nerim, a mermaid-kin, someone prime to be kidnapped and sold as a slave, couldn't have seen them.

So he just curled his lips and let her get excited.

'Just wait, soon there will be something more interesting.'

Although he worried about what depraved things they might show, his eyes widened the moment the crystal wall turned on.

Vwoom!

With a low vibration of magic and technology, the image appeared.

A huge arena, the camera or whatever they used to film, slowly panned closer, flying similarly to the drone camera for sports and other events.

Asmodeus wondered if another reincarnated person or someone who isekai'd here had anything to do with this massive jumbotron.

Chants.

Cheering.

All of it came from the people sitting around him.

"YEAH! IT'S TIME!"

"I've brought my entire earnings to bet on this!"

"Come on, King of Beasts!"

The people shouted so loudly, as a small holographic panel popped up in front of Asmodeus, on the screen were simple things.

[Arena Betting System]

- Winning Bet [Gladiator Names]

- Punishment Bet [Gladiator Names]

- Purchase Agreement [Choice of Gladiator Names and prices]

- [Take Part] + [Betting Multiplication]

Upon seeing the different choices, Asmodeus suddenly realised this might be the moment he finally sees his brother Brando again. He couldn't help but worry how the bald, little merchant was doing after so long in captivity.

'I did teach him a breathing technique, but... will he remember or have the time to keep it up?'

Asmodeus watched the screen, his hand comfortably over the betting screen, after purchasing the elves, although it hit his funds heavily. He could still buy everything he planned to tonight.

"Now then, for the event you've all been waiting for! Our Arena Deathmatch!"

"Only one side can survive!"

"It's Red Against Blue!"

'...I see what they did there.'

The three beautiful auctioneers appeared on the screen wearing different outfits, but Funf remained absent, likely because she tried to wear that crown like a fool.

'Though that pleading look she gave me was kind of cute.'

He whiffed his head as the scene focused on the first gate for the blue team.

"To the challengers, the weakest and lowest rank of our slaves! Found by some filthy pirates and sold for a few coppers! Let's see those dirty sea dogs and watch them suffer!"

[Team Blue Active]

The betting screen came active as ten men slowly stepped out of the gate, "No fucking way?!" Asmodeus cursed as he stared at the man leading the group, his face proud, body covered in wounds, scars and most of all, dark brown, rippling muscles.

"Why the hell are they all bald!?" One of the crowd shouted at the ten men.

Asmodeus couldn't help but cover his mouth, hiding the massive grin, because the names popped up on the betting screen, and without caring, he piled on the bets.

[Bet + 1000 on Team Blue: B-Rando]

[Bet + 1000 on Team Blue: B-Rando]

[Bet + 1000 on Team Blue: B-Rando]

[Maximum bet reached!]

He increased his bed to the maximum, his body shaking at the sight of this uncanny view. Ten bald, oiled, bronzed men covered in scars and muscles. All with a bizarre moustache and the Golden emblem marking that Brando had tattooed on his back.

'Here I was worrying for this guy, and he's made a fucking clan?!'

Their bodies all used the special ability Asmodeus taught Brando, although because they lacked the demon blood, he assumed Brando used his. It meant that the others could never reach Brando's level, but could grow rapidly with his Demonic Breathing Technique.

'To think that using mana to boost muscle strength, endurance and explosive power, reinforce bone structure and improve the body could have such a glorious result... but why.... why are they all bald?!'

Asmodeus took a deep breath, glancing at the buttons.

He hovered over the

[Take Part] button, ready to jump in to save his brother should something happen—the lack of Marth and the fact that this was a death game made Asmodeus worry.

"Now then! We have our wonderful trash Blue team, who will be their first opponent?!"

"OR what!"

Beeeeeeeep!

Once the indistinct sound echoed, followed by the furious roar of a monster hidden by the darkness and the gates.

'That sounds big, but I think Brando can handle it, for sure...'

With a hiss of hydraulics, the metal bars slowly lowered, while Brando shouted to his men, each of them rushing to pick up broken spears, nets and other weapons with a practised ease, bringing a sense of peace to Asmodeus.

Boom!

Boom!

Until the colossal ogre stepped into the arena, its body so big it almost crushed the entrance with its broad shoulders. The ogre with dark skin and a single eye held a stone club the size of a car.

'It's about four metres tall.'

With each step the monster took, the ground shook slightly, with little craters in the sand.

[Will those people be okay?!]

Nerim's worried voice echoed as she watched the event. She didn't know Brando, but Asmodeus told her he was bald, and so she assumed he was one of the ten men.

'Don't worry, do you see the one leading them, with the blonde moustache and that strange crossbow?'

'That's my brother, Brando!'

Asmodeus didn't hear her response because the action suddenly started.

"Oh my god, this huge colossus has slain over a hundred inferior humans so far!"

"But can these bald hunks succeed?!"

"Maybe they will raise their bidding price?!"

"Okay, folks! It's the last moment now! Place your bets, who will win, or will they all die!"

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"Shit, this thing is huge, boss!"

One of the bald grunts who tried to beat Brando when he first entered the cell called out while setting up the net trap.

"Don't speak! Prepare to fight, this thing is beyond what we've been fighting until now." Brando's voice sounded deeper than ever, his atmosphere no longer a mere merchant but a fierce fighting warrior.

He grasped the crossbow in his hand and mounted the thing using his shoulder.

"Tsk. The wind is against us."

"Big brother, let us help!"

"Boss, I'll block him!"

Two bald men with iron swords and shields stood ahead of him on either side, their bodies wouldn't do much, but after being beaten and trained (tortured) by Brando's methods, their hearts became fond of this old man.

"Yes, boss, don't lose hope! Big Sis' will be fighting here for sure!"

'These fucking idiots...'

At first, Brando wantedto survive quietly, but the moment he heard about his wife fighting, he changed his mind. He first began to take the training Asmodeus gave him seriously. Though he lost hair, he became more aggressive.

'Well, Martha said she liked my new muscles...'

After ten days, he beat the men in his cell dozens of times and taught them the training technique.

Not out of charity, but to survive.

When they saw the number who died in the arena before today, for the so-called warm-ups, everyone, including Brando, realised surviving alone was impossible.

'Unless you're my boss, or wife.'

Thus, through thick and thin, these nine rough, bald muscle men were now his brothers and only allies in this hell.

"We've fought orcs, goblins and werewolves. But this is something different, don't become cocky, remember. Shoot! Recover, shoot again!"

Because his cell accepted the most dangerous missions, Brando and his group got the most tokens to buy items, and with those, he bought four heavy crossbows.

Behind him, four men used the ground to brace themselves.

"Aim for the bastard's eye, once he loses that, split in all directions and pull the wire and net traps!"

"YES, BOSS!"

'These embarrassing guys...'

With one last sigh, Brando wished he could smoke a cigar.

As he aimed, the swaying weight of the crossbow was familiar and comfortable now as the gigantic ogre charged at him, swinging its club like a beast.

"Three."

"Two."

On two, the other four men lifted their crossbows and readied, sweat pooling down their bronzed bodies.

"FIRE!"

Da-Da-Da-Da-DENG!