I regret the past and hate myself, but there is a trace of joy. It is great that I can survive.
That's how humans are
The duel ground is there, watered with blood, piled with corpses, the air is filled with the smell of decay, and ancient cracks go deep into the earth. People go to the high platform to fight, declare victory like a king, or be trampled on the soles of people like ants. There is the highest glory and the lowest shame. There are only two choices, life or death. But it has stood for thousands of years, because some people like this kind of blood-stained glory.
Why is this?
Not every question in the world has an answer.
Maybe it's just because there are primitive desires and bloodthirsty instincts in everyone's heart.
Our story begins here, with a young man with a smile in his eyes, who followed the smell of blood.
In fact, there is a devil living in everyone's heart.
(It's the first time for a newbie to post, I'm so nervous, so please give me some advice (☆_☆)~)