Suho soon arrived in front of an imposing building of grand demonic design—the coliseum. The arena was surrounded by high walls with bizarre pillars that appeared to be mixed with demon horns and skulls.2

“Go ahead.” The overseer handed Suho over to the guards and returned to the labor camp.1

As the iron gate closed behind him, Suho lifted his head to observe the new demons.0

[Demon Guard]1

Demon guards, huh… He immediately assessed their combat power. Judging by the orange color of their name tags, he could tell they were fairly strong, but not unbeatable.1

The demon guards were also sizing him up, and they began examining him from head to toe.1

“Finally, it’s been ages since something useful has come along,” a demon guard said.1

“It’s a shame he’s small,” another added.1

“It might suit him. Nowadays, gladiators need something that sets them apart. He needs a persona. Don’t you know that?”1

“Of course I do! Well, his horn is unusual. That should...1