Mars slipped in and out of consciousness, he saw Old Bean taking a bag of of what looked like coins from a overweight woman covered in jewels.

“This one ended up hitting the jackpot with that skill of his, you are lucky it was only a crafting skill he received or you would be heading to the same place he is Bean” She said as she handed Bean the bag of coins.

“My apologies mistress, if I’d known he had such a skill I would have knocked him out myself..”

Old Bean bowed and turned away from the woman.

“Take this one to the ludus, he will make fine sport for the arena”

She said to the guard holding Mars over his shoulder, this guard was fitted in similar attire to the guards at the front gate however the emblem emblazoned on his chest was that of a coin and tusk.

“As you command mistress” He said with a bow.

Mars was roughly tossed into one of the cells in the ludus forcing him to wake.

“Ah fuck that hurt you bastard, let me out of here I did nothing wrong!”

Yelling towards the guard, to no avail the guard just laughed at him and slammed the cell door shut.

Mars looked around the cell and found it was bare, aside from the hole in the ground where he could relieve himself.

Three stone walls surrounded him, with a small barred window to the rear, out of rage at being so stupid as to trust a complete stranger he kicked the cell door.

However this door was reinforced and his kick did nothing.. Seeing that it was of no use Mars sat down in the corner of the cell.

“That Old fucker, just wait until I get out of here I will beat the living shit out of him.”

The cute little spider floated in through the barred window and landed on his lap.

“At Least I have you Nowi” he rubbed her head as nestled into him for the night.

With a thought brought out his dice.

“seems like I have access to your storage here, might as well give that skill a shot” He lifted the dice up and activated the skill.

Item Duplication: Based on current Level & Luck you may duplicate this item twice, Proceed? Y/N

He watched as his golden dice began to spin, spin so fast that it began to hover and vibrate just above his palm until suddenly it broke off into two dice which then repeated this process once more until finally 3 dice floated softly to his palm clinching the dice he threw a hammer fist into the wall behind him, causing a slight fissure to appear.

“Good with this I may be able to escape… If only my dimensional magic worked I would jump out of here without an issue"

He laid his head back, exhausted. Shutting his eyes he fell asleep thinking of ways he would harm Bean.

Mars awoke to sheer pain as he was violently kicked in his stomach by another guard.

"Get up you useless shit, it's time to see what you are made of.. By the looks of you, you 'd be a good houseboy"

Mars wretched onto the floor and slowly got to his feet.

“What do you mean, what I am made of? What's a houseboy?” He asked through gritted teeth, still holding his bruise ribs.

“You'll find out soon enough let's go” the guard said as he grabbed Mars by the arm shoving him forward.

He was directed passed cell after cell, Finally they came to a courtyard where he saw half naked men and women rippled with muscle, engaged in hand to hand combat.

He watched as a man shot in for a take down, only to be met by a vicious knee.

Snapping his head back, sending teeth, blood and spittle over the coarse sand, the man lay on the ground, gurgling on his own blood.

The other man stood above him, raising his leg to send a shooting heel right into his chest!

The sound of a whip cracked the air, sounding the end of the bout, A tall muscular man stood there holding a whip in hand, outfitted in leather warrior's garb.

“Recruits line! This sand beneath your feet is the sand that will forge your path.. You will not fear death, you will embrace death! You will caress it!, make love to it! As you will become GLADIATORS!” He cracked his whip.

The men beside Mars yelled in unison.

“YES DOCTORE.” slamming their fists into their chests with a grunt.

“Death is all that awaits you, but you choose how you die, blade in hand or snivelling and crying, like the little teet suckling babes you came into this world as! So I say to you, who amongst you wishes to die with honor.”

He drew his blade held it high into the air.

“DOCTORE, DOCTORE, DOCTORE.” the men began to chant his name.

With the crack of his whip he silenced them.

“So we have some fresh blood here.”

The guards shoved both Mars, as well as the dark skinned youth, who was roughly two heads taller than him forward.

“Yes Doctore, this one was caught cheating in the Lanistas Casino."

He ripped Mars shirt off so that he stood there bare chested for all to see - Mars was lean and lithe thanks to his racial features, however compared to the boy beside him he looked almost childlike…

"This one was caught trying to molest the tanner's daughter, he was once the black smiths apprentice."

Ripping the youths top off everyone could clearly see who has the muscular advantage here.

“You have two choices, One you fight each other to the death for the honor to train here on this sacred sand forged by tears of blood, two, you will sold into slavery and more then likely become some aristocrates house boy, where you will feast on his cock until he finds something more entertaining and kills you… the choice is yours”

Doctore tossed his sword onto the sand, between the two boys.

They both looked at each other, Than back to the blade a few times before the dark boy kicked Mars in the chest making a dive for the blade..