Devil Slave (Satan system)



Cuban turned to him with a high brow.

Hearing there was going to be another wager, Lady Hanger had instantly gotten interested.

She leaned forward in her seat, "another wager!? I want in."

"Of course, Lady Hanger, I do not mind if you join us. In fact, I do not mind if any of the other Arena masters are interested in this wager."

Cuban was taken aback by this.

When it came to wagers, it was always just him and Basit.

After all, Basit targeted him because of his heritage.

The only reason Lady Hanger joined the previous time was because he needed a method to encourage Cuban.

However, the moment Cuban agreed to the Wager with him, others should not participate.

But that did not matter, after the recent win, Cuban felt very cocky about his luck.

Cuban chuckled a little, "Basit! After losing one thousand females in total, you still have wealth that you wish to loose?"

Those words infuriated Basit. 

After all, the wound was still fresh in his heart.

He had incured really heavy losses that had truly pushed him on the brink of bankruptcy.

In fact, it was so bad that he did not even want to see his own Arena at the moment.

It was a reminder of his loss.

His only hope now, was that by some means, his own Gladiators won this match.

Duncan and Danny also heard the conversations amongst the Arena masters and got interested.

After all, these were demons. It was in their nature to enjoy seeing people lose. This included their own.

Basit forced a smile, "this will be your biggest bet yet. Let's bet on an entire class."

"Huh!?" The Arena masters gasped in shock.

Basit was proposing that they Bet an entire Gladiator class. Whether it was A till F did not matter.

This meant that if Cuban won and picked A class, all the gladiators in A class would be taken.

And if he picked F class, he would take all the grassroot Humans.

This included those at the farms and working the basic functions that made the Arena what it was.

"If any of your gladiators make it to the end, you'll get an entire class of your choice from me, and if Your Gladiator makes it till the end, I take a class of my choice from you."

"Hmmm! And what of the other Arena masters?"Cuban asked.

"That's simple! They can take which ever side they want to. If An Arena master supports me, then he will have to be willing to sacrifice an entire Class, and if he supports you, he should also be willing to sacrifice an entire class."

Hearing this, Cuban could almost not believe it.

This was truly the biggest bet he had engaged in yet.

It was good to note that the higher the class, the lower the number of humans in it, but that also meant the stronger they were.

Naturally, most people in such a bet would not go for A Class, but rather F class.

After all, it was the most populous class. Although weak, that was not a problem for an Arena master.

The stock could always be trained as it needed to be.

Whereas, picking A class had little to No advantage.

This was the same thing for the other classes.

In other words, even though the Bet Stated that he could pick any class, F class was truly the only class that would be picked.

All the Arena masters were not dull and were very clear on this knowledge.

Immediately, the Arena masters all nodded in agreement.

Cuban thought for a while. His eyes even moved over to the screen showing what was happening in front of the dungeon.

He's eyes focused on Lenny for a few seconds, and then he made up his mind.

 The prospect of gain and loss was just too huge to resist.

After all, a good bet was all or nothing.

Basit nodded, "in that case, let the Arena masters all pick a side. If you want to pick me, please indicate by a show of hand."

Surprisingly, there were a lot of hands in the air.

"Good! If you pick Cuban, please show by a raise of hand." 

Cuban suddenly frowned. He suddenly had an ominous feeling about this bet.

It tugged deep at his intuition.

He did not know why, but he could suddenly tell that this was not good.

However, he suddenly heard a light feminine voice.

It sounded as if a beautiful flower sprinkled with star dust had suddenly developed a mouth and spoke.

"I'll join Master Cuban!"

This took all of them by surprise. They all paused and looked in the direction of the voice.

It had come from the Special VIP area. That is, it had come directly from the lips of Lady Vinegar.

Although still covered by a veil, they could tell that her eyes were on them.

"I will join Master Cuban. However, this Arena is not mine but my father's. Therefore, I'll only add two thousand humans to this bet. Regardless, if Master Cuban is willing to share is future loot with me, I won't mind."

This took the Arena masters by surprise.

Cuban stood up and bowed slightly at Lady Vinegar, "if the lady so wishes to invest in this Arena master, I will humbly accept your generousity."

Immediately, two other voices spoke up, "if sister who is going to become our future mate is investing in this, then we do not mind joining in." 

It was Duncan that spoke up.

"Yes! Just as my brother has said," Danny concurred. "We will also give one thousand humans, two hundred fully aged adult branded skin marks, and a hundred rank 2 Hell beast cores!"

"Huh!" The Arena Masters were shocked by this.

Because of the economical standard of this world, most demons traded the old Banter system.

I give you what I have and you give me what you have that I need.

However, those in a more civil setting used a different method if payment, and that was either by Hell beast cores or by Branded human skin.

Demons were a race that believed in strength and power as opposed to just ability.

For this reason, their Hell beasts were ranked in this manner.

For example, the pheonix core that was to be gifted was a treasured gift, but it was only considered as a rank 1 hell beast because it did not have any offensive power whatsoever.

Hell beast cores depending on the strength of the beast can be consumed to increase one's own strength or power.

Meanwhile, the other system of economical trade was by Branded Human Skin.

This also had its own grading system depending on the brand on it, and the age of the human skin.

Duncan and Danny were promising a lot money and human slaves on Cuban.

This was enough wealth to keep an Arena running smoothly for another ten years.

Besides finding old Adults in this age and time was like finding a diamond in basket of crystals.

This surely made quite expensive to have.

Clawed heard the Bet and also got interested.

After all, he understood that this was a kind of way to win Lady Vinegar's heart.

It would be terrible if Duncan and Danny won her favor and not him.

"I'll give three thousand human slaves and three hundred fully aged adult branded skin marks!"

"HUH!?" This was yet another shock.

Just like that, wealth had now been displayed.

This was an example of connections.

Just because Lady Vinegar had been interested in Cuban's side, those that wanted to favor her had also ocked to his side.

Doin, the other twin pairs in the Arena VIP area were investing in Cuban.

All of them trying to please Lady Vinegar.

Although their bets was not like the first two, it was also not small.

Basit saw this and he felt the urge to Nash his teeth and swallow them.

He was very angry.

This was not his plan. The members of the governor's family were not supposed to butt in.

However, they had done exactly that.

Nevertheless, he had started and could no longer go back.

That would be a disrespect to these demons and that would be a terrible mess up on his side.

Even the Other Arena masters have side glances at him.

Basit ignored all the glances, and waved his hands.

A paper oozing out dark maisma appeared before them.

One look and one could tell that this paper was made from human skin.

"Since they are many participants on this bet, why don't we seal it in a blood oath!?"

Cuban looked around. He nodded.

He made a long scar on his palm with a finger of his other hand, and then he placed it on the floating paper.

The moment he did, the paper turned a slight shade of red.

Basit also did the same thing.

The moment the blood oath was signed, the paper became fully red.

It suddenly tore on its own in mid air and entered their bodies.