The Universe Is Innately Just 8 Gladiator's Heaven

A few minutes after ending his first cultivation session, Fell finished testing out his strength. To his astonishment, he was in the Physique Molding Stage, not just the Early part of the stage. He directly skipped all the Early Physique Molding Stage and was only a single line away from the Mid Physique Molding Stage.

This achievement was only accomplished due to the huge risk he took. If known through the cultivation world, digesting a second grade Pill while still being a mortal would have set huge waves making him well known as a genius.

But this incredible achievement was done on an unknown planet that had just joined the Heaven Ascension Step!

Freshly showered and dressed with a clean set of clothes, Fell finally went out for the first time in a long period.

He was completely transformed, be it physically or mentally. Anzar's influence on Fell was much bigger than what the Ma.s.sin Young Lord expected, Fell having pa.s.sed the biggest calamity in his life.

A black-clothed young man was making his way through the dead Baby Cemetery, he had a head full of short black hair, his skin was fair with a slight golden hue and he possessed a countenance that people from around here weren't used to see. But this same black clothed young man was making his way through the maze-like Baby Cemetery with such ease that he would leave every inhabitant of the slums speechless.

This black-clothed man was Fell. He was going in the direction of his old workplace, Pig's Paw the place where everything began. Pig's Paw was the only bar in New Casablanca's that accepted to hire those born in the Baby Cemetery, Fell could still remember that look of contempt everyone would throw at him when he was looking for a job.

But the Boss of Pig's Paw wasn't like the rest. Behind his mask of Moha the Butcherer, he was just an honest uncle trying to live. Doing his best to live a fulfilling life in an inhuman environment.

Moha was one of the few people that Fell genuinely liked in New Casablanca, making him feel the need to at least tell him that he was quitting his work there.

A few roadblocks and back alleys later, Fell finally arrived at Pig's Paw. Sighing, he leisurly made his way through the same dim street that changed his life, fresh graffities and scribblings lit up by the fluorescent neon lights flas.h.i.+ng from the mult.i.tude of shop's banners.

this seemingly normal place existing foverer in his heart.

Softly opening the door of the bar, Fell checked the inside of the store. It was still too early in the morning, the only customers left were those comatose drunkards that lost to alcohol. Behind the counter, a big man still cleaning last night's jugs, completely oblivious to the newcomer.

Fell naturally approached the counter and saluted while waving his hand.

"Hey Old pal!"

"Call me like that one more time and I'll throw you outside kiddo" grumbled the big man inside his beard, not even checking who was talking to him.

"Oh..", Smirked Fell "You don't even recognize your favorite Baby Cemetery inhabitant"

Hearing this, the old man finally looked at his interlocutor and surprise quickly spread on his face.

"FELL! I THOUGHT YOU HAD DIED!" screamed the big old man, his act resembling a backward country mother meeting her lost child.

"How did you change like this, last time I saw you, you were just scrawny s.h.i.+tty kid from the slums", said moha with an intrigued look in his eyes, "Look at you, you look like a healthy young master from the big cities" he continued while fiddling with his beard.

"So tell me how did you manage to change this much in a week" Moha finally finis.h.i.+ng his countless interrogations.

Not answering him, Fell decided that the better option was just to straight up show him. He approached a table and gently slapped the top of it, Moha looked at the scene in front of him still playing with his beard.

A soft noise spread through the Bar, soon followed by the sound of a table cras.h.i.+ng on the floor. Fell's simple act of slapping the table completely exploded it, leaving behind only a mess of wood sc.r.a.ps and planks.

"Hardening!!!!", screamed the old man completely speechless by the scene in front of him, "Since when are you a hardening user Boy!!"

"Not too long, I spent the last week training" explained Fell with a smile.

"One week? Stop joking, this isn't something you can learn in a week, are you…", Moha stopped in the middle of his sentence not sure if he could use that word.

'Genius? This isn't genius, those guys from the big cities are geniuses, they have the best resources, the best teachers and even they use much more time to learn Hardening.' Fear started stirring in his heart following Moha's train of thought, 'This kid is a complete monster!'

"Anyway did you just come here to ruin my tables?" Moha already calmed down, his long life full of experience helping him stomach the oddity in front of his eyes.

"I came to tell you that I quit! I sincerely thank you for all those years you've taken care of me!" finis.h.i.+ng his sentence with a deep bow in the direction of his Old Boss

"Oh, I kinda expected it when I saw your little trick earlier, what else do you need?"

"I need a place where I can fight! I need to acc.u.mulate enough combat experience! Any idea on where I should go?" fighting intent clearly visible on his juvenile face.

"I know exactly where you need to go, wait for me I'll close the shop, it's a close friend who's in charge there." Moha grabbed his trenchcoat and keys, then quickly closed the shop leaving behind the old drunkard in their drowsy lethargic state.

Thirty minutes later, Fell and Moha were in front of a strange looking building. In front of their eyes laid a cheap replica of the Coliseum, on top of the main door two words could be seen "Gladiator's H aven". Fell noticed that a strange s.p.a.ce was empty between the letters, probably not worth the manager's attention.

"Let's go inside, this place is run by an old friend of mine" entered Moha not even checking if Fell was following his steps.

Gladiator's Heaven's inside was similar to the roman's famous Coliseum, the only downside of this replica was that it was cheaply made. If a decent architect came here he would have probably wondered if it was built based on the doodle of a child, weird metal plates and exceedingly misshapen column had the hard job of being the foundation of this twisted construct.

Fell really didn't know whether to laugh or cry when put in front of this monstrosity.

Moving closer to one of the column, Fell put his hand on the column and gently applied some pressure. Shock soon appeared on his face, even with his newly found strength he couldn't make this crippled column move.

Calming down, a smile appeared in his face.

'This is indeed the place I need'

Looking around, he quickly found where Old Moha was. The old man was again making a scene.

He was screaming and howling in front of another man, weirdly enough the other man was also doing the same. This comical scene leaving Fell completely speechless.

A few minutes later, Moha came back with a satisfied look on his face. Behind him, the eccentric old man was looking at Fell with a weird s.h.i.+ne, his look similar to a master jeweler who just spotted a rough diamond chunk.

Fell was sure, this was the old friend that Old Moha kept talking about.

"Indeed, a lot of potentials, are you sure you want to put him in the elite rank?" asked the eccentric old man, "I mean he has potential, but he could also die in his first fight!"

Old Moha looked at Fell, showing him that he was the one who had the final say on the matter.

"What's the highest rank?" said fell a grin on his youthful face, an unyielding resolve showing in his dark amber eyes