Sors are called sors because they have light magic weaved into their very being. These include the races of dwarves, high elves and humans. I have mao design a spell which switches this affinity over to dark magic. Usually major uable mutations happen during this, but this is to my advahis mutation side effect be directed to be beneficial, and be the catalyst o make the ultimate species. There are however another few roadblocks I o clear before properly deploying it. One being that it has a tendency to cause perma dissociative identity disorder, resulting in effective death. The other being that i light magic within sors is obstrug most of the mutation, if I somehow mao raise one of the sor races without them using magitil they are of age, and thehe spell I could create the ultimate lifeform here and now. Unfortunately, magic is needed frowth in life, so the only thing my experiments have resulted in is a lot of dead babies, and more angry sors.-Logbook of The Grand Stist

  The arena of the Empire is rather big, apparently the people here are big fans of bloodsport. Something also tells me that they specifically love it when non-imperials participate in the bloodbath. I was assured by Eden that the arena practices some of the highest levels of medical care, and security of the lives of its partits. Mainly a lot of strong wizards that specialize in log down someone, and apparently the medical staff even do limited resurres. I asked Cathy why I hadn't heard from it before, and she said that apparently the brain of someone survives for quite long without blood, so it's more powerful healing magic rather than actual resurre.

  The first up is Ky, and it looks like she's up against a massive northman. My match is after this, but I still spectate just fine for now.

  "In one er of the ring today we have the giant of the north, wielding a double bded axe that is said to cleave mountains, we have Eats-The-Skulls!" Cheering is heard upory of the northman dressed in skull, clearly he isn't living up to the name if he's out here wearing skulls instead.

  "And iher er of the ring, we have a testant who, despite being here for her first time we all know and fear, the greatest threat to mankind to be alive, Ky'th the 14th demon lord of Mazurio!" Most of the crowd goes from cheering to fusion, apparently the public wasn't informed of her beioday. Even with her carrying a bde with solid bck fmes ing off of it, I tell that Ky is a bit nervous, with the cheering so readily switg to murmurs across the crowd. This won't do at all.

  "Yeah! Fuck em up, Ky!" My shout is heard by Ky, her nervousness quickly transforms into a smile as she waves at me.

  "Let's all make this tour oo remember! testants get set, ready, fight!" The announcer who is thhly enjoying himself quickly starts the fight without any ceremony. Did they pick Ky's oppoo be a barbarian specifically to unch the fight while the crowd is still rec?

  My thoughts are quickly stopped as the Demon Queen shatters the ground, and abyssal crevices open up around the arena with dark magic leaking out of it. Her oppo wastes no time, and charges directly at Ky. She responds by sending multiple bces at the burly titan, whs off the initial shots, but gets tricked by Ky, who forms a bck ball over his head. The now blind man is still charging in her dire, but she simply hovers away from his charge, as him plummet into a crevice. She never evehe fming bck sword.

  "And that's the first round, folks! Let's all rejoice for a moment that we got to see the demon lord in a, without having to worry about being the target!" The crowd actually cheers this time. It was disappointingly short, but she did dispy an excellent level of skill. I suppose it's unfair to expeyoo put up a fight for more than a minute against the demon lord. Whatever pn the barbarian had was shattered by pure magical might.

  The ares repaired, and a burly bed mas fished out of a crevice before being teo by medics. I quickly buy a hotdog, and make my way down to the arerance. Gearing up for my fight is easy, since I'm practically always geared.

  "For our fight we have a crowd favorite, the immovable wolf, Markryr Hyrtbryker!" My oppo gets announced first, but I'm not in the are, so I simply do some st gear check-ups.

  "And in the opposing er another first timer who has no doubt been on the ears of everyoely, the titanic pirate queen of Quintillius, Esstrey The Mad!" I ehe arena properly, ing face to face with a wolf man. I did a little studying on Mazuriaiquette specifically for su occasion.

  "You are as big as the announcer cimed you were, I will hang your tail from my ceiling, so my pack will forever know who the alpha is." The wolf greets me in standard Mazurian dueling manner. Even if the fight is nohal, Mazurians still procim trophy taking in real fights.

  "I will make your hide into a coat, so the wanna-be bigshots bae remember who they are dealing with." I smile as I say it. His fur does look like it would make a fortable coat.

  "testants get set, ready, fight!"

  As soon as we start, rock starts growing on the skin of the wolfman. His cws take on a metallic shine, and he quickly looks more like a knight than anything else. I'm not idle, as I quickly start summoning water otlefield. It will be easier for me to maneuver ierrain. The wolfman believes he makes the first move by rapidly moving in my dire, but I pull out my ceal-carry crossbow, and force him to cover his eyes for a moment. As the bolt ctters off the rock covered hands, he is instead met with the sight of me charging back at him, tsunami at my back. He gets ready to strike at me, but I use my superior rea at his legs. He grunts in pain as a small cold iron shovel swipes by his leg, causing a shallow cut. I was aiming for deeper.

  He tries to retaliate by advang in bat stance, but uimated my nimbleness when he saw my size. Instead of allowing him to get closer, I simply back off, and start slowly cirg around him on a wave of water. He trates for a little while, and I feel a small threat of something like him reach out. I follow the thread, and notice... beh-!. An explosion of rod dust appears behind me, pushing me in range of the armored dog. He swipes his cws ay tail, drawing blood, but I don't let his success go unpunished as I create a deeper gash in the shallow wound I left before using my shovel. I quickly draw baot letting him strike again. He should have trouble moving right now.

  I decide to use mobility to my advantage, and create a floating donut shaped river with Markryr at the ter. I ehe river, and start cirg him like a shark, while occasionally ung high pressure pieces of the river at him. It's mostly meant to distract him as I... smell... BLOOD. The shovel in my hand is giving off a DELICIOUS smell. I make the river smaller, and start ughing. I AM SO HAPPY THAT HE IS FILLED WITH BLOOD. A small tinge of fear joins the smells, and Markryr begins to cover himself in more metal. Before he fully finish I unch myself at him, he mao ter me by stabbing my in my gut with one of his metal cws, but It's too te for bloodbag. I dig my cws into his shoulders, pierg the pauldrons. I smile at him o time, before I headbutt him hard. I hear rock break, and the wolf fli the mass of mermaid headbutting him. I headbutt again, and I hear a yelp of pain. I headbutt o time, as this time I hear a crack, and he goes limp in my arms.

  My meal is stopped by multiple mages, who quickly work together to unch me away from the wolf. I begin tain my senses as well. This is gonna be a regur thing, isn't it?

  "And we have a winner folks! That has got to be one of the most bloodthirsty fights I have ever hosted, and I have hosted fights between vampires!" The announcer is clearly overreag. Carmil regurly tells me how she wants to do some aggressive bloodletting on imperial nobles.

  I head back to the spectator stands, sihe medic decred me to be fine if I just drink a potion. Sipping on the red juice as I float bay seat, only to find Cathy no lohere. I had barely noticed she was there until I noticed her absence, apparently.

  "For our fight we have on one side of the ring the mea bastard on this side of the globe, the mea and gree, Dakr-al-zuhl!" A rge orc almost as big as the chieftain of our css enters. He wields a serrated bde that looks like it would shatter at any moment.

  "And his oppo will be one we know o nothing about, the most monstrous of northerners, Cathy!" Wait, Cathy was one of the top-sg students? How? Also, they could really only e up with calling her Cathy? That's not even her name, I just started callihat because her real name kind of sounds like that.

  As Cathy ehe arena, she immediately looks in my dire and waves. I simply wave back, looking a bit dumbstruck. She's wearing some odd flesh-like armor covered in eyes. I'm also pretty sure the armor is shifting around, but I'm not sure sihy is kind of a humanoid tentacle slime herself.

  "testants get set, ready, fight!"

  Dakr instantly casts a spell that sets himself on fire, he doesn't really seem too bothered about it, so I'm assuming he is fme retardant ic retardant. Cathy just rips a hole through space, and sps him across the back of his head. He stumbles forward, while Cathy retreats her tentacle, whiow looks mildly charred. The hole closes before Dakr even do anything about it. While he's stupefied, Cathy begins to grow in size, and loses her usual shape until she's more monolith shaped. The orc looks in terror as Cathy sloroaches, multiple mouths having grown on parts not covered by her armor. Dakr charges at Cathy in a fit of fear. His ssh digs into the armor, but despite the mean looking bde carving quite nicely into her there is no blood, and he is swallowed whole.

  The crowd and even the announcer are silent, even the protective mages fet their role for a bit. Instead of waiting for the announcer, Cathy simply waddles over to my seat, which is nid close to the arena edge.

  "Cathy, the announcer hasn't decred the fight over, yet you still have to beat him before you sit back down." The rge flesh monolith looks at me for a sed, before spitting the orc out and giving his still form a sp with a tentacle. Seeing the orc whole and fine seems to snap the mages, and the announcer, out of their stupor.

  "T-the winner is Cathy the northwoman!" The blob iion morphs bato her usual form, and crawls up to sit o me again. The people that were sitting around us take a little more distance from us.

  "Good fight, here, take this hotdog. Eddy is , and the failed drunkard has been hiding his strength way too much, if he has any." Cathy accepts the hotdog, and puts it in one of her mouths.

  "F-for the fight, we have famous duelist, and daughter of the warden of the east, Michelle Prassen!" A fanoble takes to the stage, but the way she carries herself makes it obvious she isn't here for tea. She carries a rapier that she clearly knows how to use.

  "And opposing the warden today is a man we all know and love, our very own, PRINCE EDEN CIVILLIS!" Both the crowd and announcer go wild, Ed-boy is clearly a fan favorite among everyone. Also, am I spotting it wrong, or is Michelle blushiher way, it seems Eden brought along a warhammer, and a decorated golden buckler. I'm sure all of the equipment except for mine is ented today, but the mana reading I feel from that buckler matches Ky's fming sword.

  "testants get set, ready, fight!" This time the fight starts instantly, Michelle tried buffing herself with life magic, but Eden instantly deflected solid sunlight in her face.

  He charges at Michelle who tries to both buff, and protect herself at the same time, but Eden keeps defleg sunlight in her face. When I look closely, I notice that her face is actually somewhat scorched already, and I'm surprised her eyes haven't been burned out already. She stops trying to buff herself, and instead impales her own cloak on her rapier. Eden deflects solid light again, only for the cloak to absorb the light, getting scorched instead. Michelle advao meet Eden's charge, ons csh as the rapier tries to find a gap in Eden's defense, however a gap in Michelle's defense is found instead. She had focused too mu proteg herself from the shield, she doesn't notice when the hammer es through the cloak, and breaks her leg. She screams in pain, and drops her on.

  Eden halts his assault, and helps set her down before the fight is decred over. Michelle doesn't resist, and allows herself to be put in a resting position.

  "The winner is Prince Eden! And a stunning dispy of sportsmanship at the end! I would ment that our other testants couldn't show that much heart today, but that would be unfair with Eden as petition." HUH!? He couldn't even finish his damn whiskey, how is that good sportsmanship? The crowd seems to disagree with me, as they go absolutely wild at Eden's victory.

  "For our testants we have imes arena champion, the stro man of the Empire, MAGNUS BELLATOR!" The man actually almost matches Eden in cheers, and I catch a glimpse of Eden leaving the arena. I see the blood draining from his face, as he gets pale at the mention of the man. Magnus is decked out in full metal pting, with mana signatures indig all of it being rather heavily ented. The equipment doesn't match up to the shield or the sword per piece, but he is much more decked than Ky or Eden were. His total signature is almost twice that of the sword.

  "And fag Magnus in the ring we have the one closest to the moon, the boxing priestess of Luna, Bessielle Minatara!" Bessie steps into the arena, clothed in lunar priestess robes, outfitted for bat. She has brass knuckles on her hands. She already broke nearly everyone's bones during practice, but now she looks like she would eat more bohan a hyena.

  "testants get set, ready, fight!"

  Magnus calmly approaches Bessielle. His swlints in the light, and his tower shield wielded like a feather. Bessiele charges at him i stretch, aiming right for the head. Before Bessiele makes tact, Magnus burst out into blinding light, and ohe light fades Bessiele is ying on the ground. She's bleeding all over and has multiple broken bones. Magnus stands over her in indifference.

  "The victor is Magnus! The stro man once again cims another victory for the empire!" Woah, this guy is no joke. How the fuck did he get all that gear? And why is he even participating if he has all that? Ed-boy has some questions to answer, and Cathy has already left in what is no doubt his dire.

  Prickly