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As much as I worried about the future there was nothing I could effectively do about it.
I became known as the beast-taming contestant.
All my fights from that point onward were to be with the hound I had tamed.
This would make me stronger, but in turn, these bastards would just increase the strength of my opponents too.
It would usually be a fight 2 v 1 in our favor.
As if that made a big difference.
They still didn't give me any kind of weapon.
I would try my best to do as much as possible without hurting my body too much.
After all, any serious injury could easily become a death sentence there.
They tended to always push the slaves to their very limit.
Any step back makes one a goner.
That simple.
For we are but data to them.
Not even worthy of existing.
Many times I hoped that some righteous sect would stumble upon this and save us.
Sadly the world is not such a bright place.
All of these so-called good guys nothing but hypocrites.
Effort spent without visible progress or result is the hardest.
What is the point of it all?
Why?
To remain tall and proud...
Even if it ends up being worthless.
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