Yu-Gi-Oh!, the Roar of the Weak

Chapter 187 The Birth of Giants

Upon hearing this, Di Xing felt a tremor in his heart. At that moment, the "giant" seemed to sense something, turned his head, and looked at Di Xing.

Di Xing's gaze met that scarlet single eye, and instantly a flood of information entered Di Xing's mind.

......

In a dimly lit dungeon, the bewildered ancient mechanical entity gained consciousness for the first time.

He managed to utter a sound.

"Are you... the master?"

A bespectacled man with a messy hairstyle, shirtless but stubbornly draped in a research coat made from a white flag, shouted excitedly, "Great! You're conscious! I succeeded!"

The three different colored mechanical creatures carrying gears on their backs beside them also danced with joy.

The researcher with the bird's nest-shaped haircut lunged excitedly to hug himself, only to bump into his own hard body and get a big bump.

He patted his large bag, still smiling, and said, "Hello, test subject gX 4257. Ah, you're conscious now, so it's not good to call you by your test number anymore. From now on, I'll call you 'Giant,' even though you're still very small, hehehe."

The researcher with the bird's nest hairstyle was there grinning foolishly.

"Received, mine, name 'Giant'."

"Yes, yes, listen, 'Giant,' I will keep improving you, making you very strong, strong enough to drive away all those vile beasts."

"A wild beast?"

"Yes, those are the ones."

The researcher pulled out a very ugly sketch. It depicted a humanoid monster holding an axe, but with a dinosaur's head.

"They are Gladiator Beasts; they've oppressed us for too long. We must defeat them!"

"oppression?"

“That’s right, ‘Giant,’ you must remember this: oppression is wrong, we must resist.”

"Oppression, no, resistance!"

......

The screen flips

The researcher with the bird's nest hairstyle secretly draped a cloak over it, and the two went to a small underground window in the circular arena. Only their heads could peek out; the window was fitted with iron bars, designed to allow the slaves to watch the matches.

Several humans, with chains around their necks, were dragged onto the arena. Some were enormous, others were short, but all were emaciated and pale.

Opposite them was a chimpanzee driving a golden vehicle and wielding a large spiked club.

"Hahaha, you lowly humans, come and please me!" the gorilla laughed wildly, then started its vehicle and charged towards the humans.

A tall, muscular human roared and charged at him, but the gorilla merely swung his spiked club, and the man's head flew off.

"Too fragile, too fragile!" The gorilla roared with laughter as it charged into the crowd, instantly filling the entire arena with screams of agony.

Meanwhile, the beast-headed, human-bodied creatures in the stands let out excited shouts.

"Kill them, kill all of humanity!"

In the frenzied slaughter of the sword-fighting beast-chariot battle, the arena was almost entirely littered with human limbs and mutilations, leaving only two trembling, seemingly immature children.

Sword Fighter Beast Chariot looked at the two children with a wicked grin, and the next moment he threw out two ropes, which were looped around the children's necks. The children screamed in terror.

But the truck bed ignored them completely and started its own engine. The child was dragged along the ground with his neck in his hand. The two children struggled desperately, letting out painful screams.

But all they got in response was roaring laughter from the stands.

"This is oppression!" The "giant" didn't have teeth yet, but its gears still made a grinding, teeth-gritting sound.

"Yes, this is oppression, and we must defeat it!"

"Oppression, no, resistance!"

Just then, a shield flew in, severing the ropes at the back of the wagon bed. It drew a graceful arc in the air before returning to its wielder's hand.

"Enough! Rider, this is not the kind of gladiatorial combat a Gladiator should engage in!" The shield-wielding centaur-type Gladiator—Kendomon—rushed onto the field.

Qi Dou glanced at the two children; sadly, they were already mangled and lifeless.

"Oh, little pony, are you pitying humans? Have you forgotten how they treated us in the past?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten, and I'm not sympathizing with them, but your actions have tarnished our noble gladiatorial art." With that, the rider turned and left the arena without looking back.

......

Screen changes

In the long darkness, the number of humans in the surrounding cells dwindled, and those who managed to return all lost parts of their limbs.

Many strangers came to this cell, and together with the bird-headed researcher, they modified the "giant's" rudimentary body. Some worn-out parts were installed on him, and he gradually began to resemble a human.

"That's great, this way you'll get stronger and stronger!"

"I am strong, and I will protect you."

"Haha, that's right. You must remember, 'Giant,' your power is meant to protect people, never to oppress them. Oppressing people is wrong."

"Oppression is wrong."

The three parts were also dancing happily nearby.

......

The scene shifts again.

The researcher with the bird's nest hairstyle was dragged into the arena in shackles, while the "giant" could only grip the railings, nervously watching his master.

The owner turned around and gave him his usual smile. "It's alright, don't worry. I've found the right part. I'll put your right eye in when we get back."

Opposite the master was a green humanoid creature, but it had the head and wings of a bird.

"What's going on? Why did you bring such a skinny person along?" the Sword Fighter said, displeased.

"Are you looking down on me, Spartacus?"

"Stop being so picky, gunfight."

In the stands, Spartacus, the dinosaur-type gladiator, lay back in his seat, his hands supporting his head, and lazily said...

"There are fewer and fewer humans. This guy is a nobleman, after all. Are you going to fight those trash paupers?"

"Then come down and fight me!" Gunfight said, dissatisfied.

"You haven't won enough matches yet. You can fight me when you have enough."

Gunslinger glanced at the researcher with the bird's nest hair who was still forcing a smile, and keenly noticed that his legs were trembling.

"Aren't you going to run?" Gunslinger walked up to him, looking down at him.

"Escape, running away is useless."

"Oh, I thought you had some courage, but it turns out you just couldn't escape."

"Running away is so we can defeat you more effectively!"

"Interesting. I admire your ambition. We Gladiators also relied on this ambition to defeat you humans. The difference is that most of us have our own pride."

As he spoke, the gun barrel flapped its wings, knocking the longsword from the researcher's hand, and then pointed the gun at his head with the one on his arm, but the man with the messy hair nimbly dodged it.

"Oh?"

Bird's Nest Hair leaped forward, grabbed his longsword, and charged towards the gun barrel.

Gun barrel flew up and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

"Owner!"

The giant shook the iron bars, making them creak and groan.