Human Deity: Rise of the Arthur

Chapter 1: Awake

A bright yet cold light enveloped his body with a tinge of numbness to his body.

A whisper not loud but emanating a strong aura said " No physical power, no talent, slightly higher than average intellect ... nonetheless, it all pales in comparison to what really matters, the will to survive and adapt."

Opening his eyes he observes his surroundings. The sound of metal clashing, blood on the floor, roars of different humanoid creatures, cheers of the audience chanting "KILL! KILL! KILL!" repeatedly.

"Ha... ha... this is a dream right?" Arthur laughs coldly as he sees everything around him.

"Ahhhhh" a warrior screams as his head gets chopped clean off by a humanoid creature. Gurgles of what was left sounded in Arthur's head.

"NOPE! Not a dream! What is going on?!" as Arthur shows a look that has confusion and fear.

"Hey wait... what's that kid doing in the middle of the ring?" a spectator mumbles to himself. As he bothers the others nearby him as to notice the youth in the middle of the ring. As the other spectators notice the youth they were surprised as to what that youth was doing in the ring.

As the spectators of this event start to question what the youth was doing in the ring a voice so loud that it rendered all the other voices within the "Colosseum of the Guilty" silent.

"Do not worry about that kid! He was convicted as a murder that killed his own parents and siblings, he deserves whatever he gets in this event!" the cold dominating voice fabricated. Hearing this Arthur was shocked, what he heard didn't make sense to him at all since he was just sleeping a moment ago.

"Ah! Sorry, we doubted your majesty!" the voices within the colosseum sounded. But a faint voice within the noise said "What!? Why me? I didn't kill my family or anyone as the matter of the fact I didn't kill anyone at all! Now please let me ou..."

*Fwip*

A large broadsword slashed towards Arthur as he barely dodges the strike. Blood drips down his arm as starts to moan in pain.

"Shut up criminal you deserve everything that you are gonna get!" an angry spectator shouts at Arthur. Hearing this Arthur starts to run towards broken dagger embedded within the landscape. He wasn't the typical person that will just try to run and survive- he was a survivor. He ran away from the swordsman towards the dagger. He tried to pull it with all his strength but couldn't due to the injury he sustained from the strike earlier.

"Hahahaha! A kid like you doing this challenge? You are courting death!" said by the swordsman as he prepares to strike again. The strike this time had "Will" in it, the core foundation of every person in the realm.

"DIE!" the swordsman shouted as he swung his sword towards Arthur which was filled with The Will of Small Short Slashes- creates a slash within a short range of the strike and is weaker than the original strike by a lot.

Arthur sees this strike and dodges it, suddenly a slash appeared in his arm and was slightly bleeding. He was shocked at what had happened everything was happening way too fast and he still hasn't fully accepted that this was where he currently was. Everything up to this point was just an instinct that he had, therefore, he wasn't thinking at all about what he was doing.

As this swordsman was about to finish Arthur off, Arthur kicked this swordsman in the knees, a part of his body that wasn't armored, making the latter unbalanced and lose his grip of the sword. As Arthur sees that the swordsman had fallen down another person tried to kill Arthur with a bow but with his quick reflexes, the arrow just grazes the face leaving a mark. This time it was a ranged opponent but luckily he wasn't the only target, this archer only attacks the people who weren't focusing on her making Arthur feel a little bit relieved not having to fight a ranged opponent.