Slumdog Billionaire Husband
Chapter 383

Chapter 383 Backstage

Gerald walked backstage. After passing through the corridor, there was a huge hall. The backstage of the arena was quite huge. With more than 400 people inside, it was not crowded at all. They sat or stood in groups. Some were dressed in tight uniforms, while some dressed loosely. The common point of these clothes was that they were good for moving.

All of them were here to participate in the game.

They talked with the people beside them. At the same time, they looked around from time to time, observing their opponents.

Gerald dressed normally, just like other middle-aged men here. Besides, his look was ordinary. Naturally, no one paid special attention to him.

He sat in a corner. As he glanced at those who were whispering, he smiled in his heart.

Only a few people among them could survive in the end.

Just then, a woman noticed Gerald and walked towards him.

Gerald looked up and down at her. His eyes could not help but light up. She was probably from another country. She was good-looking and in good shape. She was more than five feet tall. With a pair of slender legs, few people could look away from her. Carrying a large broadsword on her back, she had a hat on her head. She walked to Gerald step by step in tight clothes.

The woman looked down at Gerald and asked, "Hello, may I ask which you are in?"

Gerald stared at the smile on her face. She seemed to be friendly.

However, Gerald did not think that she would maintain it for a long time. It was only temporary.

To compete with more than 400 people, no one would be kind-hearted.

"Group C," Gerald said.

The woman's eyes lit up slightly. Then, she reached out a hand and said to Gerald, "What a coincidence! I am also in group C. My name is Ellamae Belen, and I have just reached the top level." Gerald nodded. "I'm Gerry Kenneth."

Ellamae was surprised at Gerald's calm. Unlike other men, he seemed not to be swayed by her beauty at all. Ellamae came up with an idea.

She put down the broadsword and sat down next to Gerald.

Gerald glanced at the saber in astonishment. The saber was definitely heavy, and it would be troublesome to use it. Based on the saber, he could roughly guess what kinds of skills the woman might use. Ellamae asked, "Gerry, what level are you? Do you want to team up with me?"

Gerald frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Don't we need to fight alone?"

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Ellamae replied, "That's right. According to the rules, we have to fight alone. However, situation is different when a real battle begins. Do you see those people in groups? Actually, they've formed teams. The battles are extremely cruel here. I've been competing with others in the arena for a long time. There are lots of people dying here every day."

Gerald asked, "Aren't we enemies in the same group? What if you betray me and sneak up on me after we team up? It's untrustworthy."

Ellamae was stunned for a moment. Then, she nodded and said, "Well, your worry makes sense. However, we can work together to fight against others first. After dealing with all the other enemies, we can fight each other. We only need to decide who will be the winner. Even if we lose, we can still keep our lives."

Gerald sank in thoughts.

Ellamae paused. She looked at Gerald and asked, "How is it? How about we form a team?"

Gerald said, "I don't mind teaming up with you. However, I don't have Vital Energy, and I'm not at the top level. You'd better think twice." Ellamae stared at Gerald in shock and asked, "Are you serious? You don't have Vital Energy. Why did you come to participate in this..."

Gerald deliberately teased her and sighed, "I lost hope in life, and I had no courage to commit

suicide. So, I came here."

Ellamae didn't know what to say. She touched Gerald's head and said, "I understand you. There are many hopeless people like you in this city. Listen, nothing is hard. I have been fighting in the arena for three years, and I was at death's door many times. I'm often desperate. However, I can't die. As

long as I'm still alive, I can see hope one day."

After that, she stood up and was about to talk with others. She said to Gerald, "Think about my

words carefully. If you change your mind, you can directly lie on the ground after the battle begins.

The last person standing will be the winner. If you lie on the ground, no one will attack you."

Gerald smiled and said, "Thanks."

Ellamae left, and Gerald sat motionlessly.

After a while, another voice sounded in his ear, "Can I sit here?"

Gerald remained silent.

"Hello?" the voice sounded again.

Gerald looked over and saw a girl wearing a maroon hat and a denim jacket. She showed her pretty and slender legs in a skirt. With a pair of stockings and boots, she looked cool.

It looked like she was in her twenties.

"Can I?" she asked again.

Gerald said, "No problem."

Seeing that he moved to the side, the girl gave Gerald a sweet smile. Then, she sat down beside him.

With her hands pressed against the ground behind her back, she swayed her long legs from time to

time.

Not long after the girl sat down, Gerald could tell that many people in the background looked over. Their eyes were filled with fear.

Clearly, the one they were afraid of was not him but the girl next to him.

The girl did not speak to Gerald and sat still.

When it was about 9 o'clock, Gerald heard a voice.

It said, "Participants from Group A, please get ready for the game.'

Gerald's heart skipped a beat. He saw many people standing up backstage.

"Finally, it's going to start," Gerald let out a sigh.

Just then, the girl stood up and said, "It's my turn. Can you bless me?"

Gerald was stunned and smiled at her. "I wish you a victory."

"I want a hug," the girl said again.

As she spoke, she walked closer to Gerald and hugged him before he responded. Then, she skipped out of the hall. She was relaxed.

She must have been powerful. Otherwise, she would not be feared by others, and she would not be this confident.

As the crowd began to enter, there were murmurs from the audience outside. Meanwhile, the commentator's passionate voice was heard.

As the commentator spoke in French, Gerald could roughly understand.

There came a roar, "The game begins!"

The contestants backstage rushed over to watch the game. There were many windows backstage, which could help them see the situation in the arena. Gerald did not join them. He felt bored. He remained unmoved, waiting for his turn.

The cries of the audience grew louder and louder. They were excited.

As the time ticked away, more than half an hour passed soon.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Gerald's ears, "Aren't you going to watch the game?"

Gerald looked up and saw Ellamae standing in front of him. Since she was tall, she seemed somewhat domineering when she looked down at Gerald.

"I'm not interested in it," Gerald said.

A trace of sympathy appeared in Ellamae's eyes. She wondered what exactly had happened to him.

Why did he become this disappointed?

"Aren't you going to watch it?" Gerald asked in surprise.

She put on a smile in delight and said, "I need to save my energy. I've already formed a team with about ten people. In this way, I'm supposed to promote the final duel." "The first round is over."

Just then, the commentator's voice sounded.

Both Gerald and Ellamae were shocked. "What?"