Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

The arena was within the heart of the castle—a sprawling colosseum designed for combat and spectacle alike.

It wasn't some half-baked sparring hall with wooden dummies and dust. No, this place was built to host battles that shook the ground and excited the blood.

Towering walls rose around us like titans carved from stone, enclosing the battlefield in a perfect circle. Rows upon rows of tiered seating stretched high above the ground, structured like a stadium, giving a clear view from every angle.

The entrances weren't barred gates or rusted chains like the ancient Roman colosseums I remembered from history class—they were polished, reinforced doors, elegantly inlaid with gold patterns. 'Well, at least one thing's different from Earth.'

We entered from the very top, stepping into what could only be described as the VIP lounge. Fewer seats, more space, and each chair looked like it cost more than an entire mansion—crimson cushions, gilded edges, and actual gemstones embedded into the framework like it was some royal jewelry collection.

The room was cozy but lavish. Adorned with elegant vases, flickering lamps, and an ornate chandelier that cast shimmering light over the polished floor. Steel railings lined the front, acting as a barrier between the nobles and the battlefield far below.

Lucian stepped forward, arms wide open like he was showing off a prized possession. "Behold—the arena," he announced dramatically. Then, turning to face us, he grinned. "Well then, go on. Start your duel."

And just like that, he and the groom's parents casually took their seats. Lucian parked himself right in the center of the three ornate thrones, while the others seated themselves to his left, as if they were here to watch a circus rather than a battle to death.

I stared at them, blinking. What the hell do you mean "go on"?

Did they not see the twenty-foot drop between me and the arena floor? What did they expect—me to swan dive down and pray I didn't shatter every bone in my body?

I glanced down over the railing. 'Yep. That was a long-ass way down.'