Chapter 128: The Alpha Wants You
You would think that someone getting their throat slit, with blood pouring out of the semi-decapitated corpse, would put a damper on the people’s enjoyment.
You would be wrong.
If anything, it made the crowd go even more wild as they swarmed the almost-dead man, trying to get the gold coins from him. Some of the men even fell into the pit as they scrambled over the protective barrier, trying to get closer.
Men cheered, and others groaned as the gold continued to fall straight down. Clearly, the man wasn’t dead yet if the wish was still ongoing. I wondered how he felt about being trampled down under the feet of those around him as he struggled to breathe his next breath.
"It looks like we are no longer the center of attention," I muttered, crossing my legs in front of me as the human under me tried to fight through the pain. "Does it really hurt that much?" I continued, calling some pre-popped popcorn from Teddy as I watched the show in the stands.
More men were trying to get in on the wealth, and I could feel the deaths of the audience members as others killed them for what they had. It really wasn’t surprising that they were willing to kill to get the gold; after all, they were more than happy to watch me do it.
Finally, the gold stopped falling from the sky, and cries of protest rose from around me. It took them even longer to realize that there was no gold in their hands or in their pockets, and when that realization hit, they turned to me.
"Where did it go?" demanded one of the men. His hands were clutching the barrier between us while he stood stories above me. Did that make him feel more powerful? Being up higher than me?
Such a shame.