I engaged in a life-or-death duel with Micah Wright, the beastman my wife Scarlett Patel and I had adopted. This match was a matter of life and death, and I had to give it my all. However, behind my back, Scarlett revealed my fatal weakness to Micah, whom she had secretly loved for years. Severely injured, my eyes bloodshot, I demanded to know why Scarlett had done this to me. Scarlett disgustedly shook off my hand. She said, “Micah is my adopted son. I have to be responsible for him. How can you be so vicious? Do you really want to see him get hurt?” I let out a bitter laugh. What she didn’t know was that for Micah to win, I had to die. ***** When Micah bit through my throat with his fangs, I was already losing consciousness. Before that moment, I had already endured too much pain. All the bones in my limbs were broken, and my internal organs were crushed. The pain was so intense I couldn’t speak—I could only curl up to protect my most vulnerable neck, praying that Micah would spare my life. But the next second, Micah lunged at me with bloodshot eyes. His fangs instantly pierced my throat, and blood gushed out. Within seconds, I was completely dead. I died, my soul separating from my body and floating into the air. Looking down at my corpse, Micah sneered coldly, then tossed my body aside like garbage. At that moment, the referee announced the end of the match. My soul floated in mid-air, following Micah as he left the arena. A few minutes later, I saw Scarlett waiting outside the arena. This usually cold and arrogant woman was now drenched in sweat, anxiously pacing back and forth at the arena entrance. Seeing Micah emerge, Scarlett shyly approached him. She asked, “Micah, how did it go? Did the match go smoothly?” Micah smiled and reached out to gently stroke Scarlett’s head. He said, “I’m fine, Scarlett. The match went very smoothly.” Scarlett didn’t quite believe him and cupped Micah’s face to examine it carefully. After a few seconds, her expression darkened. She said angrily, “Gabriel actually hurt your face. How could he be so vicious? I told him so many times to make sure he didn’t hurt you. My jealous husband is truly despicable.” Gabriel Robinson—that’s my name. Scarlett’s gaze was as venomous as a snake’s. Following her line of sight, I noticed that Micah had only a tiny wound on his face. In a few more minutes, that wound might even heal completely. I let out a cold laugh, never expecting Scarlett to say such things. How absurd. The people around seemed to have heard her words and turned to look at Micah. Micah apparently felt embarrassed and directly pulled down Scarlett’s hands from his face. He said, “Let’s not talk about this now. Scarlett, let’s go home.” With that, Micah strode forward. Scarlett hurried to catch up, fawningly linking her arm through his. The two of them happily headed home, as if they had completely forgotten about my existence. I laughed at myself mockingly, but my soul drifted forward uncontrollably, following them back to what had been my home in life.
My family has been Orc Gladiators for generations. From age five, I trained under my father Samuel Robinson, learning how to fight Orcs. Samuel always told me that fighting Orcs required skill—you couldn’t be too heavy-handed, you had to know when to stop. Killing an Orc would not only bring shame from the family but also invite revenge from the Orc clan. I always kept Samuel’s words close to heart. After twenty years of fighting Orcs, I’ve always known when to stop. Because of this, I became a model Orc Gladiator, earning genuine respect from many Orcs. But even after I repeatedly promised not to hurt Micah, Scarlett still had a huge fight with me. I said, “I told you I won’t hurt Micah. I’ve been fighting Orcs for twenty years. You know my reputation in the industry. Why won’t you just trust me?” I looked at Scarlett, my voice filled with helplessness. Scarlett roared back, “I don’t care! You have to promise to lose to Micah. Otherwise, I’ll kill myself.” She smashed the vase on the table, then grabbed a shard and pointed it at her wrist. I said sternly, “No. That goes against the rules of the match. I can’t agree to that.” I stepped forward and snatched the ceramic shard from Scarlett’s hand. Scarlett said, “You won’t get away with this, Gabriel. I know your neck is your weakest spot. I’ve already told Micah.” She looked at me with a triumphant smile. Hearing Scarlett’s words broke my heart. I said, “How could you do this? You’ve gone too far. Don’t you know this could get me killed?” Scarlett looked impatient and slapped me hard across the face. She said, “You’re just jealous of my relationship with Micah. If you want to die, then go die. You only have one worthless life. As long as Micah is fine, that’s all that matters.” I was so emotional and shocked I couldn’t speak, then turned and left the apartment directly. Later, Micah really did bite through my neck in the arena. That was also the last time Scarlett and I saw each other. Thinking about this, my heart clenched with pain. Scarlett opened the door and saw ceramic shards scattered on the floor, frowning slightly. She said, “Gabriel probably didn’t show up because he was embarrassed about losing the match. He didn’t even bother to clean up.” I felt a pang of heartache, thinking, “Scarlett, I’ll never be able to help you clean again.” Micah asked, “Scarlett, what are you talking about?” He stepped forward, gently wrapping his arms around Scarlett’s waist. Scarlett touched Micah’s head. Then she smiled lovingly and said, “It’s nothing. Micah, go take a shower first. I’ll check your wounds in a bit.” I watched Micah’s movements in a daze, remembering how Scarlett and I used to be before she found Micah. Scarlett and I grew up together and had been engaged since we were young. Scarlett was sweet and beautiful, the dream girl of many boys, but she only ever liked me. To marry her sooner, I practiced fighting Orcs day and night, coming home injured every day. Scarlett felt sorry for me and would always gently touch my head, then carefully tend to my wounds. In our eighth year together, Scarlett and I got married. Looking at Scarlett in her white wedding dress, I felt like the happiest man in the world. After marriage, I worked outside while Scarlett would prepare meals early every day, waiting for me to come home. Just when I thought we could live together until old age and be happy for life, Scarlett found Micah. When I came home, Micah was already sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing me return, Scarlett excitedly told me she had found a fox Orc while grocery shopping. Looking at Micah with his fox tail, I frowned deeply. Samuel had told me long ago never to casually adopt Orcs. He said beastmen are cunning by nature and will seek revenge for even the smallest grievance, especially fox beastmen. If not raised properly, they would bring disaster upon us. I didn’t want to adopt Micah, and Scarlett gave me the cold shoulder for a week because of it. Eventually, I had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Micah looked like just a teenager back then, with those fox eyes that were so captivating, making it impossible to abandon him. Micah grew quickly, becoming adult-sized within just a few years. But the way he looked at me was always filled with hatred. Meanwhile, Scarlett’s attitude toward me grew increasingly cold. Her attention shifted from me to Micah. She even made me move to the guest bedroom while she slept with Micah every night. I was deeply unhappy about this, but Scarlett didn’t care. She even pointed her finger at my nose and scolded me: “Gabriel, how can your mind be so filthy? Micah is someone I rescued, so of course I have to take responsibility for him. I sleep with him only to take better care of him. Why are you projecting your dirty thoughts onto us? If you keep making such unreasonable scenes, I’ll divorce you.” Words can deceive, but eyes cannot. Scarlett thought she could fool me, but I knew everything. The way she looked at Micah was always filled with love, just like how she used to look at me. I smiled bitterly. When I snapped back to reality, Micah had already finished his shower and come out. Scarlett had been busy for a long time, preparing a whole table of dishes that Micah loved. Ever since adopting Micah, Scarlett always put his feelings first. Micah liked mangoes, so every time Scarlett bought fruit, it was always mangoes. But she seemed to forget that I’d been allergic to mangoes since childhood. The dishes Micah enjoyed appeared on our table every day, just like now. Whether before my death or after, I was the most overlooked person in this house. I watched in despair as Scarlett and Micah finished their entire meal. As usual, after clearing the table, Scarlett accompanied Micah into the bedroom. In the bedroom, Scarlett stared at the scrapes on Micah’s hands, looking extremely worried. She asked, “Did Gabriel cause all of this?” Micah nodded gently and said, “Scarlett, Gabriel didn’t mean it. Don’t blame him. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have beaten Gabriel at the track, embarrassing him. That’s why he stayed out so late.” This was typical of Micah. On the surface, he seemed to be admitting fault, but he was actually shifting all the blame onto me. I had mentioned this to Scarlett before, but she always thought I was jealous of her relationship with Micah and deliberately badmouthing him in front of her. Over time, I learned to keep quiet about these things around Scarlett. Sure enough, after hearing Micah’s words, Scarlett’s face showed disgust. She said, “Micah, it’s Scarlett who let you suffer. I should never have married Gabriel in the first place. I never imagined he could be vicious enough to hurt you. Whatever he does has nothing to do with you. If he doesn’t want to come home, then he shouldn’t come back at all. It would be better if he died out there.” I smiled bitterly, thinking: “Scarlett, so in your heart, my life isn’t even worth one of Micah’s scrapes. Do you really despise me to this extent?” Scarlett held Micah in her arms, and they slept embracing each other all night long. Throughout the entire night, Scarlett never once thought of me. I don’t know what all my years of devotion even meant.
Early the next morning, Scarlett was awakened by knocking at the door. Micah would get angry when woken up, so we used to be very careful getting up in the morning, afraid of disturbing him. Scarlett tiptoed to the door, and I floated after her. Standing outside was Thomas Nelson, the young werewolf I had rescued from the arena. A few months ago, he had been ambushed during a competition and severely injured. I brought him home and took care of him for a while. At the time, Scarlett had a huge fight with me, blaming me for only caring about Thomas and not considering Micah’s feelings. Seeing Thomas now, Scarlett was naturally cold toward him. She said, “What are you doing at my house so early? Don’t tell me you’re trying to fake being sick for money again? You really are just like Gabriel said – a worthless stray he picked up, with no manners at all.” My heart ached. No matter what, Thomas had lived with us. I’d always treated him like a little brother – how could Scarlett humiliate him like this? Thomas didn’t want me and Scarlett to fight because of him, so he was always submissive in front of Scarlett. He said, “Scarlett, did Gabriel come back after his match ended? I need to talk to him about something.” Scarlett said smugly, “How would I know? No idea where he ran off to. He’s always been such a coward, hasn’t he? Used to brag all the time, but now Micah beat him to a pulp.” Thomas was unusually angry. He said, “Scarlett, I heard someone died at the arena yesterday. Gabriel’s match was yesterday, and he hasn’t come home all night. Aren’t you worried about him? Even if it was a stranger who died, shouldn’t you feel sorry?” Scarlett was stunned, seemingly not expecting the usually humble Thomas to snap at her. After recovering, she said with disgust, “What right do you have to be angry with me? If you’re so capable, go find Gabriel yourself and tell him that if he doesn’t apologize this time, I’m divorcing him.” With that, Scarlett tried to close the door, but Micah’s hand blocked it. “What are you all arguing about so early in the morning?” Micah’s expression was blank, his tone ice-cold. Scarlett grabbed Micah’s arm, saying ingratiatingly, “Micah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Go back to the bedroom, I promise I won’t make any more noise.” Micah ignored her, opened the door wide, and kicked Thomas hard in the stomach. He said, “Worthless trash like you deserves to die.” I rushed forward, trying to shield Thomas from the blow, but my hands passed right through his body the moment I touched him. I was dead – I could no longer protect anyone. I could only watch helplessly as Thomas was kicked to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his wolf tail bristling. My heart broke for him. Thomas was weak and couldn’t withstand Micah’s punches and kicks. Seeing this scene, Scarlett snorted coldly. She said, “You’re just as ungrateful as Gabriel – you deserve a good beating.” Thomas shakily got to his feet, his face pale. He said, “If Gabriel comes back, please let me know. I’m really worried about him.” Hearing this, my nose stung with tears. I never expected that the person who cared about me most in the end would be this beastman who had only lived with me for a few months. After venting his emotions, Micah’s mood clearly improved, and his attitude toward Scarlett became much gentler. Micah nuzzled Scarlett’s cheek affectionately, his fox-like eyes fixed on her as he said, “Scarlett, come with me to the Orc party the day after tomorrow?” The Orc party was essentially a mixer for the beast clan, specifically held for marriageable-age beasts, though humans also attended. I let out a cold laugh. Micah’s true purpose was finally exposed. Sure enough, Scarlett froze. With tears in her voice, she said, “Micah, why do you want to go? Didn’t you say having me was enough for this lifetime?” A flash of obvious disgust crossed Micah’s eyes, which he immediately masked with his usual gentle, harmless expression. “Scarlett, don’t you trust me? I only like you.” Scarlett was easily appeased and immediately agreed to Micah’s request. See! Her love and hate were just that clear-cut. Scarlett hated me, so she never agreed to any of my requests. No matter how much I begged before, she’d only say she didn’t like crowded places. Now with just a few sweet words from Micah, she happily agreed. I laughed bitterly at myself. All these years I’d been deceiving myself. I should have admitted long ago how little I meant to her. On the day of the party, as Scarlett was getting dressed up to leave, she received a call from Thomas. Thomas sounded agitated on the phone: “Scarlett, I found Gabriel’s body. He died the day he went to compete.” Scarlett looked disgusted: “Thomas, tell Gabriel I’m not in the mood for his little tricks. I just want to divorce him now. Playing dead won’t work.” Thomas raised his voice angrily: “Do you think I’d joke about Gabriel’s life? He’s really dead, and Micah killed him. Come see for yourself.” Scarlett became completely impatient and shouted into the phone: “You think I’d believe you two liars? You even dare to pin this on Micah. Fine, if Gabriel really wants to die, let him die. I don’t have time to bury him anyway.” Scarlett slammed the phone down. I smiled bitterly. I’d thought that when Thomas mentioned me, Scarlett would at least waver for a moment. But her words made me realize I’d always be a loser compared to Micah. The Scarlett who once loved me was gone. The current Scarlett only had room for Micah in her heart. The party venue was jointly built by beasts and humans, with a wall dividing the space—humans on one side, beasts on the other. Micah went straight into the inner room. Scarlett rarely socialized and wasn’t familiar with others, so she sat alone on a chair in the main hall. She sat there blankly, taking out a sachet from her pocket to examine carefully. My heart suddenly softened, because this sachet was what I’d given her at our wedding. During our newlywed days, to give Scarlett her dream wedding, I competed constantly. Scarlett felt sorry for me and asked to keep everything simple, even having me switch to a silver ring. I couldn’t convince her otherwise, so I used giving her a sachet as an excuse to secretly hide the gold ring inside. I thought that if there was ever an emergency, Scarlett could sell the gold for money. When she received the sachet, Scarlett smiled and said, “I never imagined you had such a gentle side.” I touched her face thinking, “Scarlett, I hope someday you’ll understand that this contains not only my tenderness, but also my overflowing love for you.” But Scarlett had changed long ago. For Micah’s sake, she wouldn’t even hesitate to kill me. Cheers erupted from the beast hall. Everyone looked puzzled, so I floated straight through the door. Standing in the center of the dance floor was Micah, holding a beast who was a head shorter than him, and they were passionately kissing. The beast in his arms seemed so excited that even his snake tail stood upright. Looking closer, I discovered that the serpentine beast was actually male. I was too shocked to speak. I’d known Micah was unfaithful to Scarlett, but I never imagined he’d be this promiscuous. After kissing for a long time, Micah carried the beast directly into a rest room. I quickly followed. The beast in Micah’s arms seemed shy, lightly pounding on Micah’s chest: “Micah, when are you leaving that old woman? Aren’t you going to marry me?” Micah’s gaze was tender as he leaned down to kiss the petite beast: “Baby, don’t worry. I’ll marry you soon.” The serpentine beast smiled: “Then hurry up, I’m waiting for you.” Micah responded: “Alright.” They clung together intimately. I suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude. If Scarlett knew that the Micah she’d adored for so many years was gay, that would certainly be quite a scene. It was already afternoon when Scarlett and Micah returned home. I followed them back to the apartment and saw Thomas at the door again. After not seeing him for several days, he looked even more haggard, his already thin frame appearing even more frail. Upon seeing Thomas, Scarlett rolled her eyes: “Why are you here again? After all these days, hasn’t Gabriel had enough of playing dead?” Thomas pressed his lips together and pleaded: “Ms. Patel, I’m begging you, please go see Gabriel.” Scarlett paused, then sneered: “Fine, I’ll go with you. I want to see what kind of trick he’s trying to pull.”
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