I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Li Yue had specially prepared a speech for the Red Hour, drafting a manuscript.

He placed the granules on the pale bone plate, splitting and reorganizing them into various pieces of information, which were then projected through the distorted eyes on the bone plate.

After rehearsing once and finding no problems, Li Yue went back to catch up on sleep.

At the same time, he was waiting for enough malice to accumulate so he could exchange it for the Voice of Greed and harvest a Mimic Flower in the Forbidden Forest, fulfilling the material requirements for the Copper Spoon.

The hourglass turned, and the Red Hour arrived.

All the demons who received bone plates gathered in groups of twos and threes to welcome the Colosseum's "information session."

The skeletons in the vegetable garden were no exception—after receiving the bone plates, the skull skeleton and rib skeleton gathered all the old, weak, sick, and disabled skeletons in the vegetable garden to guard the bone plate together.

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The distorted eyes projected a picture.

"O咯咯咯…"

The skeletons marveled at the ingenuity of the creation, grabbing the bone plate with their bone hands to feel the magical power of the self-healing bone.

"That is the list of gladiators for the Colosseum. Just sign his name in the blank space to complete the registration for the Slaughter Cup, and you will schedule the fights for him…"

"I recognize magic stones and gold coins, but what are these?" The vegetable skeletons only recognized some basic items and didn't recognize high-level goods.

The Demon King's City shook again, and the clamor merged into one.

"Seven matches every night, and it's over after the fights."

Among them, the brain spirit's pituitary gland was very conspicuous.

"Some demons may have some questions and want to know who I am."

Everything was so simple.

"Hello everyone, I am the King of the Colosseum…"

They hadn't even participated in the Light Tomb's recruitment, so why would they go to the Colosseum for no reason?

The Bag Demon walked to the whiteboard and waved slightly at the camera.

The Bag Demon used a wooden stick to draw a line of explanatory text on the bone plate and even personally demonstrated how to sign, lest some dull demons not understand how to participate in the battle.

"No way? The rules of the Colosseum haven't changed since I was conscious after I died…"

Seeing the Bag Demon type out that line, the skull skeleton was even a little eager to try.

After that, dozens of monsters of all shapes and sizes walked into the camera.

A giant centipede stepped over the camera, winding towards the back of the Bag Demon and standing tall.

Some wanted to watch the show, and some wanted to try to pull the King of the Colosseum down from power.

In the picture, a bone plate stood quietly, with a background of empty wasteland and iron and soil resembling walls.

"Huh? Has it changed? Or is it Oogie Boogie?" The skeletons felt inexplicable.

What's even better is that if the new King of the Colosseum dies in the opening battle, wouldn't that truly be the fastest fall from power record?

The Bag Demon moved the granules, and the small pavilion on the bone plate also zoomed in and out. The skeletons saw through the distorted eyes that an iron platform stood inside the pavilion, with a blank roster on the platform.

The skeletons discussed.

"Every night, the Colosseum will send out some random magic stones or materials as a reward for those brave souls!"

The King of the Colosseum is fighting in person. How many years has it been since that happened?

Immediately afterward, a Bag Demon wiggled its butt to the front of the bone plate, holding a wooden stick in its hand.

Even if they couldn't hear the sound, the conspicuous font and arrogant double swords on the bone plate had already aroused some desire for slaughter.

The demons were eager to move.

"You understand a demon's butt. This can only mean that His Highness likes small animals." The rib skeleton shook his head and continued watching.

"Roar—"

The Bag Demon was very calm, not worrying at all that holding the Slaughter Cup every night would be exhausting and costly, nor that the same contestants appearing repeatedly would reduce the audience's output.

Not only the vegetable garden, but also faint cheers could be heard in every corner of the Demon King's City.

"Tickets, tickets, how much are the tickets?" The vegetable skeletons focused on the price, wanting to go see the show.

Every time the Bag Demon tapped the whiteboard, the handwriting floated downward, eventually forming two crossed double swords.

"So it will be tomorrow night, and every night thereafter."

There were magic stones, gold coins, demon contracts, and various materials.

The small pavilion is the reception area.

"The new King of the Colosseum has changed…"

"In addition to me, I have also prepared many gladiators for everyone. They can't wait to meet you…"

The Bag Demon knocked on the bone plate, and the handwriting on the bone plate transformed into a three-dimensional drawing of a small pavilion, which was Egg's restoration of the Colosseum's infrastructure.

The Bag Demon knocked on the bone plate, and the handwriting changed.

It was so caught off guard.

"Looking forward to everyone coming to the Colosseum to sign up for challenges and kill them all!"

"Is the Colosseum going to change its rules?"

After showing the rewards, the Bag Demon also directly announced a major piece of news.

"The important thing is that the Colosseum is about to reopen!"

The demons were already extremely curious about the identity of the new King of the Colosseum. If they could directly see my fighting prowess, wouldn't that be a great bragging right?

"The new King of the Colosseum is called A Mao A Gou! Not Lord Scourge!" A vegetable skeleton angrily questioned the rib skeleton.

"Does it have anything to do with your demon cocoon? Are you going to participate?" The rib skeleton responded disdainfully—I am no longer that young and激进 skeleton.

"O咯咯咯!" The skeletons in the vegetable garden jumped in place.

"So the gladiator recruitment for the Colosseum is now beginning!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a name or can't write! Just press your mark, and you can still complete the registration." The Bag Demon placed a piece of mud next to the roster, wiped it with a cloth hand, and pressed a handprint.

"The Colosseum information session is about to begin, don't go away."

"Comrades who want to participate in the Slaughter Cup can freely come to the Colosseum reception area to sign up…"

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Immediately afterward, the White Bone Dragon entered the frame, and only its dragon tail and a section of its thigh could be seen in the projection.

The roster was a manifestation of the Colosseum's authority, which Li Yue felt was still very convenient.

"I can't hear them talking…" The rib skeleton was about to explain but realized there was nothing good to explain, and his gaze continued to focus on 詹群旭基.

After announcing the major news, the Bag Demon further made a request to the audience.

"But in fact, that is not important."

The name signed by the Bag Demon was A Mao A Gou.

"You understand a demon's butt, this is the disguise of the Skeleton Prince!" The rib skeleton firmly believed in his judgment.

These young vegetable skeletons are all the same.

A line of words was inlaid in both languages on the bone plate.

After all, this is the Demon King's City, inhabited by countless demons; and with the Demon King's City returning to the mainland, those scattered adventurers entering the city can also become gladiators, giving the demons some fun.

"Okay, since my introduction has already begun, the first part of the information session is the Colosseum's opening rules!"

Of course, these are future visions.

They echoed each other, causing a burst of vibration.

"Starting tomorrow night at the Red Hour, there will be a Slaughter Cup every night at the Red Hour!"

The vegetable skeletons cursed, and then their gaze was attracted by the Bag Demon's actions again.

With another wave of his hand, the Bag Demon removed the small pavilion and roster from the bone plate, replacing them with various icons.

We seemed to have forgotten… that it was this demon who had killed 詹群旭基 not long ago.

Only the rib skeleton remained unmoved, touching his knee.