I was a charlatan in India

The stadium was located in what used to be a shack area.

Because a large number of lower-level believers were taken away for penance, a lot of space here became available.

The remaining poor were either driven away or arrested, leaving behind their shacks.

If the lowest of the low can steal shacks, then I can do it too!

The Divine Punishment Army felt perfectly justified.

Of course, as I said before, if they don't comply, they'll be the next ones to have their homes raided.

How to choose? Isn't the answer obvious?

The refugee shacks are easy to dismantle, and the removed planks can be washed and used to make seats for spectators to watch the game.

Soon, a vacant lot was cleared out.

My vision suddenly opened up.

It was only then that the pampered gentlemen realized that the location was actually quite good.

With just a slight tilt of the head, one can see the compassionate gaze of the heavens at the temple.

These lowly people, bathed in the blessings of Heaven, live their lives in a daze, truly born sinful.

Letting them stay here before was a complete waste!

Oh, so this is the brilliance of young master Surrey. I actually regarded it as an act of violence. How short-sighted I was!

Got it, haha, I got it!

This first-ever ball game naturally attracted a large audience, and even the locals, who were as timid as turtles, couldn't resist their curiosity and popped their heads out.

Amidst the festive decorations, people formed two rows, standing on either side of the stadium. Their density even blocked the wind blowing from the Ganges, creating a veritable human wall.

As for the goal direction...

There were quite a few people standing there.

Despite the warnings from the Divine Punishment Army that this place was prone to being injured by durians, new people kept pouring in, and even if one group was driven away, a second group would come.

and so……

You can't reason with those damned devils, so just let them be!

"Now approaching us is the Sweet Howling Team! The yellow on their heads symbolizes the glory of the heavens..."

The players from both teams entered the field.

Because fuel was so precious in this era, they only wore headbands, one yellow and one black, to distinguish their groups.

The design originally included red, since that color is easy to obtain, and the place where they toiled every day was covered in blood.

However, the team with red headbands was overrun by zebu, which people believed was a punishment from heaven, so they changed to other colors.

The yellow headscarf is dyed by pounding up the root of turmeric.

The black one is more complicated. It requires boiling the pomegranate peel, soaking it for a long time, and then mixing it with catechu juice and blood to get it right.

Because there are so many aspiring young stars, this game needs to go through many rounds.

512 is rounded down to 256, 256 is rounded down to 128, and so on.

Therefore, these headbands need to be reused.

Therefore, if you want to participate, you have to hold onto two months' salary.

After the kick, he relied on his headband to lead the way.

People were worried about losing them, so yellow headbands were clearly more popular than black ones, which were difficult for ordinary people to make.

There were even quite a few people who fought each other to join the yellow team.

Those who were forced to take the black headband were naturally full of resentment, and glared angrily at their opponents as soon as they entered the arena.

"Now, please have your representatives exchange greetings!"

This tribute is certainly not a compliment.

Although football did not exist during Ashoka's reign, gladiatorial combat among slaves had long existed.

Before the two sides start fighting, there's naturally a lot of trash talk involved.

Of course, even if 22 commoners were hurling insults at each other, their voices wouldn't reach the audience.

Moreover, the cheers and whistles from the crowd never stopped from the moment they appeared.

The wise believers of the Great Heaven surely have a way.

The two teams of Divine Punishment Army stepped forward and stood in eleven rows, with each row responsible for calling out on behalf of one player.

"My big feet are itching for a bite!"

"Dalit wretch, let me show you the difference between humans and livestock!"

"Damn it, I'm going to kick you until your knees are completely knocked out today!"

"Hmph, watch me kick your three legs into two!"

Because they couldn't train in advance, the soldiers' voices were uneven, but it was enough to convey the provocation and draw rounds of cheers from the audience!

"Oh, well said! Let's take them down!"

"I love this little wild donkey so much! Don't leave after we're done, come home with me!"

"Mommy, where are the three legs? Why haven't I seen them...?"

A little girl blinked her beautiful big eyes and asked innocently.

"Good child, you misheard."

The mother quickly looked around.

The crowd was roaring wildly, completely oblivious to this little incident.

But she still dragged the child to another spot.

More than the education itself, she was concerned that others would overhear this ill-mannered conversation and recognize her in the future.

The seating was crude and unappealing, mostly converted from Dalit shacks.

Many wooden planks still bear traces of the original owner's life, such as stains that cannot be washed off.

The audience sat on it, moving their bodies excitedly, completely unaware of what was happening.

Or they simply don't care.

Since the lives of these lowly people have already been crushed, why bother empathizing with them!

Around the stadium, itinerant vendors roamed about.

Whether it's shortbread, fruit syrup, or candied fruit, they're all snapped up instantly as soon as they're served.

It is foreseeable that this wave will make them incredibly wealthy.

The merchants in Varanasi are truly honest. If this were in our city, how could such business possibly fall into the hands of outsiders?

And here, I didn't even see any competing small vendors!

Of course, the main reason is that the snacks and honey drinks sold by small vendors were all sabotaged by people sent by local big businessmen.

Just kidding, it's fine to let outsiders make some money, but we absolutely cannot let the locals have a chance to turn things around!

Get him!

However, some small vendors have found other ways to make money.

"Come on, let's bet on odds or evens! Guess how many goals each team will score today. No cheating, the results will speak for themselves!"

Earn a commission at the opening!

However, since this was the first ball game ever played by humans, and people were not very familiar with the rules, the betting activity for this game was not very high.

But soon a clever person started another business.

"Guess whether it's odd or even! Guess how many legs you'll break today!"

"The first-ever football match betting event—you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you miss it!"

Oh, that's easy to understand!

"Does the third leg count too?!"

The businessman rolled his eyes and said, "Let's calculate!"

"If you dare to place a bet, I'll personally pull down your pants after the game!"

"Haha, that's awesome! Wait here, I'm coming right now!"

"Come on, count me in..."

Blood earned!

Sudden.

The Divine Punishment Army, who were exchanging trash talk, all fell silent.

The sudden disappearance of the sound source silenced the onlookers, who all turned their gazes toward the arena.

After a moment of silence, the Divine Punishment Army raised their voices again and shouted the slogan of arduous repair of the factory.

"Those who have practiced asceticism from all corners of the world have attained the status of Brahmins in this era!"

Kick harder...

The players were a little nervous when they entered the field.

They were never the center of attention, and were somewhat uneasy about it.

But as the familiar slogans rang out, all sorts of things from the past came to mind.

The hardships of the lowest of the low, the sacrifices made through days of arduous practice...

Damn it, I'm going to be someone important!

All the suffering of the first half of my life was for this final step!

They also raised their voices and shouted along, their faces flushed.

"Those who have practiced asceticism from all corners of the world have attained the status of Brahmins in this era!"

"Kick with all your might, and you'll be rewarded with prize money!"

"If you can practice asceticism now, why don't you strive for it? Are you going back to be a slave?"

"Take the first step in rigorous training, and embark on the path to extraordinary achievements!"

"Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!"

The audience applauded.

Oh, that's right! Let's do it!

Let's get started! I can't wait to see them break each other's legs!