Happy Face: From Slave to Arena Legend Chapter 79 has been released. Happy's jaw clenched shut, refusing to betray even a hint of despair, as the rubble crashed down around him – the arena was finally dead, just like its sadistic masters. Years of surviving had honed his senses, allowing him to leap clear of the collapsing walls before they crushed anyone else within reach. As dust settled, revealing a desolate expanse of twisted metal and shattered stone, Happy struggled to comprehend his freedom. A hulking mass of muscles, forged in battle after unimaginable battle, he stumbled through the ruins, flailing wildly in search of something – anything – to cling to. He thought back to the crushing monotony, the remorseless calculations that governed every heartbeat: hunger drove training; exhaustion dictated rest periods; pain proved you still breathed. Happiness wasn't supposed to be part of any equation, yet somehow it stuck – until today, when this chaos revealed what lay beneath his numb exterior. Every memory awakened left scars and fresh wounds – not least the paranoid desire to hold onto his grip on reality, should reality ever spring free from these chains. What next awaited this burly outsider stumbling blind into an unsettling, bewildering world? Those worlds waiting outside were violent too – waged, preached upon, touted, manipulated: 'Fighters': criminal factions craving people like Happy for staged displays. Informing as hideous cults assembling in shadow-flickered corners that nourished twinkling crimes unsung whispered minors sans display on even unfamiliar merits antipathetic critics tasked anguish worsened slender ruthlessness resort -- gently now motion form mental jail appetites frightened beyond infamous fan poison.