Ashen Dragon-Chapter 499 - 412 Preliminary Contest
Chapter 499: Chapter 412: Preliminary Contest
Chapter 499 -412: Preliminary Contest
“Make way, make way, if you’re not signing up, don’t block the way!”
“Maintain order, queue up for registration!”
“You’re entering the preselection too? No way, I thought you were a life-game player?”
“Hmph, just pretending to be weak—this time, I have to reveal my true identity.”
“Just experiencing it, who knows, maybe I’ll get matched with a big shot. If I get matched with Autumn Rain, haha, even if I’m burned to death, it’s worth it!”
“That’s enough.”
“I just want to get matched with Rogue Beast and settle an old score.”
In front of the Isdalia registration point, it was a sea of people, bustling with excitement, tens of thousands of players lining up in a long queue.
The preselection registration was in full swing. The entry fee wasn’t expensive, only fifty Silvernars and 100 experience points, affordable even for new players.
Currently, “Erezer” had 400,000 players, and 100,000 of them eagerly participated in this event, bringing the Empire a revenue of 50,000 Ginnars and a million experience points.
“These Starfallen are really crazy.”
“Aren’t they just!”
“After all, the Starfallen can’t die. Let them slaughter each other; we can just enjoy the show.”
“I heard that Dragonblood Nobility is participating this time.”
“Oh? Then I have to watch carefully! Let’s see what these lunatics can do!”
“Haha, wonder if they’ll be thrilling enough!”
At the “Blood and Fire” tavern beside the Isdalia Coliseum, a group of burly men looked at the distant queue, raised their mugs, and drank heartily.
They were all gladiatorial enthusiasts of the Empire.
The Empire released a large number of preselection and elimination round tickets, allowing non-player Imperial citizens to participate in this grand event.
The Isdalia Grand Coliseum had always been hosting gladiatorial matches, and after years of development, it had gained a fixed audience.
The gladiators were mainly composed of specially trained war prisoners and death row inmates. They wielded shields and short swords, battling in the arena, even fighting fierce beasts like lions and brown bears, to entertain the audience.
For the Imperial people, watching gladiatorial matches was a “noble” form of entertainment. After the North’s unification war, many gladiators were former Northern Nobles and officers.
Seeing the once arrogant and high-standing Nobles fighting for survival was a delight for many former low-status Imperial citizens from the old North.
Some would even buy participation slots, signing life and death agreements, becoming so-called “Free Gladiators.”
And now, the tickets for this grand gladiatorial tournament also caused a frenzy among Empire’s gladiatorial fans, with prices being speculated to sky-high.
People knew the strength of these Starfallen well and eagerly anticipated their various tactics.
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The preselection itself was not held in the Isdalia Grand Coliseum but spread across 154 ordinary arenas throughout the Ashen Empire for seven days.
A thousand players who passed the preselection would enter the final elimination round, showcasing their skills at the Isdalia Grand Coliseum, a dream opportunity for many players.
In the crowded queue, a player who was almost at the registration desk trembled with excitement.
“From six in the morning until now, it’s finally my turn….”
The nickname above the player’s head was [Chaotic Life]. He was a warrior player, following the Champion Warrior path, and had consumed a Dragon Vein Elixir, though the concentration wasn’t high.
Chaotic Life was not a beta tester nor had he joined any Noble Club.
But with the spirit of a Liver Emperor, eating three meals a day inside the gaming pod, doing dozens of tasks daily, he had grinded hard to reach the level cap for this version—level 8.
His dream was to stand out in the tournament and be noticed by those powerful families, becoming a true Professional Gamer.
Have you seen the Hill Giant Canyon at two in the morning? Have you seen the Hazy Hills at four in the morning?
Chaotic Life had seen it all! And he had grinded tasks there!
He lowered his head, covering his eyes, trembling all over:
“Ha ha ha, after countless trials and battles, it’s finally my moment to shine! All you experts, bring it on—”
“What the heck is wrong with you?”
Impatient voices came from behind, abruptly cutting Chaotic Life’s heartfelt monologue short.
“Hurry up, don’t block the way.”
“Yeah, there are thousands more people waiting, you’re wasting everyone’s time.”
“Hey buddy, have you been reading too many novels?”
“Oh.”
Chaotic Life put down his hands from his face, adjusted his mood, and sheepishly walked forward.
“I want to sign up for the preselection.”
He handed over fifty Silvernars and clicked on the panel’s “Agree to submit 100xp” button.
The Empire’s Serpentfolk receptionist still displayed a gentle smile as always, took the coins, quickly counted them, and retrieved a bronze medal from the counter.
“Okay, here’s your tournament token, please keep it safe.”
“Contestant number 22054, please head to the First Competition Zone located in the southwestern suburbs of Isdalia for your match.”
Chaotic Life received the bronze medal like a treasure, his earlier slight displeasure from being interrupted vanished, and he became excited again.
“It’s the First Competition Zone!”
“22054, 22054, the more I say it, the better it sounds! I knew I was destined!”
“Move along.”
“You’ve finished registering, why are you still blocking the way?”
Impatient voices from the players behind him echoed again.
This time, Chaotic Life didn’t argue but turned and walked away, a determined glint in his eyes.
