Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 360: Matchday.

Finally, it was matchday.

The sun rose on the horizon, marking a new day. The night dew clung to the roof, the ground was wet, and a cold wind blew gently against the face of the early riser.

But for the people of the lower district, today was a day that might decide their future.

While every other district struggled to rise to its feet, yawning and complaining, both the Blood River Gang and the Black Spider Gang had already begun to mobilize their people. Those living in their territories were awakened.

Clothes bearing the colors of each gang were distributed to the people. Many were curious and confused.

This was the first time the gangs would give them something free of charge. Many couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear.

Yet, under the glare and encouragement from the gangs, everyone accepted the clothes as they accepted their fate.

Every able-bodied person in the lower district was almost recruited to come and watch the match.

Although the match would take place in the evening, the enthusiasm of the two gangs was palpable.

News of the match spread like wildfire.

Many who had been skeptical about the match couldn’t wait for the time to arrive.

Slowly, time passed, and before anyone knew it, the moment of the match drew near. The people prepared to head to the arena to watch.

Two strange carriages rolled into the lower district. The carriages were long, sophisticated, and unlike the usual ones.

They were painted in the colors of the two gangs, with the gang names boldly written on them.

"My goodness..."

"Why would such luxurious carriages come to the lower district?"

"Are you living under a rock for the past couple of days? Haven’t you heard about the strange game called Football?"

"Ah! I remember. You mean—"

While the pedestrians were discussing the luxurious carriages, they saw the carriages enter the gangs’ hideout.

The public display caused another sensation throughout the lower district and beyond. This was the first time they had seen such blatant displays of wealth.

Spies reported the news back to their master’s in real time.

The three most powerful gangs in the city caught wind of the event. Interest building. Anticipation mounting.

The amount spent on this strange game had shocked everyone. The two carriages would cost nothing but fortune, yet they were dedicated to two lower-rung gangs.

What was really happening?

Jealousy.

Greed.

Smaller clans and forces wanted a bite from the cakes. But for that to happen, they had to watch this strange game.

Quickly, the luxurious carriages departed from the lower district, carrying players from the two gangs.

Looking at the departing carriages, many eyes glowed with determination.

"I must watch this game."

"Not only you! I need to watch this game as well."

The subtle publicity once again pushed many to intend to watch the game.

In front of the arena, thousands had already gathered. Once again, they were stunned by the arena’s new look.

"Heaven... what happened to the old arena?"

"My God! I can’t believe my eyes."

"How can the old arena be this beautiful?"

"Why do I feel... it’s magical, hmm?"

"Who could be so wealthy as to transform such an old arena?"

Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. Anyone who remembered how dilapidated the old arena had looked was stupefied by the new appearance.

If the outside could look like this, what would the inside look like? Then the gates opened.

There were more than ten gates to allow people to enter the arena. With the gates open, guards of peak Golden Core Realm mounted each gate.

The people could also feel the aura of Half-Steps Nascent Soul Realm.

Thus, many with nefarious intentions discarded their thoughts.

"What?! The entrance fee is ten High-Grade Spirit Stones."

"So expensive!"

"It’s just a mere game. Why is it so expensive?"

Many complained, their faces etched with annoyance. Yet many paid and entered.

Curiosity filled the air.

Most people wanted to watch something proclaimed to be unlike anything seen before—a game like no other.

Watching those who paid, the complainers could not help but lower their voices. Instead of the price decreasing, it seemed to rise with each passing second.

"Look, the Wolf Skull Gang has arrived." a voice announced.

Instantly, everyone turned and looked toward the Wolf Skull Gang. Their presence silenced the crowd.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man with a cold expression. No one dared to stand in his way.

Arriving at the gate entrance, the beautiful female attendant raised her head and met the Boss’s gaze.

"Standard or VIP?" she asked.

"Get me one VIP room," he said in a thick voice.

"Which Tier? We have Tier-1 to Tier-5."

"How much is Tier-5?"

As the leader of one of the city’s most famous gangs, he felt it would be beneath him to sit below the highest tier. "One Thousand Peak-Grade Spirit Stones."

Huh!

The Wolf Skull Gang leader was stunned. His expression faltered. Even though he was wealthy, one thousand Peak-Grade Spirit Stones was a lot of money.

Around him, his trusted men were flabbergasted. They looked at the girl inside the gate with wide eyes.

They would have dragged her out and thrash her for spouting such nonsense.

That would be one million High-Grade Spirit Stones.

That was blatant robbery.

They expected them to pay with smiles.

Are they crazy...

Just for sitting in a nameless game without gaining anything.

Even though the Wolf Skull Gang Leader was furious inwardly, he maintained his cold expression.

"How much is Tier-4?"

At least, he thought, he should be able to afford Tier-4.

"Five hundred Peak-Grade Spirit Stones."

He took a deep breath to control his boiling rage. He had thought he was hard-hearted, but compared to the owner of this establishment, he felt he still had a lot to learn.

After asking about each price, the Wolf Skull Gang Leader could only settle for the lowest Tier-1 VIP chamber, which cost him Ten Peak-Grade Spirit Stones.

With a huff, he entered the passage, followed by a female attendant. But deep in his mind, many nefarious thoughts were already brewing.

Behind him, all the factions and powers that had come were also stunned by the VIP chamber’s price. Many cursed inwardly. Some even could not afford the lowest tier and had to join the common populace.

Ten thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones was not something many could fork out without feeling the pain.

With the entrance alone, Mo Jian had made enemies of almost all the lower-tier powers, but he did not care.

This was the effect he wanted.

Inside the arena, the audience were stunned by the sight of the green field. The air inside the arena was fresh and pure.

They looked at the various white markings on the field and the goal posts. Even without watching the game, this scene had won many people over.

They felt their ten High-Grade Spirit Stones were well spent.

Those inside the Tier-1 VIP chamber were equally amazed by the lavish luxuries used in the room.

This was unlike anything they had ever seen.

Their hatred softened a little.

Just then, a voice echoed inside the arena.

"WELCOME... TO THE FIRST FOOTBALL MATCH IN HISTORY."