Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1350 Start of the second day
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Max stretched out on the chilly stone slab and let his body recover for the entire day, since his victories in all three fights had granted him official reprieve from duties until the following round.
Even with this liberty, the constraints of the Divine Colosseum underscored that few worthwhile activities were available, as the subterranean chambers provided only quiet and anticipation.
While gazing at the uneven ceiling overhead, an idea emerged in his thoughts, prompting him to whisper, "I wonder if there'll be rewards for beating the Grim Gladiator?"
Right away, a response shaped itself in his mind, drawing a quiet laugh from him as he figured the prize would probably originate from the Heron family, which added an extra layer of irony considering the earlier events.
Soon enough, Max rose and folded his legs, shutting his eyes to methodically detect the world's laws surrounding him along with the Divine Essence currents filling the Divine Colosseum.
His internal energy remained mana instead of Divine Essence, and the sole effect from the Energy Stabilizing Pool was that his mana stayed calm around Divine Essence without wild reactions.
As he inhaled steadily, a sigh escaped him, for he grasped how scant his knowledge was of levels past Divine Rank, leaving him oddly sightless in this expansive unfamiliar realm.
He pondered if an extranet-like network operated here, a means for information to circulate openly, but he soon brushed it aside, aware that even if it existed, it would stay out of his grasp for ages.
In Max's view, surpassing Divine Rank meant fully converting mana to Divine Essence, marking the true entry into the Divine Realm.
With this in focus, he chose not to idle away time and silently committed to further stabilizing his mana. Turning his attention inside, he directed his power with care and accuracy, and over the hours, various ascenders neared him driven by intrigue, inquiring about his origin world and the source of his formidable power.
Max replied to their questions offhandedly from whatever popped into his head, and after the short exchanges wrapped up, he dove back into cultivation, gradually purifying his mana until the extended day drew to a close.
The dawn of the new day brought Max and fellow ascenders back to the arena vicinity, and as soon as he appeared, the shift in vibe hit him instantly.
The Divine Colosseum brimmed fuller than before, every chair occupied solidly with throngs of folks crammed into any open spots, their expressions buzzing with eagerness. The sheer clamor was intense, a buzzing undercurrent signaling an impending burst.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Divine Colosseum," the announcer's voice thundered to the audience, and instantly, the pent-up din erupted into thunderous applause that rattled the whole venue.
Once the uproar faded, the announcer pressed on, his delivery laced with flair. "For today, we're shaking things up. We're kicking off the fights with Max's trio of bouts."
His words barely landed before the spectators burst into a frenzy of shouts, each outdoing the next in volume and fervor, their thrill pouring forth unchecked as they swapped stunned and gleeful glances.
"Did you catch that right? They're opening with Max's three fights today—this colosseum's gone completely wild," a guy yelled, clutching the barrier ahead, his stare alight with hype.
"It's real, the whole crowd showed up just for him. I sensed something off with all seats taken before things even started," another fan buzzed, hardly keeping still in his spot.
"Hahaha, kicking off with Max shows they get what we crave—this day'll top yesterday's madness," a different person chortled, voice trembling from thrill.
"I couldn't care less about the rest of the fighters today—as long as Max goes first, this outing's a win already," a lady declared, bending ahead with eyes fixed on the field.
"This is wild—the Divine Colosseum's never scheduled like this; they're billing Max as the star attraction," yet another called out, tone brimming with wonder over surprise.
"Whether he triumphs or falls, I'm dying to watch his limits today—if he sweeps all three again, this spot might truly blow up," a fellow noted anxiously, mixing jest with truth amid the swelling racket.
With fresh cries piling on, the huzzahs swelled to a thundering surge of zeal flooding the Divine Colosseum, proving the audience's tolerance had vanished and everyone craved just one sight: Max re-entering the arena.
"They're really hyping my fights," Max murmured smilingly from his position by the arena, the ploy behind the setup plain as day to him.
Slotting his three contests right at day's outset guaranteed instant crowd frenzy, and crucially, it primed the pump for tomorrow's bigger turnout.
Today's viewers would buzz about his clashes, pulling in even more absentees next time, fueled by wonder and buzz.
Max grasped the tactic fully, and though he wasn't fussed about serving as entertainment bait, he had to admit its effectiveness was spot-on.
"Now, let's reveal Max's opponent for his opening clash today," the announcer proclaimed, his words resounding across the Divine Colosseum while a huge hologram materialized far above the arena.