Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1357 Betting Pool!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
While Max stood poised and serene in the arena, his stance loose and face impassive, the announcer at last got the signal he'd anticipated, and as his proclamation boomed through the Divine Colosseum, it brought an intense gravity that sharpened every sense in the air.
"Attention, everyone, the command has come down," the announcer boomed, his words reverberating across the vast arena. "Max faces off against the Grim Gladiator in this very spot, starting immediately."
In an instant, the announcement hung too dense for the audience to grasp, before the Divine Colosseum burst into wild uproar. Fans jumped up, yells and cheers crashing together in a thunderous frenzy as thrill overtook them wildly.
Crowds chanted Max's name, some howled for the Grim Gladiator's moniker, and plenty just cackled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the idea that the epic clash they'd only dreamed of was turning real right before their eyes.
Right when the uproar hit its height, the announcer lifted his arm, and his following statement sliced through the din like a sharp edge, freezing the entire gathering into stunned quiet.
"In this climactic showdown," he went on, drawing out each word with heavy emphasis, "the Heron Family, the hidden rulers of the Divine Colosseum, is launching a dedicated betting pool just for this fight."
The response hit like a tidal wave, instant and massive. Shocked inhales swept the stands as astonishment washed over faces everywhere, since nothing like this had ever happened. Up to this point, the Divine Colosseum stuck to broad betting options grouping all fighters together, ignoring solo matchups. A pool focused purely on one duel between two champions was unprecedented, a rare honor saved for events deemed utterly exceptional.
"A betting pool made only for them two," a voice cried out in awe, quivering with thrill.
"This is wild, they've never pulled this off before, not even for the top legends," another fan bellowed, gripping the barrier like it might give way.
The announcer kept going. "All those wanting to wager on this duel, head straight to the Divine Colosseum's betting area now," he stated firmly, his tone laced with command and haste. "The clash of Max versus the Grim Gladiator kicks off in three hours. That's your window—three hours sharp—to lock in your bets before it starts."
Those closing lines ignited fresh turmoil among the spectators, distinct from the earlier storm yet equally fierce. Folks started calling out to buddies, crunching numbers on chances, debating fiercely over the victor, and bolting to the wagering zones in a rush of urgency.
The Divine Colosseum thrummed like a beast alive, powered by eager expectation, lust for gain, dread, and wonder, for all there grasped a single, irrefutable fact.
This went beyond a mere fight for liberty or glory; it stood as a spectacle so grand that the Divine Colosseum's own guidelines twisted to fit it, and the fallout from those three hours would resonate across the Verdant Sky Realm for ages to come.
Before long, the Divine Colosseum slipped into managed bedlam, with watchers rising from their spots all at once, the clamor of stone stairs and quick steps filling every path.
What was a field of settled bodies just seconds prior now churned into a surging mass of folks heading with one goal, since almost all had hit the identical realization together. They planned to wager on Max.
Calls erupted all around as people hollered at pals, prodded mates to speed up, and bickered loudly while shoving toward the doorways to the betting zones.
"I'm putting it all on Max, odds be damned," a man roared while charging down the steps, stumbling in his rush.
"No chance he drops after that display, this is easy money," someone else fired back, yanking his buddy by the sleeve.
"You're nuts to back the Grim Gladiator at this point, didn't you catch what Max pulled off against those four," a lady burst out while weaving through the throng, her gaze fierce with conviction.
In no time, the paths and stairs crammed tight, bodies pressed so close that frustrations ignited and spats flared, but amid the mess, an odd harmony lingered.
Most of the audience streamed the same way, propelled by shared faith, sure that Max was an invincible power and that this wagering chance was one-of-a-kind.
Even with the abrupt flood, the Divine Colosseum avoided real mayhem, thanks to the Heron Family's overseers snapping into action with remarkable swiftness and accuracy. Secret doors parted in the barriers, uncovering extra routes straight to backup betting areas that few even realized were there.
Lines of staff in crisp uniforms materialized right away, their actions smooth and regimented as they directed the flow with strong commands and precise guidance.
"Move ahead steadily, no shoving, plenty of room for all," one worker urged evenly, his calm vibe halting any spread of alarm.
"New wagering stations opening in the east and lower sections, follow the path in order," a second one declared, his message boosted by a mana-powered tool that spread it wide.
Mystic formations glowed over the doorways, showing straightforward routes and live info on wait times, letting plenty of watchers shift paths without worsening the jam.
Even the yellers from before eased off, seeing that the setup outdid wild charging any day. In mere moments, a potential deadly crush turned into extended but neat flows of people advancing firmly to where they aimed.
In the wagering chambers, stations doubled up as pop-up booths extended from the sides, operators already in place and ready like they'd foreseen this very turn. Glowing tokens appeared mid-air for bet records, details and sums flickering short before sinking into protected formations, as sentries kept vigilant looks, making sure no fights went past talk.
"The Heron Family was totally set for this," a person whispered in queue, eyeing the seamless operation in wonder.
"They've been primed for uproar like this forever, it shows," the next one answered, dipping his head. "Handling frenzy's old hat for them."
Once the first wave died down, the Divine Colosseum hummed with edgy but structured energy, the pools brimming with stakes on Max, and chatter buzzing over chances, guesses, and sure bets.
The disorder hadn't fled, but it got reined in, molded into a directed whirlwind by the Heron Family's solid and sharp oversight.
"Who do you put your money on?" Jaden queried, facing Lucia with a grave look as she observed the endless lines heading to the betting areas down below.
"Obviously, I'm wagering on Max taking this fight," Lucia shot back without a pause, her voice so matter-of-fact it implied no other choice ever crossed her mind.
"What makes you so certain?" Jaden pressed, her brow creased in confusion at Lucia's rock-solid assurance. "You realize what it signifies for the Heron Family to set up a betting pool just for this matchup. They wouldn't bother unless they were sure their Grim Gladiator would beat Max."