I materialized a sci-fi fortress in a magical world.

As the arena appeared on the stage, the guests launched into a heated discussion:

"What does 'Endless' mean? And what's this 'Colosseum' thing? It's not mentioned in the information."

"The information I've reviewed isn't available either. Could it be something new that appeared during this [Night Banquet]?"

"This scene looks serious. In the past, the [battle] segment was at most a ring or a training ground. This time, it looks like they're going to do it for real."

"That kid is just a beginner at the first level. If he doesn't surrender, he's going to get a good beating."

"Huh? You know him? How do you know he's a beginner?"

"Hehe~ When we were still at the entrance, I secretly checked everyone's aura and power fluctuations. It's not disrespectful, just a little curiosity. I hope everyone won't mind."

Lemir stood on the balcony, listening to the discussions, her beautiful eyes blinking, clearly worried to the point of tears.

Meanwhile, on the balconies of private rooms 7, 8, and 9, three individuals from the university faction were secretly plotting in hushed tones using a 'private chat' spell.

In Box 7, the guest from the classical school of magic looked suspicious and spoke first:

"【Endless】has appeared again. This is an extremely rare event. Even though 【Night Banquet】has been held so many times, only five people have ever drawn this event. Is there anything special about this number 29?"

As three major schools of thought, they naturally have access to more information than others, and even the "strategy guides" are their creations, so they naturally know more than others.

But the guest from the liberal faction in the adjacent VIP room number 8 seemed somewhat unconvinced.

"Isn't it just good luck?"

"What if I told you that all five people who won this project in the past have now reached level six? Would you still think it's just a matter of luck?"

"this……"

"Also, you all saw what happened just now when the Lord of the Night Banquet touched the roulette wheel, right? That's unprecedented, which shows that He's very interested in this Number 29... Number 9, don't you have anything to say?"

The guest number 9, who was suddenly mentioned and was from the Purple Lily School, was taken aback and asked in return:

"This is also my first time witnessing this endless arena, and I don't even know number 29. What do you want to hear me say?"

Number 7 smiled and explained:

"He must have some connection to your school, right? Isn't that beautiful lady named Lemir beside him one of your people?"

"I guess so, but I'm not familiar with them... If you're interested in him, you should pay more attention to his future performance."

"Indeed, but I wonder how many rounds he can last in this arena."

As Number 7 spoke, a hint of pride appeared on his face, and he added:

"Let me reveal another piece of information: of the five sages who entered the Endless Colosseum in the past, three were from our Classical School. They passed 8, 9, and 17 rounds respectively, and all of them won the grand prize here, the [Source of Magic]."

Upon hearing this, the two people beside him changed their expressions slightly and asked in unison:

"17 rounds?"

Clearly, they were also aware of the immense value of this endless arena.

Although no one from the Purple Lily School, the ninth guest, had ever drawn the Endless Arena, they had heard of its perils; the higher the round, the stronger the enemies one faced. However, the highest rank one could attend the banquet was only third-tier…

At this stage, mages have difficulty forming a complementary system of spells, their combat power is far from being fully developed, and they are limited by their magic power level, also known as the "blue limit," making it difficult for them to fight continuously. What they fear most is this kind of attrition warfare.

In this situation, it would be incredible to make it to the 8th round. I never thought that someone could reach such an unimaginable height as the 17th round.

The experience was particularly vivid for the eighth guest from the Free School, as members of their school had also entered this endless arena, ultimately surrendering after only five rounds, unfortunately failing to obtain the [Source of Magic].

Although this person quickly advanced to the sixth rank, this defeat became a thorn in his side, and he would often talk about it, complaining about his bad luck back then.

And this person happened to be his most admired mentor...

Therefore, No. 8 has a deep understanding of the difficulty of the Endless Arena. Even someone as powerful as the mentor could only last five rounds. How could anyone possibly last 17 rounds?

He couldn't help but ask:

"As expected of the most profound classical school, may I ask if the person who insisted on 17 rounds was Master Loriel?"

"That's right, it's my tutor."

"So it was her. She's the youngest sixth-tier powerhouse on the entire continent, and the most promising super genius to take the title of 'Great Witch.' With such a record, it's not surprising."

Number 7 and Number 8 chatted for a bit, then simultaneously glanced furtively at Number 9's expression.

As expected, Number 9's expression turned ugly as soon as she heard the name "Lorell". When the topic of competing for the title of "Great Witch" came up, she couldn't hold back anymore and her face turned ashen.

Although the three major factions have seemed to be on good terms in recent years and have not directly engaged in war, everyone remembers the grudges and feuds of the past clearly, and the intrigue and power struggles have never ceased.

Amidst this conversation, a rapid drumbeat echoed through the arena, signaling the start of the first round of battles.

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"It's here! It's here! The ferocious and bloodthirsty Bloodaxe House! The bravest warrior of the Chariot Clan! Its giant axe will shred this second-tier magic staff to pieces!"

A strange cry, like that of a host, reached Royo's ears, and then he saw a tweezers-like figure, several times larger than usual, emerge from the gate at the other end of the Colosseum.

He brandished what looked like a human-forged axe in one hand, and struck a pose with the other, showing off his non-existent biceps, to greet the cheers of the surrounding audience.

"Kill him! Kill that weak human!"

"He has the smell I hate most! The smell of the occult!"

"Long live House! Long live the Chariot Clan!"

Looking at this scene, Luo Yue felt it was both abstract and absurd, and at the same time he was a little puzzled. How could these tweezers people see through his true rank and path?

Moreover, it seems to have its own language and civilization, and is not just a simple monster from a secret realm.

But these languages ​​still sound like strange cries, and their meaning can only be understood when one is in the arena.

"I wonder how powerful this thing is. I'm just a mystic who's not good at grinding monsters..."

"Fine, let's try throwing a fireball first."

Luo Yue brandished the ceremonial knife given to him by the beautiful female teacher, and a fireball shot out.

Boom~

After a muffled thud, the noisy arena suddenly fell silent.

About two seconds later, the host's strange scream rang out:

"My God! How did Bloodaxe House become a bloody mess?"