The Arena

Thinking of this, the male player became even more excited. He remembered a post he had once read.

Since the launch of “Legend of Kaloran”, such posts had often appeared on the forum.

Originally, it was just an ordinary civilian player—no level, no equipment, not only cuckolded by his online girlfriend in the game but also mocked by her newly found rich second-generation boyfriend.

Just when the OP’s life had sunk into endless darkness, as if countless classic web-novel plots were re-enacted, he suddenly had a chance encounter with a mysterious hidden NPC.

He accepted a quest, received a reward, punched the rich second-generation, kicked the gold-digging, snobbish ex-girlfriend—the strong contrast made it unforgettable, blood-boiling, and hard to calm down for a long time.

Although anyone with some sense could immediately tell that these stories were just marketing accounts making things up for hype, there are always fewer smart people than fools in this world. Unfortunately, this male player was obviously the latter.

If he had spent less time reading those fantasy posts when browsing the forum, and scattered his attention to other content, he would have realized by now that the girl in the maid outfit before him—for both her looks, hair color, and figure—bore an uncanny resemblance to the universally accepted first legendary player in “Legend of Kaloran”,

Cecilia.

Unfortunately, his mind was now full of wonderful thoughts of how he was about to rise to the pinnacle of life.

And if he could also trigger some face-blushing, heart-racing plot with the maid before him, that would be even better.

So, he cleared his throat lightly, his smile becoming even brighter. Imagining himself as a gentleman, he politely said:

“Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Bloodthirsty Berserk God. May I ask if there’s something I can do for you?”

Do something for me? Is he asking if I have a quest for him?

Looks like he really thinks I’m an NPC.

As if she had heard something very amusing, the corners of the girl’s lips curved up slightly, and her sapphire blue eyes revealed unrestrained mockery.

“I’m guessing you need a quest, don’t you?”

Hearing the maid’s words, the player called Bloodthirsty Berserk God nodded repeatedly.

“That’s right. I’m a powerful adventurer. If you have any troubles, miss, please just tell me. I will do my best to solve them for you.”

Hearing this, the girl couldn’t help but raise her brows slightly.

Sure, I do have a trouble, but that happens to be the four archangels who are about to blow the doomsday horn. Have you always been this brave?

She gently put down her silver dinner knife, but a sense of mischief quickly crept into her heart.

In a flash, Chen Zixuan came up with a new idea.

Maybe I should let this idiot help me curse out Uriel?

It could also double as a test to see whether the four angels are currently able to affect the game world—that’s a piece of quite useful intel.

However, after pondering it in his heart for a few seconds, Chen Zixuan ultimately gave up on this idea.

Although this player in front of him was a bit foolish, it was not a crime deserving of such fate—if something really happened to him, Chen Zixuan would feel pretty guilty.

Also, if he walked down the street in this getup today, he’d definitely eventually learn Chen Zixuan’s true identity, and if he held a grudge, that would be bad.

“Forget it. Since I’m in a decent mood right now, don’t bother me.”

Avoiding the roadblock before him, Chen Zixuan tossed out this sentence lightly and headed towards the inn’s main door. Dawn’s Light was still waiting at the arena, and he didn’t want to waste any more time here.

Staring blankly at the girl’s departing back, her silver twin-tails swaying side to side with each step, the male player looked dazed.

He wanted to chase after her, but recalling the girl’s nearly teleportation-like terrifying speed and that flashing silver dinner knife at his throat, he ultimately dropped the idea.

Just like in the novels, beautiful women really are heartless.

What bad luck, meeting such a weirdo…

As if to comfort himself, he mentally labeled Chen Zixuan a freak.

……

From where Chen Zixuan was in the southern district to the arena in the eastern district, at normal walking speed, it would take about twenty minutes.

As the main city housing hundreds of thousands of players online at once, loren’s area was quite vast.

If he walked from the south to the east district as usual, who knows how many people’s attention he would draw along the way.

Just being looked at by a few extra people made Chen Zixuan feel a bit overwhelmed. If a few rabid fans recognized him and stopped him for autographs or photos, that scene would be super awkward.

Fortunately, Chen Zixuan quickly thought of a better solution.

That was to move along the rooftops.

According to the terminology commonly used by players in other games, this could be called parkour.

Nearly 2000 agility points gave him more than just a boost to movement speed—it included dodge chance, limb dexterity, and control. It was like a race car capable of 220km/h: without a strong steering wheel, all that speed does is ensure a spectacular crash.

Although the main city’s buildings weren’t as tall as those in a modern metropolis, with the rooftops included, they were usually three to four stories high—which meant few people would ever notice someone above their heads.

And, without road restrictions, he could make a beeline for his target—what a genius!

There was a risk of someone seeing under his skirt, but since Chen Zixuan wasn’t really a girl, he didn’t mind at all.

To avoid being watched like a circus clown by everyone, he’d cross knifepits and seas of fire if he had to, let alone rooftops.

The plan proceeded smoothly. Taking advantage of a moment when there was no one at the inn’s entrance, Chen Zixuan quickly slipped into a little-used alley, then scrambled up the window ledges of a nearby building and climbed the three-story structure with ease.

Except for the tightly clustered houses, the distance between the buildings was about seven or eight meters. Below, the main street bustled with people and carriages. For an average person, even with a running start, it would be impossible to leap such distances.

But Chen Zixuan figured he could give it a shot. He was lightweight, with little wind resistance, and very fast—jumping to another rooftop shouldn’t be too hard.

Summoning his courage, Chen Zixuan made his first attempt.

It was a bit off from his prediction, but could still count, barely, as a big success.

He didn’t jump just eight meters, but about twenty, and landed in a pinch on the distant rooftop.

With that first success, Chen Zixuan relaxed. Over the next few minutes, he bounded about the southern district’s rooftops like a giant rabbit.

On the street, many people sensed something odd above their heads and subconsciously looked up. Most could only catch a blurry white shadow, eventually dismissing it as their imagination and losing interest.

In just a few minutes, Chen Zixuan moved from the southern to the eastern district. Appearing before him was a structure similar to an ancient Roman colosseum, enormous in footprint and with its highest point nearly reaching the towering city walls of the main city.

The arena had been reached.

……….

A few minutes later, behind an unoccupied house near the arena, two people—one tall, one short—faced each other.

“…… Is that the latest fashion?” asked Dawn’s Light in his huge Bear Fury Armor, a little uncertainly.

He circled Chen Zixuan twice, scrutinizing her from head to toe, a big question mark on his face.

As the captain of a small team, he wasn’t famous, but he’d met plenty of strange players before. But this girl, Cecilia, was really off the charts.

To be fair, the maid outfit did suit her. Coupled with the girl’s long, slightly wavy silver hair and sapphire eyes, it looked as if it had been tailor-made for her.

He just couldn’t imagine that the Cecilia he once knew—cold-blooded, decisive, stoic as an assassin—could appear before him like this after less than half a day.

Clearly, something had gone wrong with the world.

Then again, maybe this was just her actual preference.

Ahem, better not to overthink…

“It’s a fashion item. I only put it on because of the special bonus,”

Chen Zixuan answered through gritted teeth, having endured being inspected for so long. But so as to avoid any misunderstandings, he stifled his irritation.

In a sense, Chen Zixuan really wasn’t lying—the bonus from Maid Outfit Mastery was just too good.

“Oh, oh, I see,”

Dawn’s Light nodded repeatedly.

Of course, it made sense. There had to be a special bonus. Otherwise, how could the world’s number one indulge in something the rest of us couldn’t handle?

“I’ll show you where to register first. If you want to compete in the arena, nobody in this game can match you,”

Dawn’s Light suggested, growing serious.

“I want to see the rewards first.”

Chen Zixuan didn’t agree immediately but raised another request.

With only a year left, his time was precious. If the arena’s rewards couldn’t move him, he wouldn’t waste his time here.

“All right. Take a look at my panel then—the rewards are the same.”

Unfazed by Cecilia’s request, Dawn’s Light quickly pulled up a panel and presented it to Chen Zixuan.

Perhaps due to unfinished in-game features, the panel itself was quite simple.

At the top was the player’s nickname: Dawn’s Light. Next to it were his arena rank, placement, and current available points.

Arena Rank: White Porcelain, level 5

Current Ranking: 45,637

Available Points: 10

Below that were various rewards. Just as Dawn’s Light said, there were all kinds of materials and individual blueprint pieces, all exchanged for points.

As the most common material, monster Blood cost one point, while a single blueprint for a blue-quality item might cost as much as a thousand.

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