Chapter 175: Tournament Arc: White Egg (7)

The day of the long-awaited tournament had finally arrived, and the colossal colosseum basked in the warm embrace of the sun's rays. This enchanted and enhanced arena existed in its own pocket space, ensuring safety for all who gathered to witness the upcoming battles.

From the spectator's platform, the view was breathtaking. The grand expanse of the tournament grounds sprawled before them, a marvel of engineering and magic designed for epic clashes and displays of power. The towering stands were filled to the brim with enthusiastic spectators, their excitement palpable in the air.

Among the crowd were nobles, kings, and powerful figures, each in their designated areas, adding an air of prestige to the event. Some sought respite from the burdens of politics, while others aimed to recruit new talents for their causes.

At the heart of the vast arena stood the impressive tournament stage—a battlefield that had witnessed countless legendary battles. Here, warriors and magicians would put their strength, skill, and wit to the test, seeking glory and honor.

The atmosphere buzzed with energy and anticipation. Participants in their tournament attire exuded a mix of nerves and determination, each harboring dreams of victory and recognition. As they prepared for the commencement of the tournament, the crowd fell into hushed silence, eager to witness the grand spectacle about to unfold.

The colosseum seemed to hold its breath, the air crackling with excitement and potential. The tournament was not just a competition; it was a chance for champions to be born, to leave an indelible mark on the annals of history.

The day of the long-awaited tournament had finally arrived, and the colossal colosseum basked in the warm embrace of the sun's rays. This enchanted and enhanced arena existed in its own pocket space, ensuring safety for all who gathered to witness the upcoming battles.

From the spectator's platform, the view was breathtaking. The grand expanse of the tournament grounds sprawled before them, a marvel of engineering and magic designed for epic clashes and displays of power. The towering stands were filled to the brim with enthusiastic spectators, their excitement palpable in the air.

Among the crowd were nobles, kings, and powerful figures, each in their designated areas, adding an air of prestige to the event. Some sought respite from the burdens of politics, while others aimed to recruit new talents for their causes.

At the heart of the vast arena stood the impressive tournament stage—a battlefield that had witnessed countless legendary battles. Here, warriors and magicians would put their strength, skill, and wit to the test, seeking glory and honor.

The atmosphere buzzed with energy and anticipation. Participants in their tournament attire exuded a mix of nerves and determination, each harboring dreams of victory and recognition. As they prepared for the commencement of the tournament, the crowd fell into hushed silence, eager to witness the grand spectacle about to unfold.

The colosseum seemed to hold its breath, the air crackling with excitement and potential. The tournament was not just a competition; it was a chance for champions to be born, to leave an indelible mark on the annals of history.

In the midst of the bustling tournament grounds, where warriors and magicians prepared to prove their mettle, there was one figure who observed from a specially reserved area, distinct from the nobles and powerful figures. He was known simply as [The Merchant], and he held a unique position in the realm of gods and demons. Though not a participant in the battles, his presence was no less significant, for he was a master of trade, trinkets, and coin—a true capitalist in every sense. His presence exuded an air of confidence and intrigue, drawing attention from those who recognized him.

[The Merchant], having tired of the upper realms and seeking new opportunities, had descended to the lower realm for this very event. For him, this tournament presented a chance to explore untapped potential, to discover talented individuals whose skills and abilities could be harnessed for his gain.

As he observed the participants in the tournament, [The Merchant] couldn't help but scoff at the notion of divine intervention and romance among the gods. He had never been one to delve into such matters, finding the pursuit of wealth and power far more rewarding. The Moon Goddess's actions, in particular, puzzled him, as he couldn't fathom why she would risk her divine status for the sake of a mortal, [Maiden] or not.

His mind, always sharp and calculating, focused on the real treasures that lay in front of him—the potential assets he could acquire through astute negotiations and lucrative deals. The tournament, to [The Merchant], was a marketplace of talent, a chance to secure valuable alliances and investments.

In the realm of gods and demons, power was currency, and [The Merchant] was well-versed in the language of exchange. His eyes scanned the competitors, searching for those whose skills could bring him a step closer to his ambitions.

In [The Merchant]'s eyes, the pursuit of profit and power held far greater allure. He reveled in the thrill of a successful deal, the satisfaction of a well-calculated risk, and the mastery of the art of trade. Even the world of gods and demon gods was but a vast marketplace to him, with endless opportunities waiting to be seized.

The colosseum may have been filled with dreams of glory and honor, but for [The Merchant], it was a stage to play his trade, to outmaneuver and outwit those who saw only battles while he saw endless opportunities. As the cheers of the spectators echoed through the air, [The Merchant] smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes.