Chapter 122 - Monke And Battle Royales (33)

Looking around the arena ground, I noticed that we were only a few dozen heads waiting for the rest of the Dungeon Masters to arrive. It seems that even the spectators above got tired of yelling and screaming about how their lords/masters/kings/queens/leaders would be the ones remaining to advance to the next event. Some others were worried about them, while others plainly wanted them out of the event so that they wouldn't die due to an accident.

Like the ogre I accidentally killed because he just wouldn't be knocked unconscious, but that's probably my fault since I refused to hit his head because there was a high chance I would've smashed his head instead of knocked him out.

So, we waited, my fat ass plopping on a couch that was big and comfortable enough to accommodate my fat ass.

"… Lucky bastard." Catalinla quickly hopped on my lap and gave me a light-hearted verbal lashing. Up on the stands, Domino glared even more murderously at the catwoman, who still hadn't noticed. "Don't mind if I do."

Catalina gave me a mischievous grin as she stretched herself across my lap like a cat would. Oshurkova looked at me with jealousy in her eyes, before reminding herself that she also had a couch inside her hammerspace of a bag.

She set the bag down and inserted both hands into the hole, and with one swift pull, pulled the couch she sat on when signing those damnable papers. Plopping her pretty little ass on the couch, she let out a moan of relief and ecstasy.

Typhial quickly blinked to Oshurkova's side and asked if she needed any sort of drinks or snacks she could get for her queen. This unique harpy be simping hard, her chicken legs tottering about on the ground.

Reia and Keia also saw it fit to serve their mistress, who was relaxing on the couch, her heavily robed figure hiding her bare skin from the sun.

Tanjin and Arekhus opted to sit on the hot ground, however, and took out some mugs before filling them with drinking alcohol from bottles within their hammerspace. Arekhus was a giant tankard, while I'm sure Tanjin was using a barrel for his mug.

Pilips opted to dive behind my couch and out of sight from the gazes of the audience, a very Pilip's like move regarding the situation.

And so, we waited, with me initiating small talk with my sex mate, Oshurkova being served drinks by Typhial and Reia, with Keia serving as a lookout in case any other Dungeon Master approached our group, Pilips was hiding behind my couch, and Tanjin and Arekhus were drinking alcohol in broad daylight.

What a fine bunch of Dungeon Masters.

As we waited, the other Dungeon Masters slowly trickled into the colosseum. If before, the number of Dungeon Masters in the arena was only a few dozen, now, we number more than a few hundreds.

We also encountered Lupu, who waved us a hand and decided to stick near our group. Her subordinates gave me the stink-eye, probably from tricking their leader into a setup.

We talked about stuff, like some advanced moves in chess and tips and tricks. We also played one game of chess, with me still stomping on Lupu, causing her subordinates to glare at me harder, but Lupu was otherwise excited about playing again.

We played a few more games, and Lupu noticeably got better at reading the board. She was able to predict one of my moves with only a few games under her belt, impressing me at the speed she was picking up the game.

She still lost though. I'm more experienced than her.

It wasn't until about an hour and a half later that the last of the Dungeon Masters finally entered the arena and the ring settled around the colosseum.

At that moment, Chythos appeared once more, sitting on his throne, his eyes boring into everyone of us. I hastily placed my couch back into the inventory, while the rest of our group who brought out some of their stuff did the same.

Lupu decided to stick with us as an alliance of sorts so we don't accidentally fight each other. Now, we're a few dozen heads stronger than before.

I saw Chythos stand up from his throne and move to the edge of the podium, with Uius trailing behind him as always in his butler uniform. Chythos approached the edge of the podium, his hands raising above his waist as he welcomed us with a gesture.

"Thank you all for coming, Dungeon Residents. Today marks the end of the Battle Royale event, the longest of all events structured into the Dungeon Games." Chythos' voice sent the entire colosseum into complete and utter chaos, fearing some, and awing others. "But before that though, we still have to do a head count to make sure that the number of currently participating Dungeon Masters does not exceed 300. Uius."

"Immediately, m'lord." Uius bowed and grabbed the scroll that was hidden in his pocket. "As of this moment, only 524 participating Dungeon Masters are left still in this event, a few hundred higher than the required number count."

"As you heard from my subordinate, there are still 524 participating Dungeon Masters left, and as basic math dictates, is greater than 300." Chythos turned around and walked back to his throne, before sitting back on it as a king would. "To reach the desired number of participating Dungeon Masters, we must first cull the numbers. The moment this coin touches the arena ground-" Chythos grabbed an orichalcum coin from his pocket and held it at the tip of his thumb, "-is the moment the fighting starts. Anything goes, from killing, maiming, to just plain knocking out your opponent and having them kicked out of the event. Until we reach only 300 Dungeon Masters, the fight will continue."

Chythos flicked the coin up into the air and into the arena. The coin descended from his perch, and Chythos let out a deep rumble.

"Go nuts, and may I impart to you, my motto. Good Luck, Have Fun, Don't Die."

The coin hit the ground, and all hell broke loose.