Damon took a seat on the minibus, and soon enough, everyone else found their spots, quietly settling in.
As the bus rumbled forward, Damon leaned back in his seat and about to close his eyes, glancing around briefly to see that everyone else was minding their own business.
Seizing the moment, Damon decided to check out his system status, something he hadn't done in a while.
Making sure no one could see, he opened it discreetly.
Almost immediately, notifications began to ping in his head.
A new quest popped up, tied to The Supreme Fighter.
DING!!
[QUEST: The Supreme Fighter]
Task: Win the show and become the Supreme Fighter.
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Task 1: Get a spot in the house (Completed)
Reward: 50 Coins
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Task 2: Win the Round of 16 and make it to the Quarterfinals (Pending)
Reward: 100 Coins
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Task 3: Win the Quarterfinals and make it to the Semi-finals (Pending)
Reward: 500 Coins
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Task 4: Win the Semi-finals and make it to the Finals (Pending)
Reward: 1000 Coins
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Damon had also seen Ivan's fight.
The man was impressive.
He had won by knockout as well. While it wasn't as clean as Damon's high kick or Kofi's ragdolling dominating performance, it was still an impressive display, especially since Ivan's opponent had put up a real challenge.
Ivan nodded, his voice carrying a thick Russian accent. "No problem. We arrived."
Damon sat up, blinking away the last bit of drowsiness as he looked out the window. His eyes widened slightly.
'Damn, he thought, this isn't just a house... it's a damn villa.'
As they all stepped off the bus, the fighters were greeted by the sight of the massive villa before them.
The place was bigger than anything most of them had ever seen in person.
For guys like Damon, who came from humble beginnings, it was overwhelming.
For all of them, fighting had become the way to change their lives, and The Supreme Fighter offered that one chance to break into the UFA.
The sheer size of the villa made the group stand in awe.
Even though they knew they wouldn't be staying here forever, the thought crossed many of their minds;
'What if one day, this could be mine?'
They couldn't help but imagine what life would be like if they won it all, having a villa like this, the lifestyle, the attention, maybe even the women that would come with the success.
It was a dream they could taste.
But for now, they would just enjoy the moment, knowing this was the first step toward making those dreams a reality.
They grabbed their luggage, each fighter dragging their suitcases behind them as they made their way through the gate.
The wheels of the suitcases rumbled over the ground, along with the sounds of murmured conversations as they took it all in.
As they entered, Damon noticed the bus that had carried Team Chemasov parked nearby.
It didn't take long to realize what that meant, Team Chemasov had already arrived.
The two teams were about to share the same space, and the competition was about to get a little closer.
Damon knew the deal.
While everyone here was an adult, it was inevitable that some idiots would start drama for no real reason, maybe to boost their popularity or grab the audience's attention.
There were always those guys looking to stir up trouble.
He mentally prepared himself for the shit that was bound to unfold in the house.
Drama, egos, and unnecessary beef were all part of the game, especially with a show like The Supreme Fighter.
He knew he'd have to keep his head down and focus on what mattered, winning.
But still, if someone poked, then he would do the same... harder.