Ten days later.
Morrow arrived in the city where Heaven's Arena is located.
The main mode of transportation in this world was airships, whose travel efficiency was not as good as airplanes in his previous life.
It took Morrow ten days to travel from Yorknew City to another continent across the sea.
Fortunately, the entry requirements for the country where Heaven's Arena is located were very low; otherwise, he might have wasted even more time.
This country seemed to position Heaven's Arena as its main source of economic income.
Therefore, almost all incoming travelers came for Heaven's Arena.
As Morrow stepped into the city, his first impression wasn't the towering, cloud-piercing marvel standing at the city's center, but the ubiquitous crowds of people, an especially large number of them.
No matter where he looked, whether at shops, souvenirs, food packaging, or even the clothes and backpacks of pedestrians, he could see elements related to fighting.
Immersed in the atmosphere, Morrow intuitively understood why this place was called "Fighting Paradise."
No wonder over 4,000 fighters registered daily at Heaven's Arena.
That towering, cloud-piercing pagoda was like a pyramid built of fame, fortune, and wealth, compelling people to climb it desperately.
One didn't even need to reach the top; just attaining a certain height would bring countless flowers and cheers.
Few could resist such an allure.
Morrow felt the city's unique atmosphere, sighing inwardly, then immediately headed towards the city center.
Heaven's Arena was a tower-shaped building, reaching a height of 991 meters.
The entire building had 251 floors, making it the fourth tallest building in the world.
Here, over a billion spectators entered to watch battles annually; ticket revenue alone was an unimaginable sum.
Morrow, with a clear goal, arrived at the Heaven's Arena registration counter.
At this moment, there was a long queue at the registration counter.
Morrow roughly estimated that at least two thousand people were queuing to register.
Facilities like a plaza were also built around the registration counter, and some highly distinctive statues had become popular photo spots for tourists.
As a result, whether at the registration counter or the surrounding areas, one could see throngs of people.
Morrow listened to the clamor from all directions and truly had no patience to obediently queue.
He walked out of the queue and headed straight for the registration counter.
Along the way, he casually glanced sideways, observing the people in the queue.
His eyes were like detectors, discerning wisps of Nen emanating upwards.
Ordinary people, ordinary people, ordinary people...
He walked the entire way, unable to see a single Nen user.
Although he didn't rule out the possibility of Nen users disguising themselves as ordinary people.
But it could only be said that this possibility was very low.
Not long after, Morrow arrived in front of the registration counter; among the more than two thousand people along the way, there wasn't a single Nen user.
The power of Nen...
It was clearly a power that anyone could master with training.
However, in the face of a large population base, the number of Nen users was pitifully small.
It seemed that the Nen users in Heaven's Arena were mostly concentrated on floors 200 and above.
Speaking of which—
Morrow stood beside the queue, raising a hand to his chin, eyes lowered, pondering the feasibility of a certain plan.
Since even a fighting paradise like Heaven's Arena rarely had Nen users, could he become a "fruit farmer" for once and give a "baptism" to contestants who "met the screening criteria"...
This way, he could artificially create Nen users one by one.
Then, once these "apples" matured, he could "pick" them in the arena.
Morrow was deep in thought, while the staff at the registration counter and the people in the queue all looked over with curious expressions.
Morrow's undisguised scrutinizing behavior as he walked along earlier had attracted the attention of many contestants.
Some hot-tempered individuals had originally thought of stepping out of the queue to teach Morrow a lesson.
But when they met Morrow's scrutinizing gaze, they all inexplicably felt a pressure, and then, knowing better, suppressed their impulsive emotions.
However, they did remember Morrow vividly.
At this point, those at the front of the queue saw Morrow walk all the way to the side of the registration counter and then stand there in contemplation, filled with surprise and uncertainty, completely unable to figure out what Morrow intended to do.
The staff member responsible for registration also looked at Morrow with considerable curiosity.
A moment later.
Morrow finished his contemplation, deciding that the "Fruit Farmer Plan" had some feasibility, and he would decide whether to implement it after registering for the competition, depending on the situation.
"Let's register first."
Morrow looked up and walked directly towards a bearded man who was about to fill out his registration form.
The bearded man noticed Morrow's approach, immediately tensed his body reflexively, and looked at Morrow with an alert expression.
"You... what do you want?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the bearded man realized he had overreacted.
This was Heaven's Arena's registration counter; no one would be foolish enough to cause trouble without reason, right?
Morrow came up to the bearded man, pulled out a wad of banknotes, and politely said,
"Hello, I'd like to buy your spot for one million. I wonder if you're willing?"
"Huh?"
The bearded man froze, his pen suspended in mid-air.
The registration staff member remained expressionless, not urging them on.
The people behind the bearded man, however, all widened their eyes.
One million Jenny...
It wasn't a huge amount, nor was it a small one.
But in Heaven's Arena, one would have to fight up to the hundredth floor to earn that much prize money.
The bearded man quickly processed it; it was just a matter of rejoining the queue, far easier than painstakingly fighting up a hundred floors.
"Deal."
The bearded man thrust the pen into Morrow's hand, then took the banknotes and walked towards the back of the queue without looking back.
Morrow held the pen and naturally stepped to the front of the registration counter.
"Welcome to Heaven's Arena. Please fill in your information here."
The quick-witted lady at the counter removed the registration form with the bearded man's name and gave Morrow a new one.
"Thank you."
Morrow smiled at the lady at the counter, and holding the pen, quickly finished filling out his information.
Regarding fighting experience, he didn't fabricate anything, but honestly wrote that he had no fighting experience.
In fact, he genuinely had little fighting experience.
One of his purposes for coming to Heaven's Arena was precisely to gain experience in this area, so there was naturally no need to take shortcuts.
After registering his information, Morrow headed straight to the first floor of Heaven's Arena.
As a tower-shaped building, Heaven's Arena's first floor had the largest footprint, and its fighting arena housed 16 rings.
Contestants who registered daily had to undergo preliminary rounds here.
Morrow found a random spot and sat down.
His arrival immediately drew the attention of a group of people.
These people had only recently arrived themselves, and had noticed Morrow's strange actions even before registering.
They hadn't expected him to cut in line.
Morrow ignored these gazes and focused intently on the battles in the rings.
"They're quite skilled, actually."
Watching two contestants exchange blows back and forth in one of the rings, Morrow's interest was immediately piqued.
Setting aside the factor of Nen, some martial artists in this world were quite capable.
(End of chapter)
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