Let’s call this place the Fight Club Tower for simplicity. The building itself is cylindrical, standing tall, with around 10 to 12 floors. The first floor serves as a gathering spot for spectators, where people come to check the day’s fight schedule and place their bets on upcoming matches.
The rules of the Fight Club are straightforward: combatants must fight without armor, without weapons, and without any detectable use of Mana. They can only rely on what their bodies naturally possess, which gives a distinct advantage to demons with built-in weapons like claws or massive horns. Victory is determined by knocking out your opponent, forcing them to submit, outlasting them until they give up, or, if it comes to it, killing them.
As you ascend the tower, the challenges become more intense. Each floor presents a unique and increasingly difficult arena: slick surfaces that make it hard to keep your balance, low gravity that allows for higher jumps but throws off movement, and fierce winds that demand precise positioning. And that’s just the beginning.
The goal is to win every battle on each floor, climbing the ranks until your score is high enough to challenge someone from the top floor to move upward. Every victory earns you a significant sum of money for advancing to the next floor, but there’s a catch-you have to pay an entry fee for every match you take on.
The money fighters earn in the Fight Club Tower is entirely based on their performance- victory brings rewards, but losing can lead to heavy losses. The stakes are high, and the risks are real.
Spectators flood the tower to place their bets, and the excitement grows when famous fighters enter the arena, driving up the pot. This is the place where everyone eagerly gambles their money, hoping to strike it rich-or lose it all.
Some fighters even get a small share of the betting pool from their matches, meaning they can earn even more if they win. It’s a place where those who live for combat can fight with brutal intensity, free of restrictions. But while the rewards can be great, there’s always the risk of crumbling into ruin.
Broken stood at the registration counter, where an old demon in a sharp suit waited patiently. Without hesitation, he signed up for ten battles that day, registering under the identity “Void Reaper.”
After that, he also underwent a level measurement using a crystal sphere on the counter, which revealed his current level to be 129.
This placed Broken in the first-floor category, which ranged from level 120 to 129, with each floor spanning ten levels. However, starting on the first floor didn’t mean he couldn’t move up to the second-this was just his starting point.
No worries, though—this meant Broken could easily rack up more money from victories on the first floor, where he was confident the fights would be a breeze.
His first battle was about to begin. Broken stood in the hallway, waiting for the door in front of him to open. Outside, he could already hear the roars and cheers of the crowd-this was going to be an exciting distraction from the monotony of incubating the demon egg.
But his true purpose for being here went deeper: he wanted to sharpen his martial arts skills, techniques he had already mastered in the real world. Applying those fighting skills in a no- holds-barred battle like this would be far more exhilarating than the usual sparring he was accustomed to in the real world.
The door creaked open, and the noise from the arena became louder.
“The challenger is a newcomer, with a level of 129-Void Reaper!” the host announced.
Broken stepped into the arena. The crowd wasn’t as large as he had expected, but their reaction was immediate. From above, the spectators burst into laughter, mocking him as he entered.
“Hey, look at the new guy in that weird costume!”
“Why do you think he’s hiding his name?”
“So he can kill himself after losing and no one will know it was him! Ahahaha!”
Broken sized up his opponent. The man before him had the lower body of a goat, with thick, black fur covering his legs. He wore pants that covered his groin, but his chest was bare, revealing bulging muscles.
“I’m going to crush that tiny body of yours!” the demon sneered, laughing loudly.
He was level 125. Broken sighed, slightly disappointed—he wanted a real challenge, but it seemed he would have to end this fight quickly.
The demon flexed his massive muscles, roaring and hissing as he threatened, “I’ll kill you and break every bone in your body!”
The crowd roared in response. “Kill him! Kill him!”
Some even hurled cups and stones into the arena, aiming at Broken but missing.
Then, the bell rang, signaling the start of the battle.
The demon charged at Broken with brutal speed, aiming to grab and crush him. But Broken calmly ducked beneath the attack, landing a solid punch to the demon’s jaw. In one fluid motion, he followed up with a powerful sweeping kick, knocking the demon’s sturdy legs out from under him. The creature crashed to the floor with surprising ease.
The entire arena fell silent, shocked at how quickly it had all unfolded. As the demon lay on the ground, Broken prepared to deliver a finishing blow to his face, but the demon raised his hands in desperation, pleading.
“No, please! Spare my life! I surrender! I surrender!”
Broken hesitated, holding back his strike. But the bell hadn’t rung yet. Shouldn’t the fight be over by now? He glanced around, realizing that perhaps the rules of this place truly did encourage fights to the death?
He waited, and the demon continued to beg for surrender, his voice trembling. Yet, the bell remained silent for a few more tense moments. Finally, it rang.
“The match is over! Void Reaper wins!” the host announced, breaking the tension in the air.
The crowd’s disappointment was palpable.
“That was ridiculous! How did the newcomer win so easily?”
“This is frustrating-I want that Void Sweeper to die in the next match!”
“Who’s going up against him next?” someone asked.
“A veteran,” another replied, smirking. “Someone who’s killed plenty of newcomers.”
“Haha, he better make up for my lost money!” someone else shouted, their frustration clear.
After each battle, Broken made sure to supply Mana to the demon egg while waiting for his next turn in the arena. He was careful to keep his movements discreet, ensuring that no one noticed him coming or going from the tower. That day, he fought his way through nine consecutive battles without issue, defeating every opponent with ease.
Each victory was smooth, his skill and strength far beyond what his challengers had expected.
As Broken prepared for his final match of the day, he faced an imposing demon with deep red skin, large horns, and a massive, muscular frame. When Broken checked the demon’s level, he was stunned to see it was level 153. How could that be?
It seemed this demon had deliberately stayed on the first floor, refusing to advance for some
unknown reason.
“I’m sure that weird guy’s run ends here,” a spectator muttered. freewebnσvel.cm
“I’ve bet everything I’ve got this is my payday.”
“Kill that weird guy!”
“Void Sweeper, your life ends here,” someone jeered from the stands.
The demon across from Broken let out a deep, rumbling laugh that echoed throughout the arena. “Ha ha ha! I’m going to end your winning streak now-in just two seconds,” he
boasted with smug confidence.
“Deathmatch! Deathmatch! Deathmatch!” the crowd chanted in unison, their bloodlust rising as they eagerly demanded a fight to the death. It was clear they wanted this battle to end with one of the fighters lying dead on the floor.
“I challenge you for a deathmatch!” the demon bellowed, his booming voice echoing through the arena as he glared at Broken.
The host, almost hysterical with excitement, shouted to the crowd, “Oh, everyone! Could this be our first deathmatch of the day? Are you ready? Will the challenger, Void Sweeper, accept
this challenge?”
Even the host had gotten his name wrong. Broken clenched his fist tightly, then raised his right hand into the air. “I accept the Deathmatch!” he declared.
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, thrilled at the prospect of finally seeing the day’s main antagonist as they saw him meet his end in this final showdown.