Alien world

Chapter 1793, Section 426: Betting
"you sure?"

What's the difference between using it for betting and spending it on yourself?
Ruth narrowed her eyes slightly: "You think I can't win?"

“How could that be? I bet my entire fortune on you winning,” Annan immediately said loudly. “I just think, well… you can’t put all your eggs in one basket.”

“You’re right, bet half on me to win, and half on Black Dragon.” Clearly, the succubus considered Black Pearl a formidable opponent.

Annan thought to himself, "A formidable rival means an evenly matched opponent. You, a succubus, can only outshine the black dragon in size. What else can you compare? You don't even have horns, wings, or a tail as long as its rival..."

But he didn't care; no matter what, the money was mine.

"Don't waste it, use it all to bet, this is all my money!"

The succubus was immersed in the fantasy of winning the bloody battle, making a fortune, and regaining Lady Biros.

With money, she can buy more nice things that she couldn't afford before... I heard that Liberty City is interested in making a life-size model of Annam!

Ruth climbed out the window again, and this time she was really gone—she wouldn't come back until the bloody war was over.

Picking up the windowpane, Annan looked at the morning star rising in the sky outside the pit. After all that fuss, it was already getting light.

Instead of taking a break, Annan contacted his sister-in-law, Philosopher, and asked her to arrange a place for him to stay.

He had to move out quickly, lest the demons, having lost everything, vent their anger and spill blood on him after the tavern closed down.

Philosopher's siblings found Annan a place to stay on the sixth floor, not far from the arena where the bloody battle took place.

Just as murderers always return to the crime scene, Annan deliberately passed by the residences of the Filthy Nest, the Dread Knight, and the Rotten Tyrant.

The corpse of the filthy nest disappeared. Annan guessed it was eaten by the rats in the burrow.

The Dread Knight was nowhere to be found, and the corpse of the Rotten Tyrant had been disposed of, leaving behind a large crater filled with fel energy—the ratmen had no way to deal with the fungus, so they chose to fight poison with poison.

As a result, no one can survive on that land now.

Philosopher's siblings were quite filial; the cave they found for Annan didn't smell bad. As for dampness... that was unavoidable in the rat-man city-state.

Once inside, Annan discovered that Philosopher's brother and sister-in-law were also there.

The competition was about to begin, so she risked meeting with Annan to discuss the details.

"Maintain the status quo, and notify me immediately if there are any problems."

Annan told Philosophy's siblings that it was not time to relax yet.

No one knows what unexpected things might happen, such as a demon suddenly evolving into a high-level demon, or a hostile force taking the opportunity to cause trouble. They need to prepare contingency plans.

Philosophy was not used to cooperating with others, but she gradually lost herself in the constant calls of "brother and sister-in-law," and unusually took the initiative to ask, "Should we arrange for you to meet the Rat King?"

"Forget it, the more you do, the more mistakes you make; it's better to do nothing. But you can pass on the message that Annan Reeves will be watching its performance."

The weather wasn't good today; it was soon shrouded in clouds after dawn. Although it was early morning, the depths of the pit still felt like dusk.

Deep within, evil lamps emitting a faint green glow hung everywhere.

Although it's a lamp, fel energy isn't as stable as magic, and with the added element of ratman craftsmanship, it's good enough as long as it works. Hanging it there is no different from having a fel energy stone hanging there; it'll randomly kill a lucky passerby.

In the midst of this, a bloody battle began. The noble gray rats entered first, followed by a host of rat-people civilians and demons. As for the lower-ranking rat-people? They were simply not qualified to participate in such an event.

Annan was sandwiched between several demons and followed the demonic tide into the bloody arena where no tickets were required. The circular stone steps, like those in a mining site, descended from high to low, surrounding the battlefield at the very center.

Huh?
Annan saw Philosopher's siblings on the edge of the field; she seemed to be the referee of the bloody arena.
Having found an empty seat, Anan had barely sat down when a figure sat down next to him, nudged his shoulder, and asked in a voice reminiscent of Beldona, "Will you win?"

"It will win."

I've taken out all the capable fighters. The rest, from the players to the referees to the off-field supporters, are all my people. What can they possibly use to fight me?

He asked Berudona, who had returned, "Why are you back?"

"My uncle said you're putting on some big event and need help, so he insisted that I come and help you."

There were other things, like trying to get closer to Annan, that Beldona didn't mention. Well, while Beldona could understand the devil's tens of thousands of years of accumulated experience, Annan was truly different.

His hands-on approach alone puts him ahead of many lords.

Berudona was thinking about Annan's various merits, while Annan kept clicking his tongue and shaking his head, exclaiming, "The ratmen's work is too rough."

"what happened?"

Annan's fingers traced the chaotic, bloody scene: "If it were me, I would promote it beforehand, broadcast the entire event live, charge for tickets, and have vendors push carts in the stands selling snacks and pastries. Water would be provided free of charge, but using the venue's toilets would cost money, and if you wanted to leave and come back, you would have to buy a new ticket."

"In addition, we can promote the contestants' identities, sell their merchandise, and sell the recorded magic videos in full, edited, highlight, and autographed versions. Finally, we can also create a magic video tailored to the most popular and talented contestants."

"Such a setup should generate at least a few hundred thousand gold coins in economic value, right?"

Therefore, Annan said that the rat people's things were crude—their understanding of commerce and trade was still based on plunder without any technological content.

If you uproot everything, you'll only reap one harvest, but if you harvest crop after crop, countless riches will flow into your pockets...

Berudona's eyes lit up, as if she had been inspired by something.

The bloody arena, which could hold 10,000 people, was only about 70-80% full by the time the match started. Thanks to Annan, there were quite a few demons present—after all, they had paid money to come and watch the match.

The competition began amidst chaos, with a vampire taking the stage first, its opponent being a champion rat.

As it was beaten bloody by the champion rat, it still wielded its longsword and fought the champion rat head-on like a brute. Only then did the audience realize that it was not a vampire, but a mimic monster disguised as a vampire.

The champion mouse won easily, receiving only scattered screams and cheers as it walked off the field, and then came the second round.

Clearly, the Macken Ratmen have no concept of seeded players or improving the entertainment value of the matches.

All the contestants were sent out at once without any restrictions, resulting in overwhelming massacres with no entertainment value.

Among them, the succubus is the first familiar face to appear.

A beautiful lustful demon, adding a splash of color to the otherwise dull and bloody scene, looked up, searching for something in the audience, and found it.

Annan gave Russ, who was looking at him, a gesture that said, "I'm here."

Don't worry, I've taken care of all your competitors. Go and enjoy the sweet fruits of victory!

(End of this chapter)