Ark Undead

She reached out and grasped the man's hand, asking in an urgent tone.

"Excuse me, where is the registration area?!"

"Ah...it's over there, right in front of the Heroes' Temple in our village, you can see the registration point."

The strong Fengti man blushed and withdrew his hand somewhat embarrassedly.

The little girl's enthusiasm was almost overwhelming; Maria's overflowing sunshine was something anyone would find refreshing.

"Is that so? Thank you!"

Maria quickly took Zofia's arm and started walking towards the Temple of Heroes.

Zofia stumbled a couple of steps to the side as Maria dragged her, before she regained her balance.

"Slow down! Slow down! Didn't I say there's still time? Don't panic, what if you fall..."

"Oh dear, I'm not a child anymore, Aunt Zofia!"

"Ok?"

"Sister! Sister Zofia!"

The two girls' conversation disappeared into the street, dispersing in the direction of the Temple of Heroes.

The villagers who had come to pick them up were also filled with emotion.

"Is it a knight from Kazimierz?"

"That should be true. The exquisite armor she wore could only be crafted by Kazimierz at present."

"No matter what, she's a good girl."

The old man, who had been rescued by Maria and Zofia, said with a smile, then nudged his partner beside him.

How many rooms do you have left in your hotel?

The old lady beside him did a quick calculation with her slightly slow-witted mind, and then smiled.

"Don't worry, there's still a lot left. I'll go and get it sorted out right away. You can just bring them over later."

...

The next day, Instructor Dubin got up very early and woke up the reserve group members one by one.

Today is the first day of the Warriors Tournament, and these kids are going to draw lots to determine today's matches.

Moreover, today is also an opportunity to observe other soldiers' duels.

As long as the Warriors Tournament is held, these children will not miss a single battle to watch, as these are all precious battle records.

"Get up, get up."

Instructor Dobermann would shout every time she knocked on a door, and only after receiving a response from the children inside would she feel comfortable moving on to the next room.

She kept knocking until she reached the room of the Undead. Melantha had gotten up early, changed her clothes in the bathroom, and tidied her combat suit before coming to open the door.

"Instructor Dobermann."

Melantha, dressed in a light black combat suit with the longsword given to her by the Undead hanging at her waist, looked dashing and heroic.

"Hmm, you got up early. Remember to wake up Kroos too, so he doesn't miss breakfast."

When Doberman saw Melanie, she smiled; the child had never caused her any trouble.

"Ok."

Melanie nodded in agreement, and after Doberman left, she immediately went to the cradle of Kroos.

"Waaah... honey cake... my honey cake..."

Kroos on the bed seemed to still be enjoying a delicious meal in his dream, unwilling to wake up.

Melantha had no choice but to drag Kroos up first, then pull her into the bathroom to help her wash up and change her clothes.

The undead sat motionless by the campfire, showing no intention of getting up for the time being.

Because of his size, Onstan couldn't stay with them, so he booked a larger room on the first floor.

Once all the operators had woken up, everyone gathered on the first floor of the hotel for a meal.

Breakfast is of course an essential part, and instructors at Doberman have always attached great importance to the trainees' diet.

With Furong's encouragement, none of the trainees in the preparatory group will suffer from any nutritional deficiencies; at most, they'll just feel unwell for a while.

After a meal and a short rest, Instructor Dobermann checked the time and then gathered the operators together before heading towards the Temple of Heroes, the venue for the Warriors Tournament.

It's not just the Minos capital city that has a Temple of Heroes; every village has a Temple of Heroes and a corresponding priest.

The Temple of Heroes is an important landmark of the Minoan city. The Temple of Heroes in each village or city looks similar and is dedicated to heroes who have made a name for themselves in the local area throughout history.

Rather than saying they worship gods, it would be more accurate to say that their worship is an inherent struggle and sense of honor within human nature.

The altar in front of the Temple of Heroes is the location for events and battle celebrations.

Each time a sacrificial ceremony is held, the altar is repaired and reorganized.

This time, as the regional qualifier for the battle festival "Undead Arena", the altar was naturally the most meticulously prepared yet.

Sculptures revered by the Minoans, along with large cast weapon statues, stood around the altar. Temporary stands had also been erected around the entire altar.

The venue will be selected by drawing lots in the morning, and the first match will begin in the afternoon.

However, true warriors don't simply treat the morning as a time for drawing lots; instead, they use the time to gather information about their opponents.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the way of a wise man to win every battle.

True heroes are never just physically strong.

The Rhodes Island team also lined up at the back of the queue, waiting patiently for the draw.

Only after everyone had drawn their lots did the group gather in a corner of the altar, looking at the lots in their hands.

"Hmm... my opponent is called... 'Axe Whirlwind' Eric?! What kind of name is that?"

Andersel stared at his signature, his mind nearly going blank. Could such a name really appear in the duel against Minos?

Andre's companions couldn't help but burst out laughing. There was no way around it; the nickname just felt really strange.

"When we were registering yesterday, it seemed that the priest in charge of registration even asked us if we wanted to give our nicknames."

Furong thought of these details and tilted her head.

"Could this be referring to this... 'Axe Whirlwind'?"

"So who is your opponent?"

Ansel moved closer to Hibiscus; the two of them were the only two medics in the Rhodes Island team this time... ah, medics who don't die.

"My opponent? Let me see."

Furong unfolded the fortune slip in her hand, glanced at it, and then started spinning it around.

"?" Ansel leaned closer, glanced at it, and a smile instantly spread across his face, impossible to hide.

"Hahaha..."

It was rare to see Ansel laughing so freely, and the other operators all gathered around to watch the spectacle.

On the slip of paper in Furong's hand were seven characters.

"The Heartbreaker" Powell.

No wonder Ansel was laughing so happily; such a nickname is clearly something that only appears in those strange novels.

When fantasy meets reality, this sense of incongruity becomes the source of the absurdity.

"This...this!"

For a moment, Furong didn't know how to evaluate her opponent.

Even Instructor Doberman suppressed a laugh and comforted Furong.

"Try to think positively... The fact that they chose these names means they might just be there to fill a spot. It's a good thing that you've passed one more test and met the real warriors."

Instructor Doberman was right.

The Undead Arena of Minos was a major event, and the participants were a mixed bag.

Many of them were just there for fun.

The regional selection process was also intended to prevent such a situation from happening in Seyanus.

Imagine if such a name actually appeared in the Undying Arena, especially if it belonged to someone with virtually no combat ability—that would be utterly ridiculous.

The operators then unfolded the slips of paper in their hands.

For a moment, a joyful atmosphere filled the crowd.

They have all sorts of names, some even using more than a dozen characters as their nicknames, claiming themselves to be invincible and subservient to everyone.

However, Melantha and Kroos's opponents are unusually normal people.

Their opponents did not use nicknames, but instead used their own names as their competition names.

"Morton?"

Dobermann looked at the slip of paper in Melantha's hand and seemed to realize something.

“I recognize this name. Before I came here, I kept an eye on Minos’ recent activities. I think the database mentions this name.”

Yato, who had been relatively unknown until now, suddenly spoke.

"This man is a warrior who has recently gained fame on the border of Minos. He is well-known in the area around the Sargon border because of his unparalleled bravery in the battle against Sargon."

After Yato mentioned it, Dobermann also thought of it.

"Yes, I remember now. I heard they were warriors who used heavy hammers. I'll go to the database and find out more about their combat experiences and give you all the details."

Melantha nodded seriously; she took her battle very seriously.

However, she paused for a moment, looked around at herself again, and realized that someone was missing.

"What about the teacher?"

Melantha searched everywhere but couldn't find anyone who wasn't dead.

Yato pointed into the distance.