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Chapter 94: Battle Royale [part 3]

**The Registration for the Battle Royale**

The walk toward the registration stand seemed to stretch infinitely, each step echoing in the depths of the nighttime silence.

The shadows enveloped us, reflecting the darkness of the thoughts swirling in my mind.

I could feel the air heavy with tension, as if the entire resort was waiting for an imminent event, a manifestation of violence and power.

When we finally arrived at the stand, a small, dimly lit wooden desk, the man behind it greeted us with an impassive, almost cold look in his professional demeanor.

His face was framed by a short, well-groomed beard, and his eyes, sharp as blades, scanned me before settling on the nanny.

No formalities, no courtesies, just a tacit understanding of what was about to happen.

"Here to sign up for the Battle Royale?" he asked in a low, rough voice, one that seemed to have witnessed too many nights like this.

The nanny nodded.

"My student will participate. Sign him up for tonight."

The man showed no surprise.

With a slow, assured gesture, he took a digital tablet from beneath the desk and activated it with an expert touch.

"Name to be used during the competition?" he asked without looking up.

I hesitated a moment, torn between names like Ares, Thor, Hades, Mercury, but none of them convinced me.

Then an inspiration came to me for the name to choose:

"Ragnarok," I answered, the word slipping from my lips like a promise, or perhaps like a prophecy.

The man recorded the name without comment, then raised his eyes to me, while the nanny looked at me curiously about the significance of the name I had chosen.

"Preferred weapon?"

There was a brief moment of hesitation on my part.

I felt the call of the power coursing through my veins, enough to break any opponent.

However, to face what awaited me, I needed something more tangible.

"A sword," I said finally, with determination.

The man noted the choice, but not without casting a scrutinizing glance at the nanny, as if to ensure she agreed.

The nanny nodded slightly, and the man turned his gaze back to me, this time with a more attentive look.

"Level of cultivation?"

"Sufficient," the nanny responded coldly, avoiding details.

The man did not press further, but recorded the information with a slight nod.

Finally, he placed the tablet back on the desk and looked at me with a gaze that seemed to pierce through me.

"You need to understand something, Ragnarok," he said, his voice weighing each word carefully.

"This Battle Royale is not for the weak or the reckless. There are no rules that will protect you. There are no second chances. Every decision could be your last. Are you ready to face this fate?"

There was no hesitation in my response.

"I am ready."

The man nodded, as if he had heard those words a thousand times before, and pulled out a parchment with worn edges.

"Sign here," he said, handing me a thin, dark quill, similar to that of a raven.

But this was no ordinary signature.

The quill vibrated slightly, as if charged with energy.

It was not ink that would trace my name on the parchment, but the fluctuations of my very soul.

I felt a slight shiver as I signed, sensing the connection with the essence of my existence.

It was a contract that bound my life to that moment, to the fate I was about to face.

Once signed, the man took back the parchment and made it disappear into a drawer beneath the desk.

"The Battle Royale will begin shortly. Present yourself at the main entrance of the arena in ten minutes. You will be escorted with the other participants. And remember, once inside, only one will leave alive."

The nanny turned to me, her face impassive, but there was a subtle shadow in her eyes.

"Prepare yourself, Ragnarok. The next step will be decisive."

I nodded, with my heart pounding not from fear, but from the excitement that now boiled within me. The time for waiting was almost over.

**The Coliseum Fills Up**

The Coliseum began to come to life, a stone giant slowly awakening to the roar of the crowd that poured into the stands.

The lights turned on one by one, revealing the imposing arches and ancient statues that watched from above with impassive gazes.

The stands filled rapidly, as people from all over the world hurried to take the best seats, anxious not to miss a single moment of the carnage they knew would unfold.

The noise grew louder as the crowd packed into the stands, their faces lit by a feverish light.

Voices rose, mingling, creating a ceaseless murmur, a crescendo that fueled the dark energy of the place.

It was a primordial energy, ancient, made of blood, violence, and death.

And the crowd could never get enough of it.

As I watched from the secondary entrance where I had paused for a moment, I could feel the shiver that ran down the spine of all those eager faces.

They were there to witness a brutal spectacle, but also to worship an act of pure survival.

A display of power and skill, where only the strongest would emerge victorious.

The Coliseum was nearly full, with the last people still pouring in, filling the empty spaces.

The blinding lights illuminated the center of the arena, a vast expanse of sand that had already absorbed the blood of countless fighters before me.

The shadows of the walls stretched across the sand, giving the impression that the Coliseum itself was eagerly awaiting the battle about to begin.

The roar of the crowd reached a new crescendo as the main entrance doors began to close, signaling that the moment was near.

I was preparing to step in, to feel the sand beneath my feet, to breathe in the heavy air of violence and anticipation.

I knew that once inside, there would be no turning back.

I was ready to test my limits, to discover how far I could push my power.

As I moved toward the entrance assigned to the fighters, I felt the tension rise, the beat of my heart aligning with the rhythm of the drums echoing in the air.

Each step brought me closer to what would be a confrontation with my destiny.

The Coliseum was ready.

The crowd was ready.

And so was I.


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