Dreamer had won trillions of coins during the tournament fights. He decided to cash all his rewards at the end of the tournament.
However things didn't go as Dreamer planned. He forgot about the money because of his fight with Diablo and the God had also destroyed the colosseum.
Dreamer now had a little hope that by some miracle he would get all his rightful money.
"Tell me Michael. Can I get the money?" Dreamer asked again. He didn't care about not talking through his mind. Money comes first.
'Sire,' Michael started speaking. 'As you know, Diablo had destroyed the colosseum and the booth that kept the money was also destroyed.'
Dreamer clutched his chest. Money destroyed? Not good.
Michael continued speaking. 'Sire, your money, more than trillions of coins, is…'
Dreamer clutched his chest tighter. He gathered the strength to hear Michael say the bad news.
'Safe.'
"Huh? Wh-What?" Did Dreamer hear him right?
