After 10 minutes of walking, Mors finally arrives in front of the large colosseum. The large walls are made of a brown color brink. The well-made architecture makes it stand out from the rest of the nearby buildings. But of course, Mor's goal today is not this colosseum, but the building next to it.
The building is made from wood and stone. With a large line forming in front of the single door of this building. Even a week before the tournament there were already so many people. Mors soon got in line as he looks at the new event he got as he enter this city.
[The Foundation Tournament
A tournament is held every year in Quhai. Starts in one week
1st place price:
[Blood refining Pill]
[Wind Spirit Soul]
[Black Night Daggers(Legendary)]
2nd place price:
[Black Steel Axe(Rare)]
[Gem Bull Horns]
3rd place price:
[Fire Eagle Feathers]]
Mors did not expect to encounter a tournament the moment he set foot in this city. But he was not going to complain. Tournaments were a great way to farm fame in the game. As long as he shows his powers a sect will be sure to invite him into their ranks. Maybe he could even start off as an inner disciple if they value him enough.
Of course, this is all based on the game, things might work very differently now that this is real life. Mors continues to think of his future plan, his mind slowly wandering to the beautiful tan woman he meets a couple of minutes ago.
'She looks very strong and also from a wealthy background. Seeing how she has a maid and a guard.'
Mors thinks to himself as he slowly arrives in front of a large wooden table. Countless papers form nice and neat stacks on either side of the table. Sitting behind the table is a tired-looking woman, with black bags under her blue eyes. Wearing a simple blue color dress.
"Welcome, I am the receptionist for the "Green Dragon Company". I take it you are here to register for the tournament?"
"Yes ma'am"
The woman nods her head as she takes out a piece of paper from the left pile. Placing it in the middle and giving him a pen to write. Mors reads what is on the paper as he picks up the pen and started to write. After writing down all the asked information, he gives the paperback to the woman.
She looks at it for a few seconds with surprised eyes.
"Ah? 20 and already at warrior stage? Very talented. Well, then sir Ming. Please insert your QI into this ball. It is to make sure of your age and cultivation stage. We don't want an old person with a strong cultivations stage stealing the treasures of the younger generation"
The woman said, throwing some shade to those selfish people who only think about themselves. Of course, this is also for safety. If the young men or women from a clan or a sect get severely injured because of someone who is not supposed to participate, the blame will all be placed on the Green Dragon Company and on her.
Mors of course had no problem with this. He places his right hand on the purple crystal ball. Slowly he pushes his QI into the ball. As the QI Circles around the ball, the woman looks at it. Soon the purple ball change in color to light green. She smiles softly.
"Alright, we have confirmed your age and stage. Now it will be the 1000 gold fee"
Mors nodded his head, as he makes 1000 gold coins appear on the table. The coins scatter on the table, the woman picks the coins up as she starts to count them. As she finishes counting them she looks at one of the coins. In the circular coin, the engraving of an Arabic symbol caught her attention.
"Coin from the Sand Regions.. Interesting. But this is enough. The tournament will be starting in one-week sir Xiong"
Mors smiles as he nods his head, but before leaving the woman informs him of something else.
"Be sure to come to this building again the day of the tournament to pick up your number and see your opponent."
With that bit of information, Mors walks away. Leaving behind the building as he started to follow the directions Wu Zhihui game him. It did not take him long to reach the "forgotten tales". A large 10-floor high building appears in front of his eyes. Made from black wood and white stone. With windows decorating the front of the building.
Mors enters this building, pulling one of the double wooden doors towards himself. As he enters the building, he is greeted with the smell of wood and paper. A soft smile on his face as he walks to the receptionist's desk. Paying 200 gold coins to read the books for 5 hours.
Like that Mors spend the 5 hours reading through countless books, history of the world, mythology, and history of the nearby countries, sects, and clans. After reading through everything, Mors sits down at one of the empty tables. His mind processes all the new information as he starts to go over it in his own mind.