Irvan strode into the arena with the confidence of a gladiator, his chest puffed out and his steps firm. His face bore an optimistic smile as he prepared for the intellectual duel that would determine their fate in this mysterious game world.
The cheers of the holographic audience behind the grandstand filled the air, and Irvan responded with a nod and a wave.
Immediately, the female announcer of the arena began introducing each participant one by one. "Lucas from the Hotel accommodation class!" the announcer shouted enthusiastically. The Northern Stand erupted with the cheers of supporters, who instantly appeared, adorned in the golden colors of the Hotel accommodation class. A young man with curly blonde hair stepped forward, wearing an elegant uniform that reflected his expertise in the hospitality world. Lucas gazed at Irvan for a moment, their eyes locking in a determined stare.
From the west, the supporters of the Marketing class emerged, dressed in their sky-blue colors. "Imron from the Marketing class!" the announcer continued. Imron, with his neatly dressed appearance and confident smile, stepped forward. His strong hand gripped the shoulder of his companion, showing that he was ready to face any challenge that came his way.
And finally, from the Southern Stand, supporters wearing red, the colors of the Culinary Arts class, made their entrance. "Anna from the Culinary Arts class!" Anna, a girl with a graceful face but sharp eyes, walked towards the podium with determined steps. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a clean black dress and brown cardigan. As she saw Irvan waving his hand, her expression turned scornful. With a swift motion, she raised her two middle fingers towards him.
"Loser!" she shouted sharply, her voice cutting through the air towards Irvan.
Irvan merely laughed heartily, waving back at Anna nonchalantly. "Culinary folks are always so friendly!" he retorted, drawing laughter from his friends watching from the 'D'Lobby.'
Suddenly, a hologram in the shape of an adult man appeared before them, floating in the air with impressive grace. He was the host of the competition, dressed in a formal suit with a friendly smile on his face.
"Welcome, participants!" he greeted with a voice full of authority. "I am Veranis, the host for this quiz battle. I will explain the rules. Each participant must press the buzzer before answering the given question. There will only be one question, and the answer will determine who gets to choose their country's territory first. Do you understand?"
The participants nodded, indicating they understood the simple rules.
"The first question," Veranis continued, "How can you measure direction?"
Without hesitation, Irvan quickly pressed the buzzer on his podium. "Compass!" he answered loudly, his voice brimming with confidence.
Veranis smiled, "That is the correct answer! Congratulations, Irvan!" he cheered. The sound of cheers erupted from Irvan's classmates watching from the D'Lobby. They leaped with joy, hugging each other in overwhelming happiness. "We won! We won!" they shouted enthusiastically.
"Alright, Irvan," Veranis continued, pointing to a large map hanging in the center of the arena, "Please choose your territory." The map displayed three large continents and several small islands, each with different colored territories.
"You can discuss this with your friends," Veranis added, offering Irvan the chance to get input from his classmates.
But Irvan smiled meaningfully and said, "No, I will choose immediately."