"You have obtained a medium-grade blind box. Would you like to open it?"
"Successfully opened. You have obtained: Firearm Weapon—The Collector. (Source World: League of Legends)."
From this medium-grade blind box, what emerged was a piece of equipment from the game "League of Legends."
"As expected of the 'Infinity Surprise Blind Box,' it truly contains items from all kinds of worlds, even equipment from the game world of Valoran."
With a casual flick of his hand, Moarik revealed a finely crafted, imposing handgun in his grasp.
The handgun emitted a faint golden glow, its body encircled by special runes.
Upon closer inspection, the runes spread across the gun's surface, resembling a golden dragon's spine.
It exuded a slightly solemn and sacred aura.
However, more than its appearance, Moarik was interested in the weapon's inherent attributes—"Death and Taxes" and "Uniqueness."
"Death and Taxes: If the damage you inflict reduces an enemy's health to below 5%, it will directly execute them. Killing an enemy grants you an additional 25 gold."
"Uniqueness: Indestructible, indivisible, infinite ammunition."
"If the threshold is below 5%, it's a direct kill. You can reap one and earn 25 gold."
"It won't wear out, with maximum durability and unlimited firepower. This gun is perfect for clearing minions and reaping the battlefield."
Moarik weighed the gun in his hand, then stylishly spun it before holstering it at his waist.
With the gun at his side, he seemed even more like a typical suit-clad gangster.
"If a medium-grade blind box can yield such fine equipment, there's no reason to think the boxes around Netero would be inferior."
"As a key figure in the story, the blind boxes near the old man, even if he hasn't officially entered the plot, would at least be of 'high' grade."
"The Sky Arena is definitely worth a visit."
Such a martial arts gathering, even if Netero wasn't interested at all, he would still have to attend due to official and other reasons.
Even if it was just to make an appearance and then retreat to his room to drink tea, he still had to come.
And this was exactly Moarik's opportunity.
Perhaps at this martial arts festival, he might encounter many interesting people.
After leaving Meteor City, Moarik first checked the date.
As of today, it was April 1997.
Moarik remembered that in April 1997, something interesting happened at the Sky Arena.
...
The Olympia Martial Arts Tournament is the highest-level martial arts event that all martial artists pay attention to.
Whenever it's held, it attracts widespread global attention.
Almost all television programs and entertainment projects on the six continents would serve as a backdrop to this martial arts tournament.
It would be an unprecedented global focus.
Moarik, however, had little interest in this martial arts tournament.
The participants, who seemed like masters to ordinary people, were actually a bunch of nobodies.
The real masters were either in the upper echelons of the V5 or within the Hunter Association.
Or they were like the Zoldyck family, openly conducting assassination business but existing so powerfully that no one dared to challenge them.
To Moarik, these so-called masters gathered by the Sky Arena were probably not even as strong as the Shadow Beasts under the Ten Dons.
Or perhaps they were slightly stronger?
After all, even Zushi, who had been learning Nen for less than two years, had become a floor master and was participating in this tournament.
Therefore, to outsiders, the fierce fights seemed lively and spectacular.
But to those who truly understood, it looked like child's play, a spectacle not worth the attention.
Neon Nostrad, however, was extremely excited about this tournament.
After begging her father, Light Nostrad, for a long time, Light Nostrad finally had to agree.
Originally, he didn't want Neon to go out so casually.
At this critical moment when the Nostrad family was about to take off, he did not want any accidents.
However, after Moarik assured him that he would ensure Miss Neon's safety, Light Nostrad considered it for a long time and then agreed.
"Neon's safety is in your hands," he instructed Moarik seriously.
"Rest assured, boss," Moarik nodded calmly. "As long as I'm standing, nothing will happen to Miss."
Having experienced things together, Light Nostrad, who had some trust in Moarik's abilities, said no more.
"Your identification and phone are ready; my number is already saved in it, so you can contact me at any time."
After preparing everything for Moarik , Light Nostrad left these words and went to recruit maids again.
Neon needed someone to take care of her when she went out, and since she was a young lady, she needed some maids for company when she traveled.
Given Light Nostrad's influence in the area, recruiting some maids wasn't difficult.
Soon, after some vetting and Neon's own careful selection, two maids were chosen. One of them, a maid with long burgundy hair, was named Alisa.
And just two days after these two maids were recruited:
"Excuse me, are you still hiring?"
A tall man, resembling a member of an African Indian tribe, nervously and anxiously rubbed his hands together, facing the old butler inside the villa.
At his feet were various types of dogs, either lying on the ground or wagging their tails with tongues out.
"Sorry, we don't need a beast tamer here."
The old butler, Chaharaba, glanced at the dogs and politely declined.
"No, you might misunderstand; I'm not here to apply as a beast tamer!!"
The Indian man hurriedly waved his hands. "My name is Skewala. I heard you still need a bodyguard, so I came specifically to apply!!"
"Heard?"
Seeing his somewhat suspicious appearance, the old butler, Chaharaba, squinted his eyes. "Where did you hear that?"