Gacha Harem System

After settling in, the conversation quickly turned to what the matches might look like.

Lukas kept reminding them that there was no way he knew every new Awakener. There were many academies in Havenhart, so there was just a tiny chance he’d meet someone from his academy.

The stadium was slowly being filled around them over the following hour, the noise rising even higher than before as more spectators arrived and claimed their seats.

By the time the last stragglers had found seats, there were almost no empty chairs visible in any direction.

It was time.

Lukas looked up to see a man descending from the sky above the center of the arena, hands clasped behind his back.

He was a drow, which could be seen by his light violet skin, aristocratic features, and his thick silver hair that spiked out before rolling down in heavy locks to his waist.

He came to a stop hovering a few meters above the arena floor, and the stadium had gone almost completely silent by the time he arrived there.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

However, his voice was amplified, sending his words to every corner of the stadium and beyond without him raising his volume by a single degree.

Silence filled the air, everyone still listening attentively.

Immediately, the stands erupted into joyous cheers. It was quite literally the loudest sound Lukas had heard since arriving in this world. Even louder than the Nemean Lion’s roar.

Within seconds the cheer had organized itself into something more structured, a chant rising from one section and spreading until more than half the stadium was yelling it at the same time.

Lukas stared at the floating figure above the arenas and understood what he was seeing.

Akira leaned close. "They love him, huh?"

For the City Lord to have his right hand man host the tournament, it was clear that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Rollo slowly raised a hand, and the chanting gradually faded.

"Over the course of this day, you will witness hundreds of matches across all eight arenas simultaneously. Every competitor will fight three times before the sun sets."

"I have watched many tournaments from your positions. I have seen first days that meant nothing and first days that produced something worth remembering."

"And I am honored that this time, I was chosen to be the one watching over the next generation as they discover what they’re capable of."

"Now," Rollo said, and his tone shifted slightly to something more serious. Not that his previous tone hadn’t been more serious, but this shift made everyone sit straighter. "The part we’re all waiting for."

He raised his right hand and reached into his spatial ring.

It was a golden headband, the surface smooth and unadorned, hovering a few inches above his fingers and rotating slowly in the air.

The stadium was very quiet. Even an idiot could tell that it was Adept ranked, as the [Items] aura pressed against them, amplified by Rollo for all to feel.

The silence lasted for approximately one more second, then the stadium erupted into noise.

A few seconds of foresight.

Rollo returned the [Kairos Fillet] to his spatial ring and spread both hands out.

He swept a hand towards the arena floor, and stone chairs rose smoothly from the ground along the perimeter, facing inwards.

He rose back into the sky.

Lukas could hear people around him already speculating, already arguing about what they would do with an [Item] like that.

Both of them looked back at him with the same expression. They understood exactly what that [Item] was worth.