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3:25 PM.
The airship flew from the mountainous city of the Padokea Republic to the city of Heavens Arena, taking six hours.
"Is that the famous Heavens Arena tower?"
Illumi stood by the window, gazing at the skyscraper towering in the city center. Outside, the sky was bright and cloudless.
"A total of 251 floors, 991 meters high, the fourth tallest building in the world."
"Young Master Illumi, have you also paid attention to Heavens Arena?"
Zebro and Gotoh stood behind Illumi, asking with a smile.
"I do pay some attention to external information."
Illumi's voice was flat as he stood with his back to them.
At 3:55 PM, the airship landed at the airport in the city where Heavens Arena was located.
Amidst the massive crowds at the airport, four figures of varying heights disembarked from the airship and entered the airport waiting hall.
"Master, Young Master Illumi."
Two butlers, who had been waiting at the airport for a long time, bowed respectfully to them.
"Let's go," Silva commanded. The two butlers bowed again and turned to walk towards the parking lot outside the airport.
The group of four became a group of six. Their unusual butler's tailcoat attire attracted the attention of many ordinary people.
After all, it was rare to see so many butlers serving one person. They might not be from a noble family, but they were certainly from a wealthy one.
The group of four got into a pre-arranged car and drove straight to Heavens Arena.
"Oh, marvelous! Competitor Foxy has defeated Competitor Riman, achieving three consecutive victories!"
As Illumi and the others got out of the car, they heard an impassioned female voice ring out.
Looking up, a large screen was mounted on the curtain wall of the Heavens Arena tower, broadcasting a match.
And just now, the match had ended.
"This is Heavens Arena. You are to fight your way up two hundred floors. There is no time limit."
Silva introduced to Illumi, looking at the entrance to the Heavens Arena tower's lobby, where a constant stream of people flowed in and out.
"From now on, you'll be on your own."
Illumi nodded lightly, shouldering the gray backpack Gotoh had prepared for him, which contained a few changes of clothes.
"Illumi, there's something I need to tell you."
As Illumi was about to enter the tower lobby alone, Silva suddenly called out to him.
"You can only fight up to the two hundredth floor. After reaching the two hundredth floor, do not register, just come back."
Illumi looked back at Silva, a slight curve to his lips.
"I understand."
He knew what lay beyond the two hundredth floor. Since Silva didn't intend to tell him, he wouldn't ask.
Nen, once one had a concept of it, one couldn't help but cultivate it, and Illumi was no exception.
His ability, though said to grow with time, was actually related to mental power, a result of his daily meditation.
And mental power was related to Nen. He often couldn't resist wanting to awaken his Nen ability, but he always held back at crucial moments.
At least, while he was with the Zoldyck Family, he couldn't practice Nen.
Otherwise, with his Nen, which didn't even know the Zetsu technique, Silva and Zeno would easily see through him.
He couldn't explain why he had Nen abilities and Nen training.
This period at Heavens Arena, however, was a good time to practice Nen.
"Zebro, Gotoh."
After Illumi entered the first floor lobby of Heavens Arena, Silva instructed Zebro and Gotoh.
"You two stay here and protect Illumi."
"Yes, Master Silva."
Zebro and Gotoh nodded in response to Silva.
Silva glanced once more at the large doors of the Heavens Arena tower's lobby, then turned and got into the car, while Zebro and Gotoh bowed in farewell.
"As expected, he'll have people stay behind to monitor and protect me."
Illumi leaned against the glass curtain wall to the left of the main entrance, watching Zebro and Gotoh who remained behind.
"I originally thought he would only leave Gotoh."
"I didn't expect even Zebro to stay. It seems I still hold some weight in my father's heart."
In fact, Illumi's perspective was misplaced; he was looking at the Zoldyck Family from twenty years in the future, not from twenty years ago.
Currently, there were only two children in the next generation of the Zoldyck Family, and Illumi, with his天才 (genius) aptitude, was naturally the focus of the Zoldyck Family's current cultivation.
"Such a long queue."
Illumi looked at the fifty-meter long queue in the lobby, a helpless expression on his face.
He hated queuing the most; waiting made time feel incredibly long.
"Welcome to Heavens Arena."
The lady at the registration desk, though surprised by Illumi's age, still welcomed him with a smile.
"Please fill in your personal details on this form."
A registration form was extended from the registration window. Illumi picked up the pen on the counter and filled it out, then handed it back to the staff member responsible for registration.
"Mr. Illumi Zoldyck, you are number 1068."
The staff member smiled kindly as she introduced him.
"On the first floor, matches are called by this number, so please pay close attention."
"Now, please proceed inside."
With that, the staff member gestured for Illumi to go down the right-hand passage, which led to the first-floor arena.
Illumi walked along the passage towards the end, and even before reaching the exit, he could already hear the clamor of the audience.
"It's quite large."
Before Illumi was a spacious and brightly lit area—this was the first-floor arena of the Heavens Arena tower.
The facilities inside resembled a gladiatorial arena, with sixteen rings arranged from letters A to P. Numerous spectators in the stands were cheering for the competitors in the rings.
Illumi, with his gray backpack, took a seat in the audience to watch the ongoing matches.
"Just a bunch of ordinary people's matches, no remarkable characters."
He scanned the competitors in the sixteen rings. They were all ordinary people, at most having practiced some boxing and modern combat.
"I have to win 50 floors in one go, otherwise I'll starve."
Illumi was penniless. Silva hadn't given him any money. To eat, he had to earn it himself.
"Competitors number 1068, 1125, and 1138, please proceed to rings A, D, and E respectively."
Soon, the victors of three rings were decided. The announcement called out Illumi's competitor number. He stood up, went to the edge of the stands, placed his hand on the GG brand sign, and easily leaped into the competition area.
Arriving at Ring A, Illumi set down his backpack. The referee saw him and paused.
"Excuse me, are you a competitor?"
Illumi ignored the referee's uncertain tone, leaped onto the stage, and stood facing a burly man in his thirties wearing a taekwondo uniform who was already in the ring.
"Hey, look at that kid."
People in the nearby stands immediately noticed the unusual situation in this ring.
The referee came between the two, glanced at Illumi, frowned slightly, and then raised his finger to explain the rules of the arena.
"In first-floor matches, the strength of the competitors will be judged by the match process."
"Please demonstrate your abilities and end the match within the three-minute time limit."
"Then..."
The referee scanned the expressions and attitudes of both competitors, raised his arm high, and suddenly swung it down.
"Match start!"
The burly man in the taekwondo uniform adopted a stance and grinned at Illumi.
"My apologies, little brother."
"Uncle here will end this match in an instant, you won't have any..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, Illumi suddenly appeared in front of him and punched him in the abdomen, leaving a fist-shaped dent.
The taekwondo man's mouth hung open, his eyes rolling back. Illumi withdrew his arm and stepped aside to the left.
"Ugh..."
The man took a step forward, then collapsed directly, unconscious.
"Amazing, that kid."
"He instantly killed that taekwondo black belt with just one punch."
The audience immediately erupted in excitement. The referee stared intently at Illumi, then pressed a few buttons on his terminal, printed out a slip of paper, and handed it to Illumi.
"Number 1068, please proceed directly to the 50th floor for your match."