Reincarnation Paradise Park

Chapter 962: Chapter 50: Opening Ceremony

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Mr. Mouse held the shivering Lalatat Planet cute girl, her eyes already filled with tears, yearning for a hero to rescue her. However, those so-called ’heroes’ famous in the Void all turned their heads silently, pretending not to see.

”Really a tiring job.”

Mr. Mouse took a sip of strong liquor, his gaze shifting to the contestants’ viewing seat.

Su Xiao noticed Mr. Mouse and recalled who he was. Back during his First Tier promotion to Second Tier survival trial world, Mr. Mouse existed akin to a referee.

Now, Mr. Mouse appearing in the Void Colosseum felt different to Su Xiao.

Mr. Mouse scanned the contestants’ viewing seat, soon locking eyes with Su Xiao. Mr. Mouse’s eyes brightened, a smile forming as his few black whiskers curled upward.

The two shared a glance, Mr. Mouse pointed at Su Xiao, then raised an arm, showing a mark of temporary imprint on the back of his hand.

Upon seeing this, Su Xiao’s pupils tightened, then he realized something, his heavily burdened heart relaxed.

The imprint on Mr. Mouse’s hand was a temporary Reincarnation Mark, implying Mr. Mouse might have received a commission or trade from Reincarnation Paradise to come to Void Colosseum.

What this represented no longer required explanation. Reincarnation Paradise allowed Su Xiao, Pibang, and others to arrive at the Void Colosseum, which was premature for those yet to advance to Third Tier. Even upon reaching Third Tier, they still lacked the qualifications to roam the Void.

Thus, Reincarnation Paradise enacted a safeguard, being Mr. Mouse.

If Contractors and Hunters died in combat, Reincarnation Paradise wouldn’t intervene, but facing threats outside combat, Reincarnation Paradise wouldn’t sit idly by.

Reincarnation Paradise seemed unwilling to overly interfere with the rules of the Void, hence Mr. Mouse’s appearance on stage.

Seeing Mr. Mouse here, Su Xiao felt relieved, assured he wouldn’t be besieged upon entering the arena. Mr. Mouse’s true power remained unknown for now, but as a temporary representative of Reincarnation Paradise, could Mr. Mouse be weak? Certainly not.

”Exhausted, give me a leg massage.”

Mr. Mouse crossed his legs as the teary-eyed little cute girl beside him immediately moved to massage his leg.

Mr. Mouse’s presence didn’t alter the arena’s atmosphere; the audience continued to cheer like waves.

On the Yellow Sand Field, six cute girls around 1.5 meters tall were brawling. Indeed, to Su Xiao, they appeared to be brawling rather than killing each other.

The moves of these Lalatat Planet inhabitants were quite flashy, their fighting actions smooth and crisp. They seemed more like performers than fighters.

”Ha!”

A pudgy palm of one cute girl slapped another’s belly. Both possessed some animal features; one had rabbit ears, while the other had paw pads of a feline.

The bunny-eared cute girl took a hit from the paw-pad cute girl, and during a moment unnoticed by the audience, she glared at the paw-pad cute girl.

”It hurts～ Too strong.”

The bunny-eared cute girl expressed her discontent, while the paw-pad cute girl sneaked a tongue out.

As the bunny-eared cute girl soared in mid-air, she activated a mechanism on her wrist.

With a ripping sound, her outer garment burst open, leaving only her undergarments, and with a thud, her fair body fell to the yellow sand, looking pitiful. This clothes-bursting performance elicited peculiar laughter from the audience.

”Oh ho ho ho～”

The ’gentlemen’ in the audience cheered; the pre-game performance was a wonderful pastime.

Soon, the performance ended with the bunny-eared cute girl winning, as her belly was reddened from the strike, and her teammates decided to make up the victory for that.

”Ladies and gentlemen, the performance has concluded. I wonder how you felt about it? Personally, I’d rate it a 9, leaving 1 point to avoid these little cute ones becoming prideful.”

On the highest commentary stage at the arena, stood the Devil Clan individual; his skin was crimson red, with two horns on his head.

Devil Clan differs from Demon Clan, generally being Lawful Evil, advocating ’fair’ trades and mostly avoiding brute force, resulting in Devils frequently being merchants within the Void.

This Devil commentator was contracted by Void Colosseum for a hefty price, renowned as a celebrity figure in the Void.

”Everyone, remember me? I am...”

The Devil commentator directed the round microphone towards the audience.

”Hak, Hak...”

The audience began to chant in unison.

”Indeed! I am the spokesperson for Lawful Evil, Hak. Void Colosseum’s audience, Hak misses you dearly. Without much ado, let’s begin the match.”

Demon Hak’s commentary style puzzled the organizers; he didn’t tantalize the audience, directly announcing the start of the match, differing from other arena commentators.

The sudden silence from the audience surprised the event organizers, the enthusiasm was unprecedented. Even when other commentators exhausted their hearts to stir the audience, the reaction was never so intense.

The event organizer signaled to an assistant to promptly start the match, aligning with Hak’s commentary rhythm.

Thud, thud, thud...

The war drums above the Void Colosseum echoed, seven drumbeats marking the commencement of the match.

”Ladies and gentlemen, as the opening match of this Void Colosseum event, Hak must forewarn you, it’ll be a fantastic match. First, please welcome the warrior of the Mechanical Ethnic, Mr. Oller who wishes to remain unnamed.”

Upon hearing ’Mr. Oller who wishes to remain unnamed’, most of the audience looked puzzled, the phrase sounded inexplicably odd.

A burly figure with skin black as night entered the yellow sand field. His eyes were mechanical, to be precise, his entire body was mechanical, yet he wasn’t a robot but a member of the Mechanical Ethnic.

The birth of the Mechanical Ethnic traced back many years, unknown in specifics, they emerged one day, gradually flourishing until now, becoming one of the major ethnic groups within the Void.

The Mechanical Ethnic possesses independent consciousness; though their bodies are metallic, it’s living metal, astonishingly, they have sensory perceptions akin to living beings, albeit weaker.

Warrior Oller from the Mechanical Ethnic seemed somewhat displeased; he initially aimed to announce his name post-victory for greater attention.

The audience feedback puzzled Oller on the yellow sand field; unbeknownst to him, Demon Hak had discerned his intent, aiding him appropriately, ’Mr. Oller who wishes to remain unnamed’ became far more memorable than announcing after a win.

”Next, welcome our ’Nameless’ contestant Oller’s opponent, Pibang. Incidentally, Mr. Pibang hails from a mysterious major force, so mysterious that even Hak is unaware of what power it is.”