I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

"In the last month, he has appeared only once every three days, but his record remains terrifyingly perfect. Many have come to challenge him, hoping to make a quick fortune, but without exception, all have failed."

"No one who has failed has ever left alive."

"You really don't need to go down there; if you truly admire him, just spending a little more to watch his matches should be sufficient. There's no need for you to enter the arena yourself."

After saying this, the girl seemed startled by her own words, quickly shutting her mouth, afraid to say more. Continue your saga on m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

This was understandable, given that speaking out in this place was fraught with difficulties.

Saying the wrong thing could give others leverage over you, complicating matters significantly.

"Yes, you're so talented and have such a promising future, there's no need to waste your life on this. Isn't this too dangerous for you?"

Another young girl couldn't help but express her concern, her face marked by hesitation and turmoil.

In their eyes, anyone who could lead them out was the best option.

It would be such a waste if such a capable person were to die here today.

As long as John is alive, perhaps they could still have a chance to leave with him in the future.

But if he dies, then all is lost.

"Maybe we should think of another way?" Silver Tear was very worried.

Facing Victor in a fight, they would likely have no chance of winning.

Previously, when Victor fought them, it was as if he was merely toying with them, and they could be defeated within a minute without much effort.

Moreover, now Victor seemed to have lost his rationality and probably didn't remember them.

This means they would be no different from any other challenger in Victor's eyes, and a mere accident could lead to their death.

"Can you really come up with 600 billion, or even more?" John asked quietly, prompting both to fall into an involuntary silence.

They indeed didn't have that kind of money, nor could they procure it, and they also lacked other options.

But they didn't want John to take such a risk.

"Respected sir, everything is prepared for you. All that remains is for you to go down. You need not worry about anything else; your happiness is our honor at the Rose Hotel," the maid said as she returned to John, who was still observing the situation below.

She respectfully handed John a cloak.

He initially showed no reaction, but as his eyes swept over the cloak, he paused, noticing something unusual about it.

"What is this?" John inquired, eyeing the garment.

"This is a cloak exclusive to each challenger. By wearing this cloak, it signifies that you have become a challenger. Once on the field, the battle does not end until one party is completely incapacitated," explained the maid, her demeanor still very respectful.

"You have not yet entered the arena; there is still room for regret. Do you truly wish to proceed?" she continued, carefully watching John's eyes, trying to gauge his thoughts from his expressions.

John chuckled lightly, looking at the cloak with an inscrutable smile.

"And what about the magic circle on this cloak?" he asked.

Dark Fox, overhearing John's question, narrowed his eyes.

He examined the cloak more closely and indeed felt the fluctuation of a magic circle.

What troubled him was that he had not noticed it at first!

Silver Tear involuntarily glanced at Dark Fox.

Dark Fox was usually very sensitive to magical fluctuations, so why hadn't he noticed this one?

Yet, John had already pointed it out ahead of time.

"This is to prevent those who are about to lose from being too frightened and attempting to flee," John explained upon hearing the maid's remarks.

He understood that similar situations must have occurred before.

Some challengers, having thought better of their decision in the midst of battle, had tried to escape but were forcibly brought back, necessitating such rules.

"It seems your Rose Hotel is indeed different from what I imagined; you are well-prepared for many things," John noted.

The maid continued to smile gently.

"Making all the necessary preparations to provide each guest with the ultimate experience is our duty," she replied.

John chuckled coldly, took the cloak without a word, and draped it over himself.

Silver Tear and the others watched him intently, but for some reason, once John donned the cloak, they keenly noticed that his presence seemed to vanish.

While they could still see John with their eyes, if they tried to sense him using mind power, he felt entirely absent.

The two exchanged a look, realizing the cloak must have additional functions they had not yet discovered.

If they could properly utilize this cloak, it might be useful for many things.

"Is this cloak only available to challengers?"

Silver Tear asked casually, feigning indifference.

John immediately understood why she was asking.

Although he hadn't yet sensed anything unusual about the cloak, seeing their serious expressions made it clear that the cloak must have some exploitable features.

"Indeed, only challengers are given such cloaks," the maid replied with her perpetually gentle smile, sparking different thoughts in both of them.

If only challengers could possess this cloak, they needed to think carefully about their next steps.

"There are five minutes left until your match, sir. I wish you every success," the maid said softly, bowing slightly.

Meanwhile, John quietly walked towards the arena.

Although he knew that facing Victor might have slim chances of victory, he was still determined to try.

His mission was to bring Victor home, and he intended to keep his promise, regardless of the difficulties and obstacles that might arise.

After all, Victor had helped him so much in the past; he couldn't just stand by idly now.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we have a new challenger who wishes to challenge our Immortal Messenger!"

Upon hearing this announcement, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Some even started whistling and screaming in excitement.

They couldn't believe someone was audacious enough to challenge the Immortal Messenger!

Was this not just handing them entertainment on a silver platter?

Everyone excitedly turned their gaze towards the entrance, eager to see who this fearless individual was.