Chương 60: Heavens Arena

The next day, Aren woke on time, following the internal clock he had set for himself. This time, Machi did not wake up beside him. The previous night had happened because Neon made her feel threatened and caused her brain to short-circuit for a moment. After a brief wash, Aren went straight to the living room. If his instincts were right, the Troupe would face a temporary separation after today.

After yesterday's battle with the Fanobi Family, no one said it aloud, but Aren could sense their dissatisfaction with their own strength. That feeling was especially strong after seeing Aren sweep through the battlefield. They had come out of Meteor City with high spirits. They did not expect to become as strong as Aren, but at the very least, they could not become dead weight behind him. Most of them had not even developed their abilities yet. They needed to explore their own paths.

When Aren reached the living room, everyone had already gathered there. Light Nostrade held out an identity card, a bank card, and a mobile phone with both hands.

"Mr. Aren, this is the identity card completed yesterday. These are also the assets left behind after you attacked the Fanobi Family."

"I converted those assets into Jenny and split them into eight portions, then deposited each portion into a bank card prepared for all of you. I also prepared mobile phones so that you can contact one another more easily." Aren looked at Light for a while, then praised him.

"Nostrade, you really do have talent in this area." He was not mocking him. Being able to make people feel comfortable while flattering them was a talent in itself. At the very least, it could help a person climb to heights ordinary people could never reach. This world laughed at poverty, not at shamelessness. In other people's eyes, Light Nostrade might be a clown, a dog wagging his tail. But the money he spent on a single meal could equal another person's yearly salary.

Faced with that kind of gap, most people lost the right to mock him comfortably. Light did not become proud after receiving Aren's praise. His attitude stayed humble. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Strictly speaking, the transaction between him and Aren was already complete. He no longer needed to lower himself this much. In truth, when Light faced the huge wealth left behind by the Fanobi Family, greed had stirred in him.

Aren's group had not taken the money on the spot. They had not asked for it afterward either. Perhaps they did not need worldly things or simply looked down on them. But after receiving reports about how the Fanobi Family had been wiped out, Light sobered up immediately. Or perhaps an even greater desire had taken shape inside him. This time, he had truly witnessed Aren's power.

The Fanobi Family had used RPGs, weapons that were practically heavy artillery for mafia groups, yet still failed to defeat eight teenagers. Through the Fanobi surveillance footage, Light saw Aren's godlike ability clearly. Against that kind of power, numbers were truly just numbers. Most importantly, they were still young. If they were this powerful now, imagining them ten or twenty years later became terrifying. Perhaps no one in the world would be able to oppose them.

If the Nostrade Family could cooperate with them long-term, Nostrade might be able to leave Gambi Town. He might even climb to the peak of the underworld and become one of the Ten Dons. Once that thought appeared, it quickly took over Light's mind. So Light not only returned the Fanobi wealth to Aren's group, he did it as perfectly as possible. He could not help them with strength. In that case, he needed to show his value in countless small ways.

If it meant becoming one of the Ten Dons, Light Nostrade would not hesitate to be Aren's dog for the rest of his life.

"All right, Nostrade. You can leave first. We have things to discuss."

"Yes, Mr. Aren." Light respectfully withdrew without saying a word about his own intentions. He believed Aren would make his own judgment. Do everything a person can do, then leave the rest to fate. After Light left, Aren turned toward the Troupe. The others looked at one another. Aren smiled and broke the silence.

"If I'm reading this right, everyone is thinking the same thing." Chrollo smiled as well.

"Yes. We should all improve ourselves."

"The reason I created the Troupe was never to bind everyone together at all times," he continued.

"When we face something we cannot handle alone, we help each other. Separation was always inevitable, wasn't it?"

"Also, the Troupe currently has only eight members. We are still five short of the thirteen I imagined. As captain, I should begin looking." Once the topic was open, Uvogin grinned.

"I am too weak right now. Compared to the deputy leader, I am far behind. I plan to go out and see the world. Sooner or later, I will throw a punch with the power of a nuclear bomb." Aren pinched his chin.

"For you, Uvogin, there's a place I'd recommend." Uvogin looked over curiously.

"Where?"

"Heavens Arena." Hearing Aren mention it, Uvogin immediately grew restless.

"Captain, deputy leader, tell me what kind of place it is." The others also looked ready to listen. Aren glanced at Chrollo, meaning, 'Since you know, you explain.' Chrollo could only smile helplessly at Aren pushing the work onto him.

"Heavens Arena is known by martial arts fans around the world as a holy land. Fighters from many countries gather there."

"It has 251 floors and stands 991 meters tall, making it the fourth-tallest building in the world. The entire tower is filled with fighting arenas. Up to the two-hundredth floor, fighters advance in ten-floor tiers. Only winners move higher."

"Below the two-hundredth floor, each victory comes with prize money. Winning on the fiftieth floor earns roughly fifty thousand Jenny. The higher you climb, the larger the reward."

"At the hundredth floor, a victory earns about one million. Above the one-hundred-fiftieth floor, rewards exceed ten million. Winning on the one-hundred-ninetieth floor can earn around two hundred million Jenny."

"However, beyond the two-hundredth floor, matches are fought for honor, not prize money."

"Below the two-hundredth floor, most opponents are ordinary people who do not know Nen. Once a fighter reaches the two-hundredth floor, the opponents become Nen users." Chrollo looked at Uvogin.

"Doesn't that sound like a perfect training ground for you?"