"Fight Club?"
The reason why Han Dong didn't feel good was because the boss was emitting a very strong aura.
His level was definitely above "Level 5", but Han Dong wasn't sure how high he was.
After all, there was an absolute difference between the species and the world plane, and the destiny space could provide different development methods for the participants of different worlds.
When he looked up, Han Dong was also shocked by the boss's appearance.
The boss was lying on a self-made green bamboo chair, playing with a 'handheld' from the Black Tower.
It seemed that he could use this machine to look up anything within the scope of authority, and he could also read the books in the Black Tower library by reading novels.
Obviously.
This street stall owner's status in the Black Tower was much higher than Han Dong's. It seemed that he could stay in the Black Tower world for a long time, and the handheld in his hands meant that he had more authority.
As for the boss's "form", it was similar to a human, but there were obvious differences.
His limbs were normally distributed,
His shoulders were big, his waist was round, his body was full of muscles,
Headless,
The boss didn't have a head, and no facial structure could be found on his body.
He was only wearing a pair of loose cloth pants,
His oversized feet emitted a strong smell of athlete's foot, and his upper body was engraved with the fierce appearance of a barbarian ghost.
Even if he didn't emit any hostility, just quietly lying down and reading novels was enough to give Han Dong a lot of pressure.
[Headless Clan]
[If such an existence came to our world in large numbers, it should cause a lot of chaos …]
"Boss, can I join the" Fight Club "?"
Although he didn't have a head and facial structure, the boss could clearly see the things around him.
"Hmm?" When the boss looked at the person who asked, he was also surprised by Han Dong's posture.
Due to the [Black Tower's Restriction], a high level of power restricted Han Dong's brain, causing Han Dong to reveal his original form.
His right arm was covered with blood-red muscles, a biochemical giant eye was embedded in his shoulder, and holy blood flowed between the exposed blood vessels.
His left arm was wrapped in bandages, and black gravel flowed between the blood vessels, emitting the divinity of death from the underworld. [Anubis]'s silhouette was faintly discernible on the left side of his body.
Four tentacles floated behind Braised Egg's head. They were the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
It was the first time the shop owner had seen such a strange Stitched Monster.
However, the aura that Han Dong emitted was very weak, merely Tier 3.
"To be able to come to the world of the Black Tower with such a weak body, it seems like you're very special … For such a weak person like you, joining the 'Fight Club' might cause you to be beaten to death.
The death of a participant will bring us a lot of trouble. Let's go somewhere else. "
"Don't you have low-level members in your club?"
"Yes … but it's at least at the fifth rank.
Most of the members have already opened the door. It's rare to see a little guy like you … Why, do you have your eyes on something? "
"This jade stone."
Han Dong hurriedly pointed at the jade stone that could clear one's mind with a single glance.
"You have a good eye.
It's a bit troublesome … It's the first time I've seen someone like you … Maybe the guild master will be interested, but your level is too low and there's a lot of risk.
How about this! As long as you can successfully join the club as a Tier 3 member, this' Soul Jade – Green 'will be given to you at a 90% discount.
Although these things are precious, they're not of much use to us. They're mainly used to recruit people. "
Han Dong hurriedly asked, "Are there any restrictions on joining the 'Fight Club'? Will it affect my life in my own world? I've just arrived here, so I'm not sure about the rules here. "
"We're just a 'club' established under the basic rules of the Black Tower. Our purpose is to recruit a group of 'lunatics', 'madmen', 'drunkards' or 'masochists' for pure fighting practice.
Most of the internal members don't have a deep relationship, so they won't invite each other to participate in Fate events … Besides, your level is still too low to participate in [Cross-World Events].
As for what you're worried about, it's not a problem at all.
The main goal of our Fight Club is [Freedom].
There are no restrictions here. There's only one purpose in coming to the club … to fight to your heart's content! Victory or defeat is meaningless. There's only the purest of fighting here. "
"Haha … Sounds good."
Han Dong laughed awkwardly. He had just escaped from the Fate event and was quite tired. He didn't want to fight at all … Moreover, he wanted to fight with a group of perverts who were also certified by the Black Tower.
However, this was his only chance.
Besides, Han Dong didn't know anything about the Black Tower or the world system. Joining a club would give him a way to quickly gain knowledge and understand the true meaning of the Fate world.
"If you're sure, I'll bring you there … Because your level is too low, we'll have to ask the president for permission.
I hope I'm not wrong about you. If you die, our club's [Points] will be deducted a lot. As the person who introduced you, I'll also be severely punished. "
"Haha, I'll take a look at the situation first. If it doesn't work, I'll give up … By the way, can you lend me this' Soul Jade '? I've just come out from the Fate event. I'm so tired. "
"Okay! Recover well. Don't die. "
The headless boss was very generous. He didn't care if there was a problem with the jade and directly threw it to Han Dong.
The moment Han Dong touched the jade, it was as if he was in a fairyland. His mental state recovered quickly and his fatigue was swept away … This also made Han Dong even more determined.
However.
Following the headless boss who was full of muscles and exuded a strange aura.
The invisible pressure made Han Dong a little nervous.
Outside the plaza.
A unique design of a metal building appeared in front of Han Dong.
The whole building was made of metal. Through multiple layers of metal, large rivets, and screws, it made the layering feel extra rich.
Colorful neon lights formed two flashing boxing symbols on the surface of the steel door.
[Fight Club]
Due to the 'language commonality' of the Black Tower world, Han Dong could see standard English.
To be able to apply for such a large space in the Black Tower world and build a metal building of this scale, it at least showed that the club's status seemed to be quite high.
As soon as he stepped into the building, he could hear the sound of fighting from different compartments.
The fierce sound of flesh colliding with the flashing neon lights unknowingly made Han Dong fall into a state of excitement.
When he entered the door.
A one-eyed woman with two heads and a body full of syringes passed by. "Brother Headless, is this the newcomer you brought? I'm afraid he can't be so weak, right? "
"Let me ask the president first …"
At this moment.
The broadcast in the front door directly sounded, and a low and magnetic voice came out. "Headless, since it's your choice, let him join.
This kid is only at the first level and has been recognized by the Black Tower. Not bad. "
Hearing the affirmation from the president, Headless squeezed the muscles on his body together and formed a ghost picture on his chest. He was quite happy.
Then a slap landed on Han Dong's shoulder. "Kid, I didn't misjudge you … Do your best! Once you can join, I can also get a lot of benefits. "
"What are the requirements for joining? What kind of process? "
"We don't have a fixed rule here. You just need to fight with other members.
No matter who wins or loses, as long as you can [Feel Good], you can join … Don't worry, I'll try to arrange members who can't reach [Open Door] for you. "
"Okay … Okay."
For some reason, Han Dong had a very bad feeling.
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