"You want to sign up?" The clerk quickly took out a form and placed it in front of Angor.
When the clerk saw Angor picking up a pen and was about to fill in the form —
"Sir, you may not know this, but your title recorded in the Sky Tower will accompany you all the way, even if you reach —"
"Stop!" Angor waved a hand to stop the clerk's nagging. "I know. The bigger the title, the better!"
The clerk smiled. "I'm glad you understand, sir. I'll leave you to it then."
Angor picked up the pen, filled in the title he already thought of, and put it in front of the clerk in a threatening manner.
The staff member smiled as he picked up the registration form. He wanted to see what nickname this handsome and tactful young man would fill in … When the staff member's gaze landed on the top of the form, his smiling expression instantly froze.
"I! Am! Real! Right? "
Angor proudly said, "What do you think? Big title, right? It took me two weeks to come up with it!"
The staff member's face stiffened, and he forced a smile. "Sir, this title is too big. But it's not a good title, right? "
Angor blinked. "What's not good about it? I think it's a good title. "
The clerk's lips twitched. "Just think about it, sir. If you become a wizard one day, your title will spread. What will people call you? Should I call you 'I am the truth' wizard? They won't be able to pronounce it properly. "
"You're right." Angor took over a new registration form and quickly filled in his name, which took him two seconds to come up with a name.
The staff member took a look at it, and his expression remained unchanged. "It's the absolute truth."
"Sir, it's not easy to pronounce. How about 'Sage of Truth' or 'Disciple of Truth'?" The clerk suggested sincerely.
Angor shook his head. Sage? I don't want to be called that.
"What do you want then, sir?"
"Everyone's friend?"
"That's not a title. It's just a short phrase."
"Then … I have a bird." Angor tapped Toby on his shoulder. Toby immediately puffed out his chest.
"That's not a good name. People will misunderstand. Think of another one. " The staff member was still smiling on the surface, but he was already going crazy on the inside. He had seen people who were full of themselves, but he had never seen someone who was so chuunibyou that he walked into the wrong room!
The worker only wanted Angor to think of a name. Apple, Strawberry, Flower, whatever. He did not care if the name was big or not.
"Why don't you pick something you like and give it a noble title, sir?" The worker continued, "Why don't you choose something you like and give it a noble title? For example, the Princess of Brown Sugar, the Prince of Greatsword, the Queen of Oppa, and so on. "
"Is that so? Then … Baron Milk? " Angor quickly denied it. "No way. That name doesn't fit my tall image."
"Baron Milk, was it? Alright, I've noted it down. " The worker's ears twitched. With a sincere smile, he quickly wrote down the title and pushed Angor out of the room.
"Sir Baron Milk, if you wish to enter the arena now, over there is the lot drawing area. Please — Bam!" While Angor was still in a daze, the worker slammed the door of the registration office in his face.
He then tossed a crystal card to Angor.
Angor quickly turned around and banged on the door. "No! I want to change my name! This name doesn't suit me! "
Inside the door, the worker took out two balls of cotton from the drawer, stuffed them into his ears, and continued his elegant work.
Angor's loud banging attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. Under the cold stare, Angor pulled a long face and gave up knocking on the door.
"Baron Milk it is. I'll wear a hood when I enter the arena, and no one can see my face. My tall image won't be affected … right?"
With a sorrowful expression, he covered himself with the hood of the black bedsheet, picked up the card on the ground, and left the registration hall in a hurry.
The lot drawing area was actually the backstage of the arena. Angor lifted the curtain and went inside. He saw all the contestants waiting there.
The contestants were all wearing strange clothes, as if they were in the dressing room of a masquerade party. Angor walked around the large lot drawing area while smelling all kinds of strange smells. Finally, he reached the lot box.
When Angor stood in front of the box, almost all the contestants looked at him. Perhaps Angor was going to draw himself, so they all cared about him.
All kinds of murderous, gloomy, and seductive gazes swept across Angor's body.
"Contestant, please show your personal information." A middle-aged woman stood behind the box. She was wearing a dark gray uniform and had her hair tied up in a bun. She spoke with a serious expression.
He took out the thin, translucent card.
The woman took it and swiped it on an alchemy machine that looked like a crystal. Angor's name immediately appeared on the transparent screen on the table.
"Baron Milk …" The middle-aged woman glanced at the name. Her serious expression suddenly changed. Her lips curled up slightly. She then looked at the young man in front of her who was wearing a hood but still looked like a child. For some reason, she felt that the name suited the person very well.
At the same time, the other contestants also saw the name. They all laughed loudly.
"Baron Milk? Ahahaha! That's a kid, right? "
"Ahahaha! I can take on ten kids like that! You must give him to me. Watch me, the Death God Lan Cang, chop him in half! "
"Lancang Death? Hahaha! I, the 'Authority of the Templar', will not accept this! "
"Step aside! Let me, the 'Bishop of Dawn' drink this milk!"
The middle-aged woman behind the box spoke in a surprisingly gentle tone, "Mister Baron Milk, do you want to draw now?"
"Hmm." A low and deep voice came from under the black hood.
"Very well. Please." The woman gestured for Angor to draw.
The lottery box was a small square box. When he put his hand inside, he found that the box was surprisingly spacious. He didn't expect to find Expansion Runes in such a small box. The Floating Mech City was really powerful.
Angor took out a random ball. There was a row of numbers on it: 038794.
The middle-aged woman took the ball and quickly recorded something. Soon, a row of words appeared on the screen in front of her: Baron Milk VS Blackjack. Half an hour later, Sky Tower, Arena 7, Level 1.
The woman frowned when she saw Angor's opponent. She looked at Angor with pity and regret.
"Blackjack? Looks like I'm done here."
"The kid's first opponent is Blackjack. I bet he'll be traumatized for the rest of his life …"
"Rest of his life? Haha. I don't think he'll have a rest. Think about Blackjack. "
Angor heard the rustling voice behind him. Judging from the other contestants' comments, this Blackjack seemed to be quite strong. Angor tried to recall the information about the seeded contestants. Blackjack's name was nowhere to be found.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
Angor took his profile card and walked to the contestants' area without a care in the world.
He didn't want to talk to anyone because the title would damage his image. Instead of going to the contestants' area, he found a quiet corner and waited.
Since waiting was boring, Angor decided to meditate.
However, not long after he started meditating, he heard the sound of footsteps. Angor frowned. The place he chose was deserted. Why did he hear footsteps?
He opened his eyes and saw a strangely dressed man standing in front of him.
Yes, he used the word "only".
Because the person in front of him was wearing a white bear costume and a white bear ear headband on her head. Coupled with his fair and chubby face, if one didn't look carefully, he looked exactly like a teddy bear.
"Nice to meet you, Baron Milk." White Bear waved at Angor.
Usually, Angor would respond to a friendly greeting in a friendly manner. However, since the title was too embarrassing, Angor decided to create a cold persona for "Baron Milk" so that he could keep everyone at a distance and not expose his true identity.
He humphed proudly and ignored White Bear's greeting.
White Bear didn't back down at all. Instead, he sat down next to Angor and smiled. "I like milk too, Count Milk. Let's be friends."
Friends? Angor looked at the man through his hood. Ignoring the white bear costume, the man had a chubby face. He looked like an adult version of Alan Morn.
Angor humphed again. "I'm not interested in milk. The name is a misunderstanding."
White Bear smiled. "That's fine. Fate made you choose milk as your name. Even if it's a misunderstanding, maybe it was meant to lead us to each other. Let's be friends. My title is Earthen Bear. You can call me White Bear or Bear Bear. "
Bear Bear … Angor shuddered. The man kept mentioning "fate". It reminded him of a fortune-teller in a wuxia novel. He was so weird that he didn't seem to be serious at all.
"Humph!" Angor snorted and tried to act like a tsundere.
White Bear didn't mind Angor's attitude. He kept talking to himself. "I saw your first opponent, Blackjack. Be careful of Blackjack. He's not easy to deal with. "
White Bear saw no response from Angor, so he continued, "Blackjack is famous in the first level of Sky Tower. He's strong enough to reach the upper levels, but he'd rather give up on the merit points than advance to the next level. That's because … he's a famous sadist. The younger his opponent is, the more excited he gets. That's why he chose to stay on the first level and pick on newbies.
"Blackjack is a sorcerer-apprentice from the Occult side. No one knows which side he belongs to. However, he has a trick that can seal your mouth and make you unable to speak. " White Bear paused. "If you're not confident, please surrender before the judge announces the start of the match."
Angor didn't care about Blackjack's strength. He glanced at White Bear and asked in a low voice, "So, what do you want from me?"
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