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

Chapter 302: Chapter302-Wildtiger

John and his companions sat quietly in the room, observing the scene below.

The maid remained by their side, showing no particular reaction.

Meanwhile, the two scantily clad girls who had been kneeling on the floor smartly came over to John and Dark Fox.

The door opened again, and a sunny, handsome boy entered, kneeling next to Silver Tear.

He seemed to understand exactly what she wanted with just a look, as if he could read her mind.

Silver Tear took the juice he handed her, thinking to herself how truly decadent this place was.

Some things here didn't need to be spoken; a mere glance was enough, no wonder so many wished to indulge themselves here.

But...

Because they were guests, they could sit here comfortably.

Had they been in any other role, they might have been the ones kneeling on the floor, serving others.

In this place, if you have power and status, you revel in decadence.

But if you are one of those kneeling on the ground, this place is a boundless hell.

John was acutely aware that all the servants here were silver-tier experts.

Even the maid who had escorted them was a gold-tier awakener.

Yet, strangely, a gold-tier awakener here served merely as a servant.

This raised questions in their minds.

Just how powerful was the unseen boss to wield such influence?

John glanced at the kneeling young girl and a slight smile curved his lips.

"How did you come to be here?"

The young girl remained silent, merely glancing at the maid standing beside her.

The maid's expression did not change, but she respectfully addressed John.

"They all came here voluntarily, and if the esteemed guest is interested, you are completely free to take them with you."

As she said this, the two young girls beside her showed expressions of anticipation, looking at John somewhat shyly.

It seemed that being taken away by John would be considered a good outcome for them.

John was also curious, as being a maid here did not seem to be perceived as particularly undesirable.

The maid beside them smiled subtly, her eyes querying John as if to ask if he intended to take these people with him.

"If I take them with me, then they become my people?" John asked.

The maid nodded respectfully in affirmation.

"Once you take them, they will belong to you entirely, regardless of life or death, regardless of any consequences. The Rose Hotel will no longer intervene."

John seemed to have grasped the underlying mechanics here.

He simply smiled subtly, saying nothing more.

The two young girls, noticing that John had no intention of taking them away, felt a twinge of disappointment.

After all, their only hope in this place was that a guest might take a liking to them and choose to take them away.

Most other guests were either too old and unattractive or had peculiar tastes.

To find someone as handsome and seemingly normal as John, who was also young, was indeed a rare opportunity—one that anyone in their position would not refuse, especially given their uncertain futures.

"Esteemed guest, soon we will need to place our bets," the maid said softly, stepping forward to explain the proceedings.

"Two teams will enter the arena shortly. You can invest in the team you prefer. The team that wins will fight again on your behalf, and you will receive all the spoils of their victory."

"Additionally, if you feel inclined, you may choose to enter the arena yourself. The odds will be 1:100, but we will no longer guarantee your safety. Please proceed with caution."

"However, you can pay a fee of 1:1000 for us to provide a personal bodyguard to ensure you can enjoy the experience in the arena safely."

John was beginning to understand; it seemed some guests really did enjoy entering the fray themselves.

However, lacking sufficient strength, they ended up spending more money to arrange for bodyguards from here.

Truly a case of spending money at both ends and the Rose Hotel earning from both.

No wonder the Rose Hotel has always been so opulent; this mode of making money would be quite formidable for anyone involved.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we now welcome the thrilling first match of this evening, featuring our freshly acquired beastman, Wildtiger!"

After the announcer finished, the crowd erupted into cheers, everyone clapping vigorously.

Meanwhile, the sound of chains echoed from beneath the arena.

John looked down, noting that his spot even had an enlarged screen allowing him to clearly see what this so-called Wildtiger was like.

The creature indeed resembled a tiger.

No, it was something entirely different from the beastmen he had imagined.

Apart from its hands, which were tiger's paws, its face bore no trace of human features.

Massive fangs protruded over its lips, creating a fearsome appearance.

Its body displayed patchy marks resembling tiger stripes, yet upon closer inspection, they seemed somewhat off.

The beastman's muscles bulged unnaturally, and its facial expression was wildly frenzied.

There was blood on its body, yet it seemed impervious to pain, slowly advancing forward with its eyes glowing red.

Everyone was cheering and whooping, some even whistling continuously.

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They seemed eager to see Wildtiger perform, as if only here could they fully express their primal instincts without regard for societal norms.

"Wildtiger, our newly arrived beastman, has odds of 1:3. Would anyone like to place a bet?"

The host smiled warmly, knowing exactly how to stir up the crowd's excitement.

"Although it's his first day in our underground city, he possesses pure beastman lineage and is a genetically modified warrior with formidable combat abilities. Investing in him will surely pay off."

Following the host's words, the crowd became even more frenzied, and the big screen displayed the betting status for this so-called Wildtiger.

"Would you care to place a bet?" The maid asked John gently.

He shook his head quietly, not uttering a word.

The servant nodded politely but seemed to harbor some different thoughts.

The two maids stood by John's side, looking every bit the picture of demure grace.

Meanwhile, the male waiter remained gently at Silver Tear's side, as if ready to fulfill any command she might give, even if it were to warm her bed this evening.

John did not place a bet, but his eyes were fixed intently on the entire coliseum.

He felt that the person behind the scenes had brought him here for a reason, perhaps something connected to what he was seeking.

Maybe he could even find some information about Victor here.

The challenger facing Wildtiger was a very frail-looking young man.

Yet, it was precisely this that incited the so-called nobility to start shouting excitedly, even frantically placing bets in their fervor.