Realm of Opportunity

2-17: Return of the Giants

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--- Dorian --- ((one month Later.))

I looked down at the sands of the Arena under my feet, and knelt, gathering some in my fingers, then rubbing it a bit, tossing it into the wind to see the direction.

It flew left, and I nodded, looking across from myself at the Lvl 6 that was my first opponent in the Second Caesar Games, which I'd decided would be Every Month, and open to all challengers.

The prize money was, 50K per match, for a victory against a same-level opponent, (monster or adventurer, both were fought in the daily matches,), and 100K for a higher leveled opponent. As for losses, 10K was the Pity Money for a challenger who lost to a higher-leveled opponent, but 0 for a higher leveled challenger who lost against an opponent of the same level or lesser.

The champion's pot, decided not by the individual matches, (which continued all month long,) but by the monthly Tournament, was 500K Val. Admission for the games was 500 Val, but the sheer amount of people that came every day to watch or participate was massive enough to pay for it all.

The Ganesha Familia had happily accepted my offer, though they warned me that any other event, scheduled previously to the deal, took precedent over everything except the Monthly Tournaments, and they assured us they'd try not to double book.

The Tournament was now consistent of 6 consecutive pairings. The first 12 people were chosen from the Months top winners, and they fought each other 1v1 until a winner emerged. That winner fought the Champion for the Title, which they held until they were defeated, or retired. (I set it up like the basic MMA championships, because it was a good system.)

Because of my now open involvement in creating the games, and my Level Up last month, the Gods had changed my Name to <Caesar>, which was a bit pompous for me, but also rather amusing. (I liked it very much.)

My opponent shifted his feet, and the announcer spoke. "AND WELCOME TO THE SECOND CAESAR GAMES!! THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH, BETWEEN <Caesar> HIMSELF AND HIS LVL 6 OPPONENT, <Sylvan Wind>, BEGINS NOW!"

I darted forward, my shield raised, and the tall Elf reacted with shock at my speed, until I activated Juggernaut, and rammed the shield into his crossed forearms.

He was knocked backwards, skipping over the sand, and I was on his stomach before he stopped moving, beating him into a bloody submission.

I stepped away from him as the match was called, and cleaned my hands off, then dusting off my suit.

I entered the commentator's box, where the Champion had an honorary position, and simply watched the normal games resume, promising my 'winnings' to an orphanage for adventurer's children.

The day continued easily.

--- Two months Later ---

I stood across from my third Tournament opponent, and hummed in surprise to see Ottar.

"Back again, Ottar?" I asked. "After the prize money? Or just a rematch?"

He drew his broadsword. "A rematch." He said simply.

"You know where I live." I said dryly.

"I feel odd, entering your domicile. This is better." He shrugged.

I drew my new sword, an Obsidian longword, which perhaps wasn't the best material for a sword, seeing as Obsidian was a type of Glass, but after I had used 'Miracle', and enchanted it with two different spells, 'Unbreakable' and 'Razor Edge', (learned from a friendly Gnome Spirit Smith,) it was perfect.