Chapter 534 - Insane

'Let's make it big. Shall I become Janur's gossip and a legend of the colosseum?'
He was just talking to himself.
But that was the best way to pacify the old human powerhouses' hearts.
They might have traveled with Jason and the God's Children, and expected to encounter new things, however, one didn't have to be over the top.
Otherwise, they might as well die because of a heart stroke!
The furniture inside the colosseum was suitable for its outer appearance, traditional and old. Yet, at the same time, it had a touch of modern times to it which made an interesting contrast in Jason's opinion.
As such, they approached the counter with a few receptionists responsible for the challengers' bets, the registration, possible problems, concerns, and much more.
Jason took care of the God's Children registration which was not difficult..
He was only required to write down the name they had chosen, and the rest would be completed by the receptionist.
They used certain devices that looked similar to the soul-awakening orb and the mana mastery orb in order to determine the exact mana core rank.
This was extremely interesting for everyone, and would accurately determine their prowess.
Owing to that, all of the God's Children got to know each other's mana core rank, with the exact number of liquefied drops of mana.
The letters that emerged on the orb Jason touched to determine his rank showed the sign for the Lique rank in addition to the number [853] which was the number of his liquefied mana drops.
Jason had been wondering whether the orb would detect how compressed his mana drops were, which might alter the exact count.
That didn't seem to be the case.
It was fortunate, but also disappointing because he had hoped so. His interest outweighed the benefits he received from a low number of mana drops.
After everything was concluded, Jason explained what kind of words they had to know in order to request fighting another battle, how to forfeit, and so on.
Fortunately, the God's Children had yet to encounter issues due to their lack of fluency in the universal language but they could run into one soon enough. Hence, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
As such, Jason explained everything to them multiple times until he felt that they had understood him.
It had been a little annoying to repeat things over and over again, but he would prefer that to see them getting seriously injured, or worse, their deaths any day!
He had also explained that they shouldn't bet on themselves because it could increase the difficulty, and they listened to his advice without any ifs and buts.
An apologetic smile appeared on his face because he was about to do the very thing he had told the others not to do.
The rewards for every victory would increase consistently even without making a bet, but by betting, the rewards would increase several times.
In the end, the exact increment was determined by the 'possibility' to win the bet.
One could bet on every victory, on a winning streak of 10, and so on.
The first wouldn't make a huge difference to the standard rewards, but that was not what Jason had planned to begin with!
After the God's Children had requested permission to enter the queue for their first battle, they had left to prepare themselves.
At the same time, Merl and the others went on to search for a good place to observe arenas inside the colosseum.
Only Jason was left at the counter, and he turned back to the receptionist who had already averted her attention back to the stack of files she had to take care of.
Clearing his throat, he tried to get her attention and asked,
"Is it true that the colosseum rules prevent the difficulty from increasing by more than one cultivation rank at every 10th winning streak Irrespective of the kind of bet placed?"
The receptionist was not astonished by this question as she had heard it hundreds of times. As such, she answered him without taking her eyes off from the work at hand,
"The Olympus federation governs every colosseum and supports them financially too. That is not necessary in most cases, but there are still certain rules the Olympus federation has implemented.
The one you are talking about is one of them, and it's true. There will 'only' be an increase of one cultivation rank every 10th round you win in a row. Are you interested in placing a bet, Sir?"
In the end, the receptionist could only ask the question she was ordered to ask, every single time she heard this question.
It was annoying, and she didn't want to exploit the challengers, but the Olympus federation's biggest source of income came from cultivators who were too full of themselves.
The standard rewards were laughable in face of the profit every single fight procured due to the betting addict cultivators and citizens who liked the entertainment provided by the colosseum.
As such, it wouldn't even matter if someone were to make a huge bet and win it.
However, for a cultivator who fought with their life on the line, the standard rewards wouldn't increase by much or be huge, and instead add the terrifying risk factor to the equation.
The first bet worth the effort was to win 10 rounds in a row. Nevertheless, even the receptionist thought that this was not exactly 'worth' it.
Only their most terrific prodigies should dare to make a bet, and at best hope for a win-streak of 20, or if possible win 30 rounds in a row.
Yet, those prodigies already had more than enough resources which they were provided by the federation and their families.
Thus, there had yet to be someone to win a bet with a winning streak of 30 rounds, if one were to exclude the bored prodigies.
What the receptionist hadn't expected to see was Jason's overjoyed expression.
She could only feel his aura that fluctuated tremendously, causing her to sigh, thinking that he was another cultivator who overestimated his strength.
Even if it was only an increase of one rank, the young man in front of her would have to fight against someone at the peak 2nd Lique stage in his 10th round!
If he wanted to make a risky bet, which was what the receptionist assumed Jason to do, he would have to fight someone with several thousand more liquefied drops of mana in their mana core!
This was not something one could easily overcome.
However, even worse than she had expected, the man with the silver dragon mask seemed to have lost sanity as a faint golden gleaming shone through the small slit that allowed Jason to see.
"I bet everything inside the three spatial rings. There should be a few thousand Lique and about a hundred Prismar stage weapons inside, a huge bulk of nutrition supplements, several hundred manuals at the Terra Intermediate rank, and lots of materials and tools from the three basic auxiliary occupations!"
The receptionist could only stare at Jason in bewilderment, as he took off his necklace and bracelet.
"This bracelet can store a huge amount of mana, and the necklace is in fact a conservatory, in which you can grow all kinds of plants! Please include them in the bet!"
In the end, Jason had bet everything he had, except the clothes he wore, the weapon he had sheathed inside the scabbard that hung down his waist, and Byakur that was safely stored inside his soul world.
Because of that move, which others would see as nothing but sheer insanity, the receptionist couldn't help but stammer.
"S-s-SIR!! Are you sure?? We won't give anything back, If an heirloom or anything important is inside, please take it back!!"
However, all hopes of him regaining his supposedly lost sanity seemed to shatter when he merrily added,,
"Ah..I forgot to mention. My bet is for a winning streak of 50!"
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