My Joker System: From Low Mana Trash to the Mightiest Wizard! Chapter 107: Arcana Primis Cup Begins!

"That’s all. Sir Hal Fennec, your registration has been finalized," confird the female registration officer at Gaora City Hall. "Please follow the guidelines in this participant’s pamphlet to avoid any trouble during the tournant."

"Thank you." Hal gave a slight bow, retrieved his identification docunts from the counter, and left the building with a smile on his face.

Today was the last day to confirm his registration.

Fortunately, although just barely, he managed to arrive in Gaora City on ti.

That petty old man, who hadn’t allowed him to join the five-star students’ convoy, had just lost all of his respect.

Hal had to spend his own money and travel alone to the site of the Arcana Primis Cup’s Main Tournant, but at least the old man hadn’t gone back on his word and had agreed to a new arrangent that would benefit him greatly.

If Deputy Headmaster Korvus judged and treated a person solely by their potential and usefulness to the empire, then Hal would speak his language by winning the tournant and proving himself the most valuable among all the young competitors.

Seeing the old man struggle to act differently toward him afterward would be a sweet victory in Hal’s eyes.

’But first I have to make sure I don’t get disqualified for dumb reasons...’

So he checked the pamphlet as he walked back, temporarily setting aside his admiration for the city’s architecture and vibrance that he had enjoyed earlier on his way to the Gaora City Hall.

There wasn’t much to learn about the rules.

Basically, as long as he didn’t arrive later than the ti indicated in the pamphlet and didn’t act like an absolute scumbag, he would be safe from disqualification.

What really caught his attention were the rewards.

All he had ever discussed with the deputy headmaster, even in the past, was re participation.

To him, being recognized by the empire as a talent worth grooming and protecting, and earning a lot of Chaos Points, was already enough of a reward.

He had almost forgotten there were actual prizes for the winners.

’D-Damn...even just reaching the top eight would qualify one for a reward?’ Hal mused in disbelief.

Of course, the higher the placent, the juicier the winnings.

’Let’s see...first place rewards...’

Looking at the list, Hal’s eyes widened as his eyes laid on the rewards for the Arcana Primis Cup Champion:

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10 B-Ranked Arcane Cores

20 Pri-Grade Mana Training Tonics

20 High-Grade Health Potions

20 High-Grade Mana Potions

50 Gold Coins

1 Unique-Tier Spellbook from the Imperial Library

1-Year Validity Free al Card for Any Imperium-Accredited Restaurant

Lifeti Free mbership at Flexpecto Patronum Fitness Center

1 Rare-Tier Mastercraft-Grade Weapon-Type Artifact from the Imperial Treasury

1 Rare-Tier Mastercraft-Grade Accessory-Type Artifact from the Imperial Treasury

1 Rare-Tier Mastercraft-Grade Utility-Type Artifact from the Imperial Treasury

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"H-Holy sh*t!" Hal’s backwater brain struggled to process the rewards, thinking they were too much for re novice wizards like them.

But on second thought, there were Magna Prospects, disciples of forr Magnas, heirs of prominent Wizardry Clans, and five-star students of the Grand Magic Academy, many of whom ca from the aristocracy.

The rewards had to be this generous, or none of those high-profile youngsters would join, and the tournant would end up bland and lacking prestige.

It was just that the fifty gold coins alone were probably more than he would have earned in his entire life if he hadn’t been chosen by Chaos.

’F-F*ck, I can’t afford to lose now, can I?’

Forget bringing his mother to a town near Aeloria—if he won, he could even bring her to live inside Aeloria City.

While he probably wouldn’t be able to purchase property right away, renting a place until he saved up enough wouldn’t be a problem.

With newfound vigor and blazing determination, Hal struggled to sleep that night, his mind still fixed on the first-place rewards.

Only when the night was deep did he manage to drift off.

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Ti inevitably passed.

The warm rays of sunlight caressed Hal’s eyelids, while loud explosions in the sky assaulted his eardrums, slowly bringing him back to the waking world.

He yawned, stood up, and prepared himself for a spicy day.

For such a day, it was fitting that he ate a spicy al in the hotel’s buffet area, jolting his entire being awake and ready for battle.

He then returned to his room to bid his trusty companion goodbye.

"Loki, you know what to do."

"Arf!"

Leaving the smart, cross-eyed cub behind for the ti being, marching bands greeted Hal, their instrunts telling tales of passion, youth, and the future.

Colorful confetti occasionally shot skyward before raining down onto the streets, heralding the beginning of the much-anticipated Arcana Primis Cup Main Tournant.

Hal, along with the majority of the crowd, was headed toward one location: the Gaora Public Square, where four smaller arenas and one main arena had been set up, along with special barriers to ensure the crowd’s safety from terrifying spells.

Of course, the participating wizards themselves will be under more complex protection spells that would allow them to go all out without worrying about their safety.

The worst that could happen is that they would lose consciousness for a few dozen monts.

Hal’s mind wasn’t on such arrangents, though, as he was gunning for the championship.

How could the Arcana Primis Cup’s champion be lying on the ground, unconscious?

There was no room for such thoughts if he truly wanted to win.

Walking toward the square with the swarm of people, Hal’s competitive spirit and youthful fire ignited.

Aside from bringing his mother out of the sticks, this was sothing he truly wanted.

He wished to see how he stacked up against others his age from different regions of the vast and massive Imperium.

And he didn’t have to wait much longer.

Upon arriving, he saw that the massive public square had been transford into an arena.

Rows of seats, each higher than the last, surrounded the square to accommodate the growing crowd.

Whether it would continue to hold everyone as people poured in from all directions of Gaora City remained to be seen.

Scanning the area, he spotted the prestigious entrance reserved for competitors.

All eyes were fixed on that spot, and every young participant who entered was scanned from head to toe.

Hal headed over with excitent coursing through his veins.

It was ti to let the empire know that Chaos’ Chosen, Hal Fennec, existed.