The arena on East Street faces the main road, appearing broad and imposing. It is the tallest and most conspicuous building in the area, frequented by both commoners and adventurers. Most are humans, but there are also many demi-humans.
In this world of "DanMachi," excluding the gods, most races other than humans can be referred to as "demi-humans."
These demi-humans can generally be divided into five races: the magic-proficient elves, the sharp-eyed dwarves, the naturally strong dwarves, the all-female Amazons, and the beastn with various animal traits.
Each of these demi-human races has its own strengths and weaknesses. In comparison, humans lack natural strength and have no affinity for magic, making them relatively average.
However, while most races have reproductive isolation among themselves, humans alone can interbreed with any race and produce offspring. These mixed-blood descendants of humans and demi-humans are called "half-demi-humans."
This extraordinary reproductive ability is one of the advantages of the human race.
Thanks to this, humans remain the protagonists of this world, occupying the largest territories, creating nurous miracles and legends, and being the focus of the world's attention.
But in terms of individual advantages, demi-humans take the spotlight.
"Today's 56th match on this stage features the dwarf Hox versus the human Gamon! Although both are Lv.1 adventurers, Hox, with his natural strength as a dwarf, has already defended the stage four tis! Can Gamon defeat Hawks, or will Hox continue his winning streak? Let's wait and see!"
On the stage, the host held a magic stone-powered gaphone, projecting his voice throughout the arena.
"Go, Hawks! I bet on you to win!"
"Don't lose, Gamon! Show so spirit for us humans!"
The arena erupted with thunderous cheers.
Amid the commotion, the shield-and-axe-wielding dwarf and the dual-sword-wielding human stepped onto the stage, eyeing each other warily, and soon clashed in battle.
Below the stage stood a striking blue-haired beauty.
She was a tall woman, about 1.75 ters in height, with soft blue ear-length hair and delicate features. She wore a high-quality battle skirt, with sturdy gauntlets and tal boots on her long limbs.
Her gaze was solemn, her eyes darting like lightning across the field.
With her keen eyes, she had already discerned the outco of the match. Her only task was to protect the losing fighter from fatal harm.
"Captain, there's a problem here..."
After the dwarf Hox shattered the human Gamon's dual swords and the match neared its end, a crew mber approached her with a troubled expression.
"What is it?"
The blue-haired beauty shifted her gaze from the stage and asked calmly.
"Please follow ."
The crew mber led the way.
The two arrived at the registration desk for the arena matches.
"I am human."
"But..."
"No buts, I am human. Give the registration form."
At the registration counter, a young man whose re sight sent shivers down one's spine was arguing with the staff.
"What's going on?"
The blue-haired beauty stepped forward to the counter.
The next mont, she saw the young man's face and couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.
'How can there be such a beautiful young man in the world?'
Even the gods would pale in comparison, feeling ashad next to him.
She even began to feel that her thirty-plus years of life had been wasted... The blue-haired beauty shook her head, dispelling these useless thoughts, and her expression turned serious again.
"What's going on?"
She repeated her question.
"Miss Shakti, it's like this..."
The registration staff, looking on the verge of tears, explained the situation to her.
In short, this young man had co to the arena, insisting on participating in a match, but the staff dared not let him sign the contract.
No matter how you looked at it, he seed like a god. Although his divine na was unknown, any mortal must treat a god with reverence.
On another level, if sothing happened to a god, the staff who allowed him on stage would undoubtedly face severe punishnt from the guild.
Thus, gods were troubleso, always coming up with whimsical ideas for entertainnt, causing endless trouble for mortals, yet no one dared disrespect them, leaving many with headaches.
"I see."
The blue-haired beauty maintained a stern expression as she looked at the young man at the counter.
She scrutinized Eiji, and he, in turn, observed her.
What a strong woman.
Though she didn't deliberately release any aura, her nearly imperceptible footsteps, her stance, the distance between her feet, and her steady breathing all indicated that she was a seasoned warrior.
Eiji thought to himself.
"Forgive my bluntness, but I don't recall seeing a god like you in Orario."
The blue-haired beauty examined Eiji closely, her expression unwavering.
Though there are many gods, only a certain number reside in Orario. A god with such an appearance couldn't possibly be unknown. She was certain that no such god existed in Orario.
Compared to the guild staff, she was clearly more ticulous and intelligent.
The arena was a public facility under the guild's jurisdiction but managed by the Ganesha Familia, as the guild lacked the combat power to control unruly adventurers.
"I'm not a god, just a country bumpkin who recently arrived."
Eiji explained, for what felt like the umpteenth ti that day.
"I see..."
The blue-haired beauty pondered, considering her next move.
"Then I must inform you in advance that this arena has no level restrictions. Whether you're a commoner or an adventurer, there's only one stage. It's entirely possible to get injured or even killed. Moreover, everyone must sign a contract before entering the arena, taking full responsibility for any mishaps. Are you still sure you want to participate?"
"Absolutely."
"Alright, give him a registration form and a contract."
The blue-haired beauty showed a hint of surprise.
The young man's decisiveness, without the slightest hesitation, indeed didn't seem godlike.
The gods who descended to the mortal realm, in order to fully enjoy themselves, usually avoided putting themselves in danger.
Because they couldn't use their divine power, they were at risk of death if they encountered danger.
Even if a god died, they would imdiately resurrect, but the resurrection process would inevitably trigger their divine power, violating the rules set by the gods, and they would be sent back to the heavens.
Any mortal who caused a god to be sent back would face severe punishnt from the guild, being blacklisted or even hunted down.
Thus, gods typically didn't participate in arena matches.
However, as long as a contract was signed, regardless of whether he was a god, even if he died and was sent back to the heavens, the guild couldn't hold them accountable.
Seeing that Shakti had resolved the issue, the guild staff breathed a sigh of relief and handed over a registration form and a contract, placing two pieces of parchnt before Eiji.
"No level?"
The blue-haired beauty, Shakti, noticed the details on Eiji's registration form and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure you want to compete against adventurers as a commoner?"
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