"Uh-huh." Emma replied nonchalantly.
"Tha-that's insane! What kind of cha is worth two hundred fifty billion dollars?" I sputtered.
"The kind that is twelve cha grades combined into one." Emma laughed lightly at my shocked expression.
"What? How are there TWELVE grades? Light, dium, Heavy and Ultra-heavy. That's four!"
"Tis three. A set of four each for the sea, land and the sky."
"How? How can a cha be all of those things at once?" I asked in amazent.
"It's the latest high tech modular cha." Emma explained. "The mainfra is fixed while everything else can be detached. So you can pick and choose which type of armor, weapons, engine, flight systems, and even the number of limbs."
"Holy smokes. That's... One impressive cha. Really extravagant for a prize." I breathed heavily in awe.
"Yep. Imagine what YOU could do if you are able to devour them all." Emma gave a conspiratorial smile.
"Exactly." I nodded. I could already feel my adrenaline rushing out once more. If I could get hold of that cha, it would open up the world for .
Nothing would be out of my reach!
And then I rembered that I had lost all my red energy.
"Damn." I sighed deeply. "It's too difficult."
"What do you an? The tournant is perfect for you! You can absorb so many chas there! You just have to be careful not to absorb too many chas so that you don't attract any attention." Emma said.
"I lost my power to devour and manifest chas." I told her sadly.
"What? You lost your power to devour and manifest chas?!" Emma asked in surprise. "What happened?!"
"Alia Dragonos happened. That sneaky b*tch threw so sort of anti-cha poison at ! I had to cut off my right arm to prevent the virus from invading my body, and then I had to use all the red energy within my body to resist the tiny bit that managed to sneak in!" I cursed Alia vehently. "Without that red energy, I can't devour chas at all, and I can't release the ones I've already devoured."
"I see..."
"That's why I said its too difficult for . If I had access to my red energy, I would definitely have a fighting chance to get first place. But without it..."
"Let's give it a few days and see what happens. Maybe the energy might co back on its own." Emma suggested.
"Yeah. I guess that's the only thing I can do right now..." I replied rather morosely.
"Cheer up. If there is one thing I learnt from my ti in captivity, it is that bad things happen to everybody. The difference between a survivor and a non survivor is simply our response. That, and a bit of luck, I suppose. You've been lucky so far, maybe you'll get lucky again. You can't control luck, but you can control your response. So..."
I glanced at Emma in surprise. "That's... really really wise. You sound like an eighty year old grandma."
"Thanks." Emma replied half sincerely and half sarcastically at my half complint and half insult.
"Welco." I grinned at her. My mood had lifted quite significantly after listening to her words.
"She is right. I need to respond well to this crisis! Instead of moping around, I will work hard to find a solution!" I decided.
"Anyway, with or without your power, I think you should join the tournant!" Emma said.
"It's too difficult. 100,000 chas?" I sighed. "Which smartass ca up with such a massively stupid tournant anyway?"
"If it's easy, they wouldn't give such epic rewards. Plus, the tournant itself is a really great chance to train and temper ourselves." Emma said and ignored my question.
"Yeah, I guess so. Still... The scale is incredible. A 100,000-cha free-for-all in an entire ruined gacity... Amazing." I shook my head in wonder.
"You have exactly seven months to prepare for the tournant. And with the way you fought against the Red Dragon gang mbers, I reckon you'd need every single second of those seven months. You need to brush up your skills if you want to make sure that you make it out alive. The risk of death for the tournant had been assessed as "moderate" by the governnt.
"Although killing is not allowed, there were always "accidents" in every tournant. I heard that the total number of deaths had surpassed fifty thousand in the last thirty two tournants." Emma continued.
"Ugh. I think I need so air." I said.
100,000 chas. Ruined gacity. Two hundred fifty billion dollars. Modular cha. Moderate risk of death.
All of those things were too much to digest in one go.
Emma nodded in understanding and led out of my room.
"Take so ti to digest all this information first. If you don't want to join, we can always give the opportunity to another Whitefrost Clan mber. Just so you know, the right to enter the tournant is selling for billions of dollars in auctions outside." Emma said.
"Right..."
"Let's go get so air. I'll give you a tour of the Whitefrost Estate while we're at it."
"Sound's good!" I said.
We left my room and entered a wide and tastefully decorated corridor.
On my left I could see a series of doors spaced around ten ters apart and a massive double door leading out to what seed like a beautiful garden at the end.
"You're staying in the VIP Guest Room of the West Wing of the main building." Emma began. "The West Wing has only 1 floor and apart from your room, there are six other guest rooms in the West Wing. Co this way."
Emma led to the right and we entered a massive, hyper-luxurious living room with high ceilings. It was at least a few hundred square ters large. Beautiful sofas, lounges, bars, bookshelves, carpeted playing areas as well as a massive TV were beautifully and ergonomically arranged within it.
At that mont, only two people were in it, and they were in deep conversation about sothing and did not notice us.
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