Cursed Immortality

The darkness in front of Jacob suddenly breaks into a blinding light.

"Yaayyyyyy…"

"Fuck him…."

"Bastard, I bet on display four, and that guy was on a winning streak, yet now he lost!"

Jacob was shocked when loud noises buzzed around him like a thunderclap and found himself standing in an enormous lobby.

In the center of this lobby were ten gigantic displays showing ten different pairs of people fighting, and there were different numbers showing on each screen.

The most shocking thing was the entire place was packed with people, and their exact number was impossible to imagine. The even more strange part was that despite standing quite far from the display when Jacob focused on a fighting scene, he felt like he was looking right at it from a very close distance. He could even feel the magic flowing in the air.

"Welcome to Dark Battle Arena Lobby, Iron Warrior Dictator!"

"You can check your status and search for battle by thinking of 'Dark Arena Status'!

"You can place bets with Dark Credit on different dueling participants in Dark Prestige Displays through a betting platform during a Dark League Ranking Match or Dark League Promotion Match!"

Dark Rose's voice sounded in his head, and although the bustling crowd around, he could hear her clear as day.

Jacob was astounded as he quickly opened the Dark Arena Status.

"Dark Arena Name: Dictator

"Dark Arena Rank: Iron Warrior (No Specific Rank Allocated Yet)

"Next Dark Arena Rank: 10 Iron League Ranking Matches and 1 Iron League Promotion Match!

"Fight Win: 0

"Fight Lost: 0

"Win Streak: 0

"Dark Credit: 1015

"Dark Battle Arena League: Iron League

"Start Battle?

"Time Reaming before Break: 719H: 59MM

"Exit Dark Battle Arena?"

Jacob didn't press on to start the battle as he then opened the batting platform. He didn't expect he could earn Dark Credit in Battle Arena. But looking at the ten screens, he finally noticed that the battle arena ranks displayed 'Silver League Ranking Match'.

As Dark Rose notified, those screens were called Dark Prestige Displays, and only ranking or promotion matches could be displayed on them, and only then could people place bets by using the betting platform.

Everyone here was a Dark City personal member, so they all knew how precious the Dark Credits were, so many took part in these bets.

"Betting Platform

"Current Fight on Dark Prestige Display No.1: Death Claw VS Magi-G (Ranking Match)

"Betting Odds: 1:4

"Place Bet?

"Current Fight on Dark Prestige Display No.2: Jaggy White VS Victorious Hammer (Ranking Match)

"Betting Odds: 1:1

"Place Bet?

"Current Fight on Dark Prestige Display No.3: Blue Spark VS Sword of Lake (Ranking Match)

"Betting Odds: 3:2

"Place Bet?"

Jacob saw all the ten matches participants begin to display there, and he could place bets on them as much as he wanted. But he wasn't a fan of putting his money in someone else hands.

Furthermore, there were still too many things he was uncertain about. So, he tries asking the Dark Rose, but he doesn't get any response, making him frown.

He then looked around and spotted a riled man sticking like a sore thumb, just like himself, because he was a giant, about a few inches taller than Jacob. Moreover, his skin was like a rock surface, a huge black club was attached to his back, and he was wearing light white armor.

Furthermore, Jacob only noticed that there was a bronze color name hovering atop his head, 'Lord Club,' and he was the only one, but everyone around him had a name on top of their heads with the only difference of colors.

Jacob suddenly looked up and saw 'Dictator' in iron color hovering above his head, 'Is this some kind of game? What is the purpose of all this, I don't understand since just fighting each other didn't make sense.' He thought grimly.

Still, he quickly approaches Mega Club and just happens to hear his crass roar, "You fucking moron, smash his balls like Lord Club here! Fuck, I'll kill this moron if I ever find him!" His face flashed with rage as the pain of losing money shone in his eyes.

Huffing and puffing, he suddenly turned his head and saw Jacob wearing a long dark windbreaker and two black swords with strange ring-like hilts hanging around his waist. His face was handsome and angular, with a thick black beard, long black hair, and menacing tattoo lines on his fair face, making him look like some Viking.

Jacob debatably chose these facial features and tattoos, so it would be even more hard to find him. The only thing that can give him away is his unique style of weapons.

Seeing another giant like him, Lord Club was surprised before he narrowed his eyes since Jacob was coming in his way, and seeing the iron color name, a hint of disdain flashed past his eyes, "You want something, boyo?"

Although people can't fight in the lobby, they can interact with each other like in real life, and the most hateful thing about all this was people can talk however they like since they have to worry about dying or other party retaliation as long as they won't reveal their true identities.

Some people directly provoked people like this, especially those weak guys with no real ability or gamblers who had lost their fortune. Lord Club was the latter.

But such a thing was quite unusual since everyone here was someone with status, and people like Lord Club were rare.

'Boyo?' Jacob's eyes shot up lightly, and shake his head before turning around and leaving. He could tell this was a waste of time; he only approached him because he thought he might reveal the information he wanted as a giant, but he had forgotten that giants were inherently arrogant.

Lord Club was startled, seeing Jacob didn't even bother to reply and directly turned around and left, disregarding him.

He was also seething in anger, and now he erupted, "Stop right there, you piece of shit!"

His voice was like a thunderclap, drawing many people's attention.

Jacob stiffed a little as his eyes turned ghastly cold, but he didn't turn around and continued walking like he hadn't heard anything.

Lord Club snorted, and he quickly blocked Jacob's way!