If there was much to tell, it would take a while; if not, it would be brief.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed, and the highly anticipated Kengan Death Tournament was finally about to begin.
Businessmen and entrepreneurs from all across Japan gathered at the docks and boarded luxurious cruise ships, preparing to head to Kengan Island for the matches.
Some lower-ranking businessmen, however, did not have the privilege of being directly admitted. They first had to win the preliminaries before entering the main tournament's top thirty-two.
Those people could only board another dilapidated ship, the Doomsday Ship. They had to compete for the last five spots before they could challenge the experts above.
Thus, ambitious businessmen boarded one after another, while fighters with their own agendas either boarded the luxurious Kengan Ship or headed to the Doomsday Ship to fight for qualification.
The eleven Explorers still alive in this world were among them. Aside from one capable Level 7 Explorer who had secured a fighter's position at Royal Sakura Academy and could enter directly, the other Explorers could only miserably board the Doomsday Ship to fight for spots.
"Fuck, I want to go on the Kengan Ship too. I've never even been on a luxury cruise ship. Even if it's just in this... place, it'd be nice to enjoy it."
An Explorer who had boarded the Doomsday Ship complained.
"Forget it. Once we go back, what can't we enjoy? Think about how to get a spot first. Want to cooperate?"
Kure patted the Explorer on the shoulder. His words were tactful, but his meaning was clear.
"This is fucking miserable. Fine, let's cooperate for now. You look pretty strong too."
The Explorer called Dog Saint said.
After boarding, the Explorers began forming groups as well.