"Boss, are you sure this is the place?"
On a small mountain on the deserted island, Susan stepped off the plane and swept her gaze around. The veins on her forehead began throbbing uncontrollably.
When Hawking said everything had been taken care of, he meant he had found a deserted island like this in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean?
If that was all, why did she need Hawking, the boss, to make the trip personally? She could have spent some money to hire a few pilots, or had Jessica and the other Super Heroes who could fly search the Atlantic. Couldn't they have found a sufficiently large deserted island?
The key question was, what use was a deserted island?
It was so far from land that transportation costs alone would be a massive expense. And building a city from scratch on an island like this would require an unknown amount of manpower and resources.
Without four or five years, there was no point even thinking about building anything presentable.
Even if it were actually built, the company could send the contestants over by plane—but what about the audience?
The World's Greatest Ability User Tournament had long since become a global sensation. Countless people wanted to watch the competition in person, and because Hawking had expressly forbidden ticket fees, the number of applicants had exceeded one hundred million.
For the sake of fairness, the company had adopted a random selection process and chosen thirty thousand lucky viewers. Each lucky viewer could also bring up to four family members or friends.
That came to a maximum of one hundred and fifty thousand live spectators, not including the slots given away to government officials and wealthy businessmen from various countries for the sake of connections and business.
In other words, the total