Fruit Farmer

Ten days later.

Moro arrived in the city where Heaven's Arena was located.

The main mode of transportation in this world was airships, and their travel efficiency was inferior to the airplanes of his previous life.

Departing from Yorknew City, it took Moro a full ten days to reach the continent across the sea.

Fortunately, the entry requirements of the country where Heaven's Arena was located were very low; otherwise, he might have wasted even more time.

This country seemed to have positioned Heaven's Arena as its primary source of economic revenue.

Therefore, almost all incoming travelers were there for Heaven's Arena.

As Moro stepped into the city, his first impression wasn't the towering, cloud-piercing marvel that stood at its center, but the sheer number of people everywhere, especially a lot of people.

No matter where he looked, whether it was shops, souvenirs, food packaging, or even the clothes and backpacks of passersby, he could see elements related to combat.

Moro felt firsthand why this place was called a "Fighting Paradise."

It was no wonder that over 4,000 fighters registered at Heaven's Arena every day.

That towering structure seemed like a pyramid built from fame, fortune, and wealth, compelling everyone to climb it relentlessly.

One didn't even need to reach the very top; just attaining a certain height would earn them countless cheers and accolades.

Not many could resist such an allure.

Moro felt the city's unique atmosphere and couldn't help but sigh inwardly before heading towards the city center.

Heaven's Arena was a tower-like structure reaching a height of 991 meters.

The entire building had 251 floors, making it the fourth tallest building in the world.

Every year, over a billion spectators filled its seats, and the revenue from ticket sales alone was an unimaginable sum.

Moro, with his objective clear, headed straight for the registration area of Heaven's Arena.

At this moment, the registration area had a long queue.

Moro estimated that there were at least two thousand people waiting to register.

The area around the registration office was complemented by plazas and other facilities, with several distinctive statues serving as popular photo spots for tourists.

As a result, both the registration area and the surrounding grounds were packed with people.

Moro listened to the clamor coming from all directions and had no patience to wait in line obediently.

He stepped out of the queue and walked directly towards the registration desk.

Along the way, he casually observed the people in line.

His eyes acted like a scanner, detecting wisps of aura leaking towards the sky.

"Normal person, normal person, normal person…"

As he walked, he couldn't spot a single Nen user.

While it wasn't impossible for a Nen user to disguise themselves as a normal person, the probability was extremely low.

Before long, Moro reached the front of the registration desk. In his journey, not a single one of the more than two thousand people he passed was a Nen user.

This power, Nen…

It was a power that anyone could master with training.

Yet, given the vast population, the number of Nen users was pitifully small.

This suggested that most Nen users at Heaven's Arena were likely concentrated on the 200th floor and above.

Speaking of which—

Moro stood beside the queue, resting his chin on his hand, his eyelids lowered, contemplating the feasibility of a certain plan.

Since even Heaven's Arena, a fighting paradise, rarely had Nen users, perhaps he could play the role of a fruit farmer and give a "baptism" to participants who met the screening criteria…

This way, he could create Nen users by human effort.

Then, once these "apples" ripened, he could pick them on the stage.

Moro was deep in thought, while the staff at the registration desk and the people in line looked at him with curious expressions.

His undisguised scrutiny as he walked through the crowd earlier had attracted the attention of many participants.

Some hot-tempered individuals had initially intended to step out of the line and teach Moro a lesson.

However, when they met Moro's scrutinizing gaze, they inexplicably felt a sense of pressure and, with newfound self-awareness, suppressed their impulsive emotions.

Still, they had certainly taken note of Moro.

At this moment, the people at the front of the line saw Moro walk all the way to the side of the registration desk and then stand there in thought, utterly bewildered and unsure of what he was doing.

The staff member in charge of registration also looked at Moro with considerable curiosity.

A moment later.

Moro finished his contemplation and deemed the "Fruit Farmer Plan" to have a certain degree of feasibility. He decided that after registering for the competition, he would decide whether to execute this plan based on the circumstances.

"Let's register first."

Moro looked up and walked straight towards a bearded man preparing to fill out the registration forms.

Sensing Moro's approach, the bearded man reflexively tensed up, his face showing a wary expression as he looked at Moro.

"What... do you want?"

As soon as he spoke, the bearded man realized he had overreacted.

This was the registration area for Heaven's Arena. No matter what, no one would be foolish enough to cause trouble for no reason, right?

Moro arrived in front of the bearded man, pulled out a stack of bills, and politely said, "Hello, I'd like to buy your spot for one million. Are you willing?"

"Huh?"

The bearded man froze, the pen in his hand suspended in mid-air.

The registration staff remained expressionless and didn't urge them on.

The people lined up behind the bearded man, however, all widened their eyes.

One million Jewels...

It wasn't a huge amount, nor was it small.

But in Heaven's Arena, you'd have to fight your way to the hundredth floor to earn that much prize money.

The bearded man quickly came to his senses. It was just a matter of rejoining the queue, which was much easier than the arduous climb to the hundredth floor.

"Deal."

The bearded man shoved the pen into Moro's hand, took the bills, and walked to the back of the line without looking back.

Moro, holding the pen, naturally took his place at the front of the registration desk.

"Welcome to Heaven's Arena. Please fill out your information here."

The young lady at the registration desk cleverly removed the form with the bearded man's name on it and gave Moro a new one.

"Thank you."

Moro smiled at the registration lady and quickly filled out the form with the pen.

He didn't fabricate his combat experience; he honestly wrote that he had no combat experience.

In fact, he truly had little combat experience. One of his main goals for coming to Heaven's Arena was to gain experience in this area, so there was no need to take any shortcuts.

After registering, Moro headed straight for the first floor of Heaven's Arena.

As a tower-like structure, the first floor of Heaven's Arena had the largest footprint, with 16 arenas set up for combat.

Competitors who registered daily had to undergo preliminary matches here.

Moro casually found a seat.

His arrival immediately drew the attention of a group of people.

These individuals had entered not long ago and had noticed Moro's strange behavior before registering. They hadn't expected him to cut the line.

Moro ignored their gazes and focused intently on the battles unfolding in the arenas.

"They've got some real skill."

Watching two contestants in one arena exchange blows back and forth, Moro became interested.

Setting aside Nen abilities, some of the martial artists in this world were quite capable.