Fruit Farmer

Ten days later.

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

The world's primary means of transportation were airships, whose travel efficiency fell short of airplanes from his previous life.

The journey from Yorknew City to another continent across the sea had taken Moro a full ten days.

Fortunately, the country where Heaven's Arena stood had very lax entry requirements. Otherwise, he might have wasted even more time.

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

As such, nearly all travelers entering the country had come for Heaven's Arena.

When Moro stepped into the city, his first impression was not the towering, cloud-piercing marvel at its center, but the people everywhere—an especially overwhelming number of them.

No matter where he looked—shops, souvenirs, food packaging, even the clothes and backpacks worn by pedestrians—he could see elements related to fighting.

Standing among them, Moro immediately understood why this place was called the "Fighting Paradise."

No wonder more than four thousand fighters registered for Heaven's Arena every day.

That soaring tower was like a pyramid built from fame, wealth, and fortune, drawing people to climb it at all costs.

One did not even need to reach the top. As long as one climbed high enough, one could reap countless flowers and cheers.

Not many people could resist that kind of allure.

Taking in the atmosphere unique to this city, Moro sighed inwardly before heading toward the city center.

Heaven's Arena was a tower-like structure that stood 991 meters tall.

The entire building had 251 floors and was the fourth-tallest building in the world.

More than a billion spectators came here every year to watch the fights. Ticket revenue alone was already an unimaginable sum.

With a clear goal in mind, Moro went straight to Heaven's Arena's registration desk.

At that moment, a long line stretched out from the registration desk.

Moro made a rough estimate. There had to be at least two thousand people waiting to register.

Facilities such as plazas had also been built around the registration area, and several distinctive statues had become popular photo spots for tourists.

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

Listening to the clamor coming from all directions, Moro simply did not have the patience to obediently stand in line.

He stepped out of the queue and walked straight toward the registration desk.

Along the way, he casually glanced at the people waiting in line.

His eyes were like an inspection device, identifying wisps of aura spilling skyward.

Ordinary people, ordinary people, ordinary people...

All the way there, he did not see a single Nen user.

Of course, he could not rule out the possibility that some Nen users were disguising themselves as ordinary people.

But that possibility was extremely low.

Before long, Moro reached the registration desk. Among the more than two thousand people he had passed, not one had been a Nen user.

Nen ability...

It was clearly a power that anyone could master through training.

Yet compared to the massive population, the number of Nen users was pitifully small.

By that logic, Heaven's Arena's Nen users were most likely concentrated above the 200th floor.

That said—

Standing beside the line, Moro raised a hand to his chin and lowered his gaze as he considered the feasibility of a certain plan.

Since Nen users were rare even in a fighting paradise like Heaven's Arena, could he play the role of a fruit farmer and give contestants who "met the selection criteria" a baptism...

That way, he could use manpower to create Nen users one after another.

Then, once those apples ripened, he could pick them on the arena stage.

While Moro was thinking, the registration staff and the people in line all looked at him with strange expressions.

Moro's utterly undisguised scrutiny as he had walked over had drawn the attention of many contestants.

Some hot-tempered people had initially wanted to step out of line and teach Moro a lesson.

But when they met Moro's scrutinizing gaze, they all inexplicably felt a sense of pressure. With enough self-awareness, they suppressed their impulsive anger.

Still, they remembered Moro well.

At this moment, the people near the front of the line watched Moro walk all the way to the registration desk, only to stand there lost in thought. They were uncertain and confused, unable to figure out what he wanted.

The staff member handling registration also looked at Moro with considerable curiosity.

A moment later.

Moro finished thinking and decided that the Fruit Farmer Plan was somewhat feasible. He would wait until after registering for the competition, then decide whether to carry it out depending on the situation.

"Let's register first."

Moro looked up and walked directly toward a bearded man who was about to fill out his registration form.

Sensing Moro approach, the bearded man immediately tensed up on instinct and looked at him warily.

"What... do you want?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the bearded man realized he had overreacted.

This was Heaven's Arena's registration desk. No one could be stupid enough to cause trouble for no reason, right?

Moro stopped before the bearded man, pulled out a stack of cash, and said politely, "Hello, I'd like to buy your place in line for one million. Would you be willing?"

"Huh?"

The bearded man froze, his pen suspended in midair.

The registration staff member remained expressionless and did not urge him.

The people behind the bearded man all widened their eyes.

One million Jenny...

It was neither a huge amount nor a small one.

But at Heaven's Arena, one had to fight all the way to the 100th floor to earn that much prize money.

The bearded man quickly came to his senses. He only had to line up again, which was far easier than fighting his way to the 100th floor.

"Deal."

The bearded man shoved the pen into Moro's hand, took the cash, and headed for the back of the line without looking back.

Holding the pen, Moro naturally took his place before the registration desk.

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

The young woman at the registration desk swiftly removed the form bearing the bearded man's name and replaced it with a new one for Moro.

"Thank you."

Moro smiled at the registration clerk and quickly filled out the form.

As for fighting experience, he had not fabricated anything. He honestly wrote that he had no fighting experience.

In truth, he really did not have much fighting experience. One of his main reasons for coming to Heaven's Arena was to gain something in that regard, so there was naturally no need to take shortcuts.

After registering, Moro went straight to the first floor of Heaven's Arena.

As a tower-like building, Heaven's Arena had its largest floor area on the first floor, where sixteen fighting rings had been set up.

Every contestant who registered each day had to compete in the preliminaries here.

Moro found a random seat and sat down.

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

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

Moro ignored their stares and focused intently on the matches in the rings.

"They've got some real skill."

Watching two contestants trade blows on one of the rings, Moro was immediately intrigued.

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