As the final main event of this year's "Hunger and Fight" cavern gathering, every participant had either been personally recommended by an important figure from the Cancer Palace or directly invited by the organizers on behalf of an organization or outstanding individual.
Audience area,
As a prestigious cancer who provided contestants, Madam Olena had her own VIP seat—a "hanging basket."
It was a single-room tumor pod suspended above the arena, offering the best view of the match and an enclosed environment undisturbed by the noise.
Before the match began, her gaze swept across the other hanging baskets. Besides the "nobles" who had bet against her, she also spotted some unexpected figures.
Three cancerous beings clad in elongated armor, with curved armor matched with flesh skirts, multiple arms jointly wielding weapons, and an extraordinary bearing were engaged in an intimate conversation in a hanging basket across from her.
"Hm? This underground match actually drew attention from above. Does the Knight Order lack people?"
Just then, the doorbell of the hanging-basket room rang.
"Madam Olena, the match is about to begin. I need to confirm your wager with you once again."
"Didn't I already say? Bet all my savings here, along with all the capital I just brought over."
"Indeed... It's precisely because the amount is so large that we need to confirm it with you again."
"Come in."
A servant with a tumor on his back entered the room respectfully and lay flat before Olena, a fleshy recess appearing in the tumor on his back.
Once the cat's paw was fitted into the back tumor, the verification was complete. The servant then retched a crystalline glass bead from his mouth as a "receipt."
"Then I won't disturb you any longer."
"Wait~ Those Tumor Knights across the way—are they just here to