Ron was sitting in the announcement control room on the fourth floor.
More than thirty gray pipe openings had been arranged across the table before him.
The covers on every one of those pipe openings had been lifted, their bodies stretching out behind them and winding toward the ceiling and floor.
This was a room Ron had put on the construction schedule only recently, when preparations began to renovate the arena.
Every five pipes were connected to the four corners and central ceiling of one floor.
Amplification magic arrays had been inscribed at both ends and along the middle of the pipes, ensuring Ron's voice could spread through all seven floors at once.
Naturally, this entire setup had not been built merely to announce, "The match begins."
Since there were so many contestants, even with the lists displayed by Mimic Grass, there would inevitably be illiterate contestants who did not know their assigned competition zone.
At such times, staff members on every floor would promptly announce the names of the contestants in the next several matches.
Secondly, if a contestant still failed to report to the appropriate staff member and sign in beforehand, the announcement control room would receive the message and broadcast it throughout the entire Battle Hall.
If the contestant still could not be found after that, then they could only be judged to have voluntarily forfeited.
In past competitions, the participants had naturally all been nobles. There had been no need to consider whether they could read.
For a noble to be illiterate was as embarrassing as walking down the street wearing nothing but underpants.
But for commoners, being illiterate was perfectly normal.
Andy's parents sending him to school to learn to read was definitely a rare case among commoners.
In fact, only in a human metropolis