The Pluton Pirates' private elevator took them straight to the tenth floor of Sky Arena.
The view changed before their eyes, as though they had entered another world.
The basic layout was much like the first floor's, but to keep things varied, each floor had its own decor and color scheme.
If the first floor was white, the tenth was pale blue.
Compared with the world outside, Sky Arena felt like another world.
And every floor of Sky Arena felt like a world of its own.
They passed through a private corridor and climbed thirty-three steps.
Beyond a wide-open doorway, bright light revealed a luxurious private hall.
Each floor of Sky Arena stood nearly two hundred meters high, with passages crisscrossing it and dividing it into countless spaces.
The Pluton Pirates had a private base on every floor of Sky Arena except the eighteenth.
This hall was only a small part of one, but only important guests were allowed inside.
A huge round table in the hall was already laden with food.
Each place had a clearly marked nameplate for one of them.
Most of the food set before each seat was a favorite of the person sitting there.
At the center of the round table, a raised structure slowly rotated, carrying more dishes around with it.
The seats and nameplates matched everyone exactly.
It seemed Kronos Kingdom had begun preparing when they arrived at Paros Island, or perhaps while they were still in the elevator.
The food was plainly still hot. It had been brought out less than five minutes ago.
Charlotte Linlin was immediately drawn to the rich aroma of the desserts.
Her section of the table was piled with sweets, with an exquisite ten-meter-tall cake at its center.
"Linlin, these are all for you. Desserts from around