Dr. Juejue grew more and more agitated as he spoke. Finally, as though all his strength had drained away, he lowered his head and sighed:
"If only the Underworld had more ways to have fun, and boxing could just be boxing."
He looked utterly exhausted as he said it.
Chu Mu gave a slight nod.
Back when Silver Wolf had first introduced him to video games, he had thought how many fewer people would die at the Fight Club if the Underworld had video games too.
The Fight Club was the Underworld's only source of entertainment, a consequence of its backward conditions.
Humans had never hidden their pursuit of pleasure.
Video games were a truly great invention. With just a little electricity, they could satisfy people's need for mental stimulation.
Perhaps once the Stellaron was sealed and the Astral Express Crew set up an information network, video games would catch on in Belobog.
Chu Mu glanced at the fighters in the octagonal cage below. There were few customers at the Fight Club today, and the two fighters were barely making an effort, openly staging a fake match.
But Chu Mu actually found this sort of staged performance more entertaining.
After all, real fights never featured such exaggerated moves.
Perhaps boxing could develop in this direction and become a purely entertainment-based sport.
Just then, something else occurred to Chu Mu, and he asked Dr. Juejue about someone's whereabouts-
Kruzer.
Chu Mu still remembered that fighter. Thirteen years ago, Kruzer had been the only person in the Fight Club to plead on Chu Mu's behalf.
He had even lost his job over it.
Chu Mu wondered whether Kruzer had returned to the Fight Club after Scott's death.
"I remember Kruzer. He was the last Five-Time Champion Scott promoted. He stopped fighting later