The Fight Club in Astan City was shut down for reorganization, but it didn't cause much of a stir.

After all, most of the gamblers lingering at the club understood that this place couldn't last forever; its survival depended entirely on Burkeville's whims, and they were already mentally prepared for this.

For them, the biggest impact of the underground casino's closure was that from now on, they'd have to queue up at the noisy arena to buy tickets and watch those chaotic half-orc, Barbarian hybrid slaves fight beasts.

How should I put it? After watching the exciting highlights of the top players, seeing the rookies in the fish pond peck at each other feels like chewing wax.