Nameless King

"A billion and a half? Not bad, thanks to this bet now the total amount is greater for Wain than for Reidar." Sven said with a slight nod of his head while crossing his arms.

"Hey! Do you think you're the only rich person? Huh, you bet over a billion Souls on Nameless! You must be crazy because he's bound to lose!" The man in the expensive clothes exclaimed as gray souls flew out of his palm.

He threw a sphere into the portal that was as big as Marlis's and another name appeared on the table with a billion souls, only on Reidar's side.

"He thinks a billion and a half is all we can do?" Osvald exclaimed with a slightly insane face as he clasped his hands together as though trying to hold the ball.

Souls began to fly out of his palms that as though the threads were woven together. Gradually the threads turned into a huge sphere that was the size of his head, then he threw the sphere into the portal.

[ ??? bet - 2,000,000,000]

"What?!" The man exclaimed while in disbelief as his jaw dropped almost to the ground, "How the hell do you have so many souls in there? Are you some kind of merchants? Why don't I know anything about you!"

"Ahahahahahahaha, did you think a billion could impress us?!" Osvald laughed as he slapped himself on the leg with an exciting look.

"Two billion?" Suddenly came the calm voice of a man in dark blue robes, "That's impressive, you must have been preparing for this fight for a long time and fully confident in a Nameless victory, but we were expecting it too."

Sitting next to the man were several other men with light blue robes. On their chests were the same stream-of-water emblems. They pointed their hands toward their leader as hundreds of souls flew out of their palms.

Gradually a sphere appeared in his hand, too, that was slightly larger than Osvald's.

"Two billion is a lot, but we are willing to bet such an incredible amount on Reidar, he will definitely win." The man said with a serious look before throwing the orb into the portal.

[Jamel Rottenire bet - 2,500,000,000]

"2.5 billion, damn, that's actually a lot. How long did it take you to raise such an impressive sum?" Osvald uttered as he looked up at the table.

Then, hundreds of people continued to bid, but in much larger amounts than before. No one could outbid such a high bid, but the total grew steadily and was already approaching 7 billion Souls, which was one and a half times the amount of the last fight.

"Hah, this is unbelievable... I've never seen a bid this high... Though considering how much the Colosseum has changed it's no surprise." Vincenz muttered with a dazed look while looking at the table where a new name appeared every second.

Gradually the bets were getting smaller and smaller as everyone who wanted was already done so Vincenz was about to finish taking bets, but suddenly he felt a strong pressure.

Tremble. Tremble. Treble.

It came from a man in a white robe with a simple umbrella. Sven, like everyone else, decided to bet, but the number of souls he used was enormous, even more than the previous record holder.

The sphere in his hand already surpassed all previous sizes as it suddenly shrunk and glowed brightly as if a small star in the center of which was a tremendous amount of energy, then he threw the star into the portal.

At the same time, at the top of the list appeared a new name that broke all records.

[??? Bet - 3,000,000,000]

"Three billion souls..." The man in the dark blue robes muttered while in disbelief as his jaw dropped almost to the ground, "Can one man have that much money... that's crazy..."

"Wait... All three of these people know Nameless... Damn, his friends are as incredible as he is." Someone uttered in a daze with a look at Sven, Osvald, and Marlis.

"Yeah... The three of them bet six and a half billion souls... In other words, the three of them bet half as many as a dozen people in the last fight..." His buddy muttered as he looked up, "By the way... what is the final total?"

His words echoed throughout the Colosseum as everyone looked to the top of the table.

The total was 13,750,625,386 souls, which was three times more than the last battle.

"Well, well, winning will take just over a billion... That's actually quite impressive, I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with that much money." Wain muttered with a devious smile on his face while looking up.

Hearing his words, the man in dark blue robes smirked, stood up, and said, "Hey, Nameless, if you don't have any money to spend then come and join us at the Order of the Water Vortex! We can get you everything on the continent, with us it will be much easier for you to reach the Fifth Chronicle!"

"Hmm...? Aren't you sure Reidar will win?" Someone asked with a frown.

"Hahahahahaha, of course, but I can't pass up the opportunity to invite someone like Nameless, especially since isn't that good publicity? Just look at how many people are here! It's an event of unbelievable proportions!" The man laughed with a wide grin on his face as he spread his arms out to his sides.

Reidar stepped forward, stared at Wain, and muttered, "You talk in that way as though you had already won, but that seems to be the minority view.

That Reidar would win was thought by 73% as only 27% were confident that Wain could triumph.

"Well, I can understand why they're so confident in you, you're Top-2, after all. However, there have been times in history when an absolute majority has been wrong, here it's only 3/4, so I don't stand much of a chance." Wain smirked as his aura intensified which made his coat flutter as though from powerful wind currents.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

"Great! Since you're already itching to join the fight, I'll start the countdown!" Vincenz exclaimed as the number '10' of green flames appeared over the arena.