Half a month has passed.
August 15th.
Only one week left until the Continent Martial Arts Competition finals on September 1st.
The thousand strong contestants selected through the elimination rounds are more than just tools for the Military Government to add fresh blood for the Alan Royal Court; they are also world-class events akin to the New Year, crucial for raking in money.
Most importantly, the Continent Martial Arts Competition has a gambling nature. The Emperor certifies it, ensuring there are no insider tricks. Take a chance, and a bike transforms into a motorbike, a tank becomes a supermodel.
It's like the World Cup, who the hell would watch the games if there were no betting involved?
It's already a world-class festivity, full of life-or-death competitions and opportunities to win money—it would be bizarre if September didn't heat up.
