The biennial Battle Olympia at Heavens Arena.
Morrow had some recollection of it, though not much.
Information about the Battle Olympia had only been briefly mentioned in the original work.
From what he knew, it was held every two years.
The Floor Master who claimed the championship would not only gain the right to reside in and rule the top floor of Heavens Arena but would also receive many rare treasures bestowed by the arena.
Morrow had no interest in the top-floor residence or ruling rights.
But the so-called super-rare treasures piqued his curiosity.
Given Heavens Arena's background and its staggering annual revenue, the treasures awarded to the champion must be extraordinary.
Therefore, the likelihood of those treasures being imbued with aura probably wasn't low either.
Of course, the most crucial aspect was... The opportunity to face the Floor Masters in succession.
Combat was the true whetstone for honing skills.
Morrow reined in his thoughts and nodded at Kastro before heading straight for the registration counter.
As for the hostile auras surrounding him, he welcomed them wholeheartedly.
"I'd like to apply to participate," Morrow said to the staff member behind the counter.
The staff member produced a registration form and smiled. "Contestant Morrow, this is the application form for battle registration. Please check the boxes according to your preferences."
"You recognize me?"
Morrow took the form, subtly sizing up the staff member.
Young, an ordinary person.
In an instant, he discerned the young woman's background and picked up a pen.
The staff member smiled. "Every contestant who ascends to this height is someone we remember at all times."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Morrow pushed the completed form back, thinking highly of the professionalism of these staff members.
After reaching the 200th floor, he hadn't even fought his first match before disappearing for nearly two months.
Yet this registration staff member, whom he'd never met before, recognized him at a glance.
He wondered how much the other contestants lurking on the 200th floor knew about him.
Not that it mattered...
He was ready for all comers.
And with the impending Battle Olympia, the sense of urgency could effectively increase his battle frequency.
Ideally, he'd complete ten matches within twenty days.
"Your registration has been confirmed. We'll notify you immediately once the battle date is decided," the staff member said with a smile.
"Good."
After submitting his application, Morrow turned and left.
He had checked the "available anytime" option on the form, so he expected a match to be arranged within the next couple of days.
Leaving the counter, Morrow headed straight for Kastro and Calista, who were waiting nearby.
"Let's go back to train."
"Mm."
Kastro and Calista nodded in agreement.
The group immediately made their way to the elevator they had come from.
—--
No sooner had they left than a man approached the counter.
In the distance, several Nen users stood watching.
Some wanted to be the first to take action, while others were more cautious, waiting to see if the early bird would get shot.
But for the contestant who had already stepped up to the registration counter, there was no turning back.
Nine wins, three losses; that was his current record.
One more victory, and he would earn the right to challenge a Floor Master. But losing just one match would mean disqualification.
For someone like Morrow, a young and unfamiliar face, he was the perfect target.
Even with a Floor Master by Morrow's side, it couldn't stop his current thoughts.
—--
In the contestant room.
Kastro and Calista sat with their eyes closed, not a trace of aura visible on them.
The two were practicing the technique of Zetsu.
Meanwhile, Morrow was using his left hand to gather aura, sometimes intensifying it, sometimes weakening it.
In the process, he also shaped the aura on his palm into various strange forms.
He was consolidating his proficiency in Gyo.
To be more precise, he was refining his left hand's control over aura.
He wasn't left-handed, but he believed this training was necessary.
Because in Nen battles, a Nen user's entire body would be enveloped in aura.
In other words, every part of a Nen user's body could become a weapon through aura enhancement.
In Morrow's training plan, once his left hand's aura control reached a stable level, he would move on to his feet.
His goal was to master Shooting Star with these body parts effortlessly.
If he succeeded, he would attempt to release Shooting Star from every part of his body.
It wasn't absolutely necessary.
But through this training, his proficiency in Gyo and Ryū would gradually improve.
That was Morrow's true objective.
Of course, if he could actually fire Shooting Star from body parts other than his limbs, that would be an added bonus.
Time passed slowly.
By evening.
Having completed their Ren training, Morrow, Kastro, and Calista were utterly exhausted, their potential aura completely drained.
This kind of methodical, day-long training routine was the daily life of a Nen user striving to grow stronger.
Only after completing an entire training cycle could Morrow truly appreciate the value of "Tree Rings leveling up."
Training over.
Next came Menchi's meticulously prepared medicinal cuisine.
The cost of ingredients was still covered by Morrow.
In just two days, he had already spent nearly 200 million Jenny.
The only consolation was that Menchi didn't waste a single ingredient.
Every edible part was transformed into various dishes.
At the very least, it gave Morrow the feeling that his money was well spent.
More importantly, there was the effect of the medicinal cuisine.
Yesterday, after eating, he had only felt a warmth spreading through his limbs.
But today, in his exhausted state, he could actually feel his energy and potential aura recovering rapidly.
Even his mental fatigue was noticeably alleviated.
A good sign.
After finishing the meal, Morrow sensed the changes in his body and grew increasingly confident in Menchi's medicinal cuisine.
While honing his Nen techniques, he was also using medicinal cuisine to enhance his physical strength.
Morrow suddenly felt an eager anticipation to meet his "future self."
The only concern now was the issue of money.
At this rate of spending, 15 billion Jenny might not be enough.
But as long as the results were outstanding, Morrow was happy to accept it.
"The Olympic champion's prize this time consists of seven items."
After dinner, Kastro, responding to Menchi's curiosity, used his status as a Floor Master to gather official information about the Olympic prizes in advance. "This mythical beast egg is one of the prizes, which should interest you, Miss Menchi."
Kastro opened an image on his phone and handed it to Menchi.
On the screen was a basketball-sized egg with deep purple diamond-shaped patterns.
Menchi's eyes lit up with excitement as she stared at the photo. "A mythical beast egg; this is something money can't buy. There's a dish in my medicinal cuisine recipes that I've never been able to try because I lacked a mythical beast egg."
"Very nourishing?"
Morrow asked.
Menchi kept her gaze fixed on the photo and said, "According to the recipe, this dish has the effect of nourishing and enhancing aura."
"Nourishing and enhancing aura?"
Morrow was surprised.
Menchi nodded.
Morrow grew even more astonished.
Special ingredients could actually strengthen aura?
This was information not revealed in the original work.