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Chapter 161: - Royal Welcome, Grand Prize

flocked to the Capital City, eager to join the celebrations and test their skills for the much- rumored grand prize that no one had won yet. The competition promised not just fame, but a legendary reward that spurred them on.

In one corner of the event grounds, a row of chairs was occupied by members of the Blacksmith Association. Their eyes were fixed on a gathering of individuals from The Ass Guild at the far end of the area. Among this group, one figure stood out a stranger whose presence among the guild members had sparked much conversation within the blacksmith community.

Lanceshot was a blacksmith of incredible skill, ranked at advanced level 9. He was one of the most respected craftsmen in the world of Immortal Legacy. His reputation was unmatched, and many players admired him greatly. Simply put, Lanceshot was one of the best blacksmith players known in Immortal Legacy.

"So, is this the guy everyone\'s talking about? Who is he? He doesn\'t look familiar to me," Lanceshot inquired, his curious eyes locked on the outsider sitting with The Ass Guild.

"Is he The Ass Guild\'s new puppet?" he continued.

"I heard," responded Strikeshot, a younger blacksmith who held the second highest rank in their trade, "he\'s been making a name for himself recently in Clario Town by crafting a lot of Epic-grade arrows."

"Epic-grade arrows aren\'t that impressive," Lanceshot countered.

"Yeah, The Ass Guild seems desperate," Strikeshot added. "They\'re under a lot of pressure and had to resort to hiring an amateur blacksmith like him."

"So his gamer name is Broken? Hah!" Lanceshot laughed. "What does that even mean? What\'s broken about him? His heart? His life? His brain? I\'ll make sure everything will be shattered once he realizes that I\'m competing too!"

At that very moment, the attention of every individual in the Colosseum was drawn to the other side of the grand stage. Princess Alora had made her entrance, moving down the aisle with an undeniable air of majesty. Clad in an exquisite gown that accentuated her long, flowing red hair, she was accompanied by royal attendants who bowed deeply as she approached her seat.

The spectators in the stands rose collectively, awestruck by her beauty. Her meticulously crafted dress glittered like a constellation of stars, drawing all eyes to her as she walked gracefully. The intricate gold embroidery on her sleeves highlighted her natural elegance and dignity, setting a standard no one else in attendance could hope to match.

Upon reaching the stage, Princess Alora offered a small, gracious smile before settling onto her seat. The admiration of the crowd around her was palpable, their gazes locked onto her with pure adulation. The arena erupted in cheers and applause as they welcomed Princess Alora with enthusiasm.

In the crowd, a mix of players and local residents of Dissidia eagerly shared their reactions.

"What a lovely sight! Welcome, Princess Alora!"

"She looks so beautiful! Hail the Princess!"

"What an honor to be in the presence of such a remarkable Princess!"

"Oh, she truly is stunning, I feel like I might faint just seeing her from this distance."

"I want her... She is absolutely extraordinary... such divinity! The game does her justice; she is more than perfect!"

"My reason for playing this game and spending so much time on it is to serve and work for the kingdom. I want to work for Princess Alora!"

"She may be a half-elf, but she\'s still the rightful crowned Princess!" a supportive local commented.

Yet, not all the voices in the crowd were filled with admiration and acceptance.

"I\'m not sure if we can trust a Half-Elf to be our new ruler. We should wait and see what she can do."

"This is ridiculous-half-elf, she\'s not worthy to be our next ruler!" another jeered.

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"I don\'t think a Half-Elf can be trusted as a ruler. We should get rid of her before she can do any damage to our kingdom."

"She\'s got no right to be here. She\'s not even a real Princess!"

As the Colosseum gradually filled with spectators, Princess Alora rose gracefully and stepped onto the central stage. She let her gaze wander, clearly moved by the vast sea of faces that had gathered to witness the day\'s grand opening. The crowd erupted in cheers, their admiration for the beloved royal evident in their enthusiastic applause.

"Good morning, everyone," Princess Alora began, her voice magically amplified to reach every corner of the immense arena.

She felt the cheers and excitement from the crowd, noticing their eager gazes and even some skeptical looks—a judgment she was used to. But none of that fazed her; this was her stage, and she knew she belonged here.

"The Kingdom of Dissidia has always taken immense pride in its array of talents, and I am deeply honored to be the one to welcome you to today\'s festivities," she continued.

Opening this grand competition was a task for the second most important person in the kingdom, and as the crowned princess, it was her right. She would confidently show that she was worthy of it.

"Every time this competition is held, extraordinary talents emerge, captivating countless eyes and contributing to the strength and growth of our kingdom. I have no doubt that this tradition will continue, and we will witness the rise of remarkable new talents in this very competition," she declared.

"Do your best, show off your skills, and the Dissidia Kingdom will reward you more than fairly for proving your worth." As she spoke, applause echoed throughout the arena. "And so, I proudly declare-let the festivities begin!"

At her declaration, a spectacular display of magical fireworks burst forth from various corners of the stadium, painting the sky with a vibrant array of colors and adding an extra layer of grandeur to mark the event\'s commencement.

"All winners from any category will be rewarded with gold, materials, and a special privilege -a decade of exclusive access to the most advanced workshop within the castle," Princess Alora elaborated. "You will have the chance to work in the royal workshop, joining the kingdom\'s finest craftsmen and serving with utmost distinction."

"There is also a grand prize! I\'m sure many of you have heard about it," she continued, her voice resonating through the now hushed arena. "The grand prize that, unfortunately, has yet to be claimed by anyone since the inception of this great competition many decades ago."

"His Majesty, the King, hopes that in this current competition, someone will create a legendary-grade item worthy of his recognition, a gift he has long desired to bestow upon a truly deserving individual," she concluded.

The entire arena buzzed with excited murmurs and speculations about the grand prize Princess Alora had just mentioned.

"What\'s the grand prize?" someone in the crowd asked.

"Seriously, you don\'t know? You must be kidding!"

"The exact details of the grand prize have never been revealed, idiot!" someone chimed in.

"But everyone is sure that it\'s something extraordinary."

"Damn, I\'m curious to see who\'s going to be lucky enough to win it."

"Is it really worth all the hype?"

"It\'s massive; this reward is what all Immortal Legacy players dream of."

"But the requirements are next to impossible."

"Yes, crafting a Legendary-grade Item is just that-legendary. It\'s seemingly impossible."

"However, let\'s not forget that many Advanced Rank Production Class players are here today.

I think it\'s still within the realm of possibility."

As the discussions continued, all eyes eventually refocused on Princess Alora, who had

paused, allowing the crowd to quiet down once again.

"The late King Elandorr of the Dissidia Kingdom once said that in our darkest times, someone

will emerge who is destined to inherit his treasure," she began again.

"He prophesied that a miracle would be revealed when that special person arrives at their destined moment," she continued.

Hearing the name King Elandorr, memories flooded over Broken. He instantly remembered something crucial. He had encountered King Elandorr in the Trial Domain, even if it was just a

fragment of the king\'s soul.

Knowing this fact made him smile slightly and sigh. If they only knew that the late King Elandorr once asked Broken to kill his descendants, would they still revere him so much?