{Earlier on the day, before the show}
Shori entered a preparation room in the stadium. Her gaze met a white envelope on a table.
There was a heart-shaped red seal on that thing.
Annoyed, the tribe woman took the envelope and checked the writing on the back.
[From Norug to my love Shori]
Shori tore up the letter without opening it, leaving the pieces scattered on the table.
She then took a deep breath. There's no point in dealing with that. She had more important matters.
This fight is one of them.
She then put down her bag and took out several palm-sized pieces of paper. The tribe woman had a bit of trouble sticking the papers to the wall because she wasn't used to using that thing called tape.
Shori took a few steps back, looking at the name of her god, which was surrounded by other names. She knelt down, clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and prayed.
"My God, bless my f
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 37 – Rewards
The ninja glanced at Shori, who was being carried out by the staff, then continued his words while pacing back and forth. "A few days ago, Mr. President gave me sake." He then pointed to the audience. "It's an alcoholic drink that comes from my land. In my whole life, that was the first time I drank that thing. My body gets warm, I get a bit of a fly sensation, and that thing is really sweet. So sweet that I want more." Shin took off his facemask and lowered his hood, leaving all that remained on his head was the metal-plated headband. "Why are you keeping it, Shin?" Matt whispered more to himself. "No wonder my masters love that drink so much. It's bliss." Shin stopped in the middle of the arena, looking at the screen. "Oh, man…. I want that sweetness again… No, I want more, the things I never got. The things enjoyed by them are at the top." He then pointed to the entrance. "Rory Egan! We both fight for our people! So that they can live well!
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 38 – Guests
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 39 – Plans
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 40 – Something New
Rory squirmed in the clinic bed, wincing in pain. Even so, the black veins on his body had reduced considerably. Arael, who was bringing her shining palm to the red-haired warrior's chest, sighed. "I will ask Mr. Nash to ban you from wearing armor like that again. I'm having a tough time healing you." "But you are wonderful, Miss Arael." That man winked but still looked in pain. "In my previous life, it took my friends almost a year to fix me, while you can in such a short amount of time." "In me, there is a small part of a god." The healer explained. "So, I do have an almost divine ability to heal. I actually admire your mortal friends who can heal you in under a year." After Arael stopped the medication, Rory breathed a sigh of relief. "Chances are you'll be fully healed three days before MFC 3." Arael tidied up her healing equipment on the table. "I hope that's enough time for you to prepare everything." "It is more than enough." Ro
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 41 – Press Conference
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 42 – Dancers
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 43 – Confusion
"These two women have shown beautiful movements that feast our eyes," Matt said among the audience's voices, who continued to support Salvia and Lexi. "But now they have stopped their fight. What are they waiting for? What strategy did they think up?" Lognar folded his arms over his chest with a chuckle. "But staredown like this makes me even more invested in this match! My heart is filled with anticipation of what they will do!" Salvia watched Lexi, who started giving attractive poses like a model to the entire stadium. In that instant, the cheers of the fans became one directed toward that blonde-haired woman. "Did you learn my moves, Lexi?" Salvia scratched her hair. "That's why you haven't attacked yet?" Lexi rubbed her cheeks and smiled. "You are sharp. Well, I think it's not optimal to observe you from afar while you train. So, I feel I have to study you closely. I don't want what happened in my first match to happen again." "Ah, you don
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 44 – That Illusion
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