Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President

8 – Determination

"As per the name of this organization, all of you will fight each other." Matt continued. "For what, you ask? Well, for glory, fame, or to satisfy your fighting desires, which you may not have fully fulfilled in your previous life. And, of course, to become the MFC Champion!"

"MFC Champion…. Multiverse Fighting Championship Champion?" Salvia muttered, and as soon as she received Megumi's glare, she raised her hands.

"The entire multiverse will be watching you!" The president pointed to those people. "So, I hope you guys are serious about this! Fighting half-hearted would be an offense! Even more so if you refuse to do so! You will get punished. And no. I don't talk about things like Miss Megumi did just now."

Matt paused again to observe those individuals. Just like a moment ago, a few of them looked worried, but this time the expressions of the rest were more serious.

"Do you guys remember about the gap after you died and resurrected? The afterlife?" A smile graced Matt's face. "I bet you guys forgot about that, except for special cases like Mr. Rory Egan."

The president slightly lowered his tone. "Maybe you guys will be vanished, forgotten by time. Or is there torment waiting for you in the afterlife? You wouldn't know. What is clear is we are giving a new life for you here."

The young man could barely suppress the urge to jump up and down for joy. This is a historic moment, after all. But then again, as the organization's president, he must maintain his image.

He then pointed his index finger up. "But if you reach the top, you will get extraordinary prizes. Not just a trophy to show that you are a champion. We will give you immeasurable luxuries, and your life will be paradise."

The president noticed some participants, namely Rory, Norug, and Nia, started to smile.

"So, fight as crazy as you can. Dying is not a problem here. Miss Arael and her team will fix you no matter how broken your bodies are." Matt said as Arael raised her hand, without enthusiasm as usual. "Well, I've said a lot. It's time to talk about the most important thing! The tournament to decide…."

"This is so wrong!!!" The earthman in the black and red jacket pointed at the president. His facial muscles tensed, making his expression look intense. "You kidnapped us and used us as your entertainment!!! I, Tokuma Jun, can't accept that!!!”

This time Matt signaled to Megumi. The assistant opened her note and pressed Jun's photo with her finger.

"Ugh!" The man knelt with his body trembling.

“Relax, Mr. Jun Tokuma.” Matt wasn't annoyed by that man's behavior. Having a rebel member is a spice to the show. "We will make sure…."

"You think I'm going to collapse with something like this?" Jun got up with difficulty, triggering Shori and Norug, who once got that punishment, gasped hard. "I will not bow before the evil!!!"

He then jumped to the top of the 15-foot metal cage. With a fiery tone, he shouted. "You can't run, Matthew Nash! Justice will triumph…."

The man had no time to finish his words when Rory and Nia jumped at him from behind. Both pulled Jun's clothes almost simultaneously, forcing that Japanese young man to fall to the arena floor with a loud thud.

"Hmmm?" Lognar stroked his beard. "Maybe I underestimated the girl in the bright dress too much. An ordinary human wouldn't be able to jump that high."

And before Jun could do anything, Rory wrapped his arms around the earthman's neck.

"It seems that you are like me, Miss Nia." Rory held Jun on the floor so he couldn't escape the choke hold. "I'm glad someone else is enthusiastic about this besides me."

"Of course." Nia put her two index fingers to her cheeks, smiling while winking. "As the brightest idol, I will give my best to the audience!"

"I don't really understand what you're saying, but I appreciate your passion." Rory chuckled.

"Thanks for the compliment, sir!" Nia raised both her hands in enthusiasm.

Matt gave another hand signal so the others—both fighters and crews—wouldn't interrupt the scene. This was the moment he was looking for, one that would give audiences some hype.

"I hope you don't mind me taking this initiative, Mr Nash." Rory let go of the unconscious Jun, then stood up and bowed slightly to the president as a tribute. "I apologize."

Matt chuckled. "Your actions just now showed that you really want to fight for the title! You don't want someone to ruin this show! That's what we're looking for, Mr Egan!"

"Rory is fine." The warrior smiled. "You have earned my respect for organizing this show, sir."

"May I ask?" Shori stepped forward.

Matt nodded. "Please, go ahead."

"Can I make a request?" The female tribe warrior gulped. "For example, to return me to my original world?"

Shori dies on the battlefield while fighting the ruthless invaders. She still has unfinished business, so her mind may not be able to focus on MFC fully.

But Matt had anticipated something like this.

"Climbing to the top," Matt answered. "I can't fully promise you, but I have a connection to the Gods. Maybe I can talk to the one in charge of my world."

Of course, Matt didn't have that connection. He had never even met the goddess who appointed him for this task.

From the start, the president felt that an occasional lie was necessary to run an organization like this. It could make the fighters more spirited, so he gladly does it.

Yes, everything is still converging on one thing, making extraordinary spectacles.

"Thank you for your answer." Shori clenched her palms.

"Looks like I've explained a lot of things." Matt closed his speech. Even though the president didn't talk much, Elmar's crew captured many interesting moments.

This opening was a huge success.

"Next, Miss Megumi will explain various things regarding the tournament, your life here, and so on. Thank You." Matt got off the podium.

The staff applauded, and Megumi climbed onto the podium. The assistant gave a warm smile to the participants. "First of all, congratulations on being accepted as part of the Multiverse Fighting Championship, a fighting organization whose mission is to provide the best spectacle to the gods and their servants…."

While Megumi continued to explain things, Matt raised an eyebrow. The president noticed that Alexander Mirea, the blonde warrior, kept staring at him.