Matt was in the middle of the MFC arena, explaining what was displayed on the large portable screen next to him: an exhibition that shows various things from the fighters to how the MFC was founded, a food court that sells culinary delights from the fighters' home worlds, a souvenir shop, and fan gathering events.
Journalists outside the cage took notes or photos of the president's presentation."If there are no obstacles, we will open these facilities before MFC 9 so the audience can enjoy them before seeing the show. As for the fan meeting schedule, we are still arranging it." Matt continued his explanation.Because the fighters live in one place, fan meetings can be held daily. There will be a schedule for each fighter to do that. Then, after meeting the fighters for autographs and photos, fans are expected to visit the museum, buy food, and take home souvenirs.Matt thinks he should make the most of what he has. With increasing profits, he can develop
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 95 – Moving Forward
Elisa stood up and dropped her glass as soon as she heard Matt's announcement on the television in the dining hall."Ah, that's why our president built the second mansion." Lognar, having lunch with Urukka and Gwae, laughed. "He has prepared that secondary championship!""I've seen a sketch of that belt." Lexi, sitting not far from the Dwarf, chimed in. "At that time, I felt it was good, and it turned out to be even better when it became real."Elisa was still silent. Her heart rate crept up. She has failed to fulfill the goddess' promise by not being able to get the MFC championship belt.What happens if she doesn't get that new championship with Askreim's name on it?She would be embarrassed and disappoint her goddess.The silver-haired woman left with fast steps, leaving her food that was only half finished. She didn't know how to respond to that surprise. On the one hand, she was happy that Lady Askreim's name would be remembered. On the
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 96 – Some Meetings
"I will repeat your request again." Leaning back in his work chair, Matt continued to stare at Urukka, who was sitting in front of him. "You don't want to participate in the qualifiers for the Askreim championship?" The lizardman lowered his head. "My performance has been abysmal since I first came here. That doesn't mean I don't like it here. There are lots of new things I can discover... It's just... I want to build confidence first. The championship belt is something big at MFC. " Matt tapped his desk. "But you have to give your spot to Gwae, who has fewer fights. Are you willing to do that? And you will be the one fighting Charles." Urukka nodded. "It's okay, sir. I don't want to bother you any further. Thank you. I'll take my leave." "Sure." Matt looked at Urukka walking away. The president never expected much from that scaley creature. He's just a cheap fighter to fill MFC's roster. Matt can fire him at any time and find a replac
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 97 – Only One Week Away
In the exhibition building, Greg supervised workers installing frames containing photos and descriptions and hologram equipment that would emit fighter figures. That man with the body of a small child occasionally gives directions to those workers. "It's surprising that you can command these people." Jun Tokuma walked over to that little man. "J-jun?" Greg winced. "You shouldn't be here." "I saw no security at the back door, so I thought I could enter." The Zerneider looked around. "So, you arranged all this?" Greg shook his head awkwardly. "No, not at all. I just pretend to order them." "Boss, we don't have enough space for Lexi." A worker asked while carrying a large frame containing a photo of Lexi still wearing armor. "Not now." Greg hissed and motioned to that man. The worker scratched his head and left. "Well, he just…." Seeing Zerneider's eyes narrow, Greg rubbed his face. "Well, you'll eventually discover this f
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 98 – The Drawing
The qualifying round participants were already sitting in the arena. Matt stood in front of them. Next to him was a small table with a large jar containing small white balls."Before we start this draw, I will address your concern." The president started talking. You may wonder why Testra and Yvonne are allowed to participate, even though they have just joined us."Yeah," Rory replied. "They've only competed once. I've been asking you since you released the names of the participants, but you never answered. In my opinion, they don't deserve this great opportunity.""I'd hate to have the same opinion as Rory." Norug chimed in. "But he's right. We've been at MFC for a while, but they just set foot here.""You trying put a fight with me, old man?" Rory hissed.Norug took a sip of wine from the clay bottle. "But I really don't like you, like most people here.""Please. It's better for you to fight on the show, don't start now." Matt prevents the
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 99 – A Tale
"We already know that Yvonne will get number one." Matt continued as Megumi wrote the golden knight's name on the blackboard. "So, she doesn't need to take the number." Testra was already sitting in her chair, but Lexi was still in her position. Even her smile remained, although some of her fellow fighters looked at her with sympathy. The president wondered. Is the blonde woman hiding her fear? "We have determined the qualifying participants." Matt continued. "But you all don't know what kind of match we will hold after qualifying. Well, I have a little show for you, the fighters, and the audience." The stadium lights were dimmed, accompanied by soft piano playing, but had traces of playfulness. Then, a man narrates. "This is a story from the realm of Askreim, long ago, in a small and prosperous country. The king put a large purple crystal in the center of the capital." [Narrator: Lognar] Without realizing it, Elisa put on a fa
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 100 – Friendly Gestures
Still sleepy, Matt sat on the balcony of the second mansion, opening his cell phone to check the news. There were two that caught his attention. One is about All-Savages, which have yet to show signs of crowning their new champion. The other discusses CoB, who will hold a 32 knights tournament to fight for the belt. Matt couldn't help but smile. This means CoB thinks Matt's method is correct and has put MFC on their map. The rivalry between organizations would be fierce, but that will make everything more interesting. They will push each other to be the best. In the end, the audience wins because they get quality products. "You look delighted this morning, Sir President." Charles placed a bowl and glass of coffee in front of Matt. "Yeah, I'm in a good mood today." The president looked at the contents of the bowl: white porridge in brown sauce with various toppings. "It turns out your words are true. This surprised me. I didn't expect you to cook me br
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 101 – Not a Cooking Show
The bell signaling the start of the match rang. Urukka walked around while pointing his spear at his opponent. Meanwhile, Charles remained standing where he was. Those kitchen utensils were still around his body. The lizardman then ran forward. However, the chef managed to block the attacks with a large spoon and cutting board. "Look, he didn't do any movements," Matt commented. "Those tools seem to have a mind of their own." "I'm curious, Matt." Lognar rubbed his chin. "Why does he use his hands to cook, even though he can move those tools without touching them." The president elaborated. "He believes that the human touch is necessary to make delicious food. He also didn't want to injure his hands, which he used for cooking, so he didn't use them for fighting." Urukka still had difficulty hitting the chef, even though the lizardman had tried to attack the man from various directions. "I'll wipe that annoying smile of yours!" Urukka wa
Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 102 – Real Self
The first battle in the qualifying round had been going on for a while. Gwae couldn't attack or block at all. All the spear thrusts from her opponent managed to hit her body. "Ugh!" Gwae knelt when Yvonne hit her knee with that long weapon. But Yvonne didn't immediately attack and twirled her spear in various styles instead, triggering the audience to applaud. "You're not serious about fighting me?" The elf rose to her feet. The golden knight tapped the bottom of the spear on the floor. "They have bought tickets to watch this show. It's a shame if they only see short matches. Luckily, we used magic barriers, so I can delay this match a little longer." A bitter chuckle escaped Gwae's mouth. "So you think I'm weak and won't be able to fight you." "I didn't say that." Yvonne put on a smile. "You are a wonderful fighter, but maybe you should train more." Gwae Marajor gripped her two swords tighter. Then, she jumped forward to slash
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