From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

This would also serve as an opportunity for the strongest in the world to emerge and be elevated to a higher status. Regardless of their sins or wrongdoings, the victor would be granted a wish. The only condition was that if they wished to rule the world, they must defeat the current standing king.

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Starting shortly after this dream, the standing king began gathering criminals, those who assisted the Demons, and, in rare cases, the few remaining demons who attacked the kingdoms, pitting them in the arena until his death.

That tale, however, is for another time. The kingdom is set up with many houses that support the royal families and the kingdom's palace, which maintains the kingdom walls. Even with advancing technology, the kingdom walls remain unchanged, serving as a symbol of the acting king's authority and power.

Ty closed the book after finishing the final pages just as the door swung open. Goey entered with a yawn and said, "Here's your lunch. I hope the light is working well; I wasn't sure if it was what you were expecting."

Giving a light smile, Ty responded, "This is perfect. I just finished this book. It was very insightful, but a lot didn't really add up about the history of the Kingdom."

Goey, intrigued, asked, "What do you mean?"

"It just seems odd," Ty began, his brow furrowed in thought, "that the history book mentions the traitor kingdom being allied with the Hiean Kingdom when the Titan Goddess descended and spoke her words. And why was the Hiean King the only one to receive such a vision?"

After a brief pause, Ty dismissed his own questions, saying, "Sorry, I might just be overlooking things."

Goey shrugged, attempting to lighten the mood. "It's all in the past anyway."

"There's nothing I can control, but I believe in it because most days, there's nothing else to believe in. But I'll see you around. They should be coming to get you in a few days, and that will likely be the last time we see each other until you win or... yeah," Goey said, his voice trailing off as he walked away.

As Ty watched Goey leave, the silence of the room was promptly broken by the fluttering of tiny wings. A blue fairy landed gracefully on his shoulder, her voice a delicate chime, "Oh, he finally left. What are you reading to me today?"

Ty turned to her with a gentle smile, "Oh, I let you keep sleeping while I went ahead and finished the first book."

He then summarized the events of his reading to the fairy, weaving the tale with an air of curiosity, "And that's the gist of what I read. I wonder if the next books have anything different in them or if they're just bits of the same."

The fairy, tilting her head thoughtfully, suggested, "Perhaps the book about the Arena might mention why the arena exists at all."

Acknowledging her point with a nod, Ty turned his attention to the food Goey had brought. The meal was simple: a basic soup broth with noodles, bland but nourishing. He consumed it methodically, perhaps reflecting on the conversations and revelations of the day.

Once the meal was finished, Ty, filled with a renewed sense of purpose, picked up "The History of the Arena." His fingers brushed against the cover before flipping it open to the first page, diving into another journey through words, with the blue fairy perched on his shoulder, both of them embarking on a new quest for knowledge together.

~~The Decree of the Titan~~

Ty turned the page to the beginning of the chapter about the Arena. The text unfolded the tale of how the Arena came to be, a concept born from a vision bestowed upon the Hiean King by the Titan Goddess herself. As the king slept one night, deep in the heart of the Hiean Kingdom, he was visited in his dreams by the towering figure of the Titan Goddess.

She spoke of a time of great turmoil and strife that lay ahead, a period that would test the mettle of every soul within the kingdom's borders.

The Goddess's voice was clear and resonant as she declared that the greatest warriors were not only those born of noble blood or those who trained in the art of war from a young age. True warriors, she revealed, could be found in the most unexpected places — among the downtrodden, the outcasts, and even the prisoners.

These individuals, forged in the fires of their own personal battles and hardships, possessed strength and skills honed by survival. The Titan Goddess instructed the king to establish a tournament in the Arena, where individuals, regardless of their origin, could prove their might and valor.

The purpose of this tournament was twofold. Firstly, it would serve as a means to uncover and recruit the kingdom's finest warriors, ensuring that the Hiean Kingdom could stand strong against any threat. Secondly, and more intriguingly, the tournament offered a beacon of hope to those who had fallen from grace or had never been given a chance to shine.

By fighting in the Arena, they were given the opportunity to claim any wish should they emerge victorious — a chance at redemption, power, or whatever their heart desired most.

This decree from the Titan Goddess set the foundation for the Arena as a place where fate could be rewritten, where the forgotten could rise to glory, and where the strength of one's spirit could be the key to their salvation.

As Ty delved deeper into the history, an illustration caught his eye: a bearded man clad in a purple robe, a sword and shield at his feet, bowing before an image of a goddess descending from above. It was a powerful depiction of divine intervention, a moment where the heavens directly influenced the course of human events.

The blue fairy, hovering closer to inspect the image, remarked with a hint of sarcasm, "Wow, so even their god is into mass murder."

Ty, placing a hand over his face in mild exasperation, whispered, "Please don't say that in public. We have enough people who already dislike us. This has pretty much become ingrained in their culture, so it makes sense, I suppose."

He couldn't help but ponder the truth behind these tales. "I do wonder what truth lies in this, though, regardless of anything bigger at play," he mused, his eyes scanning over the next few pages with a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

~~ In the book ~~

The narrative explained that the First Arena was a brutal gathering of criminals from the traitor kingdom and some from within the Hiean Kingdom itself.

It was a spectacle designed not just for entertainment but as a purging of those deemed unworthy or dangerous to the realm. The victor, after a series of gruesome and merciless battles, was bathed in a bright light from above, a divine signal of the Titan Goddess's favor.

For a moment, his eyes shimmered with an all-encompassing white, hinting at a vision bestowed upon him that transcended the bloody sands of the arena.

This vision, granted by the goddess, brought a brim to the smile of the man who requested to be the king of this world as he stated "I the strongest wish to lead this world into finding the one!"

Descending from his watchtower, the King addressed the challenger with a grave tone, "For you to take my position, you understand you need to slay me from where I stand and be bestowed my spot?"

The challenger, understanding the gravity of the challenge, nodded solemnly. After a day filled with fierce combat, the scene concluded with the challenger bloodied and lifeless, while the victorious King stood above him, visibly exhausted. Remarkably, all his wounds healed in the aftermath, and a black dot appeared on his arm.

The text elaborated that these marks were inherited by each king, regardless of their lineage or blood. To this day, the significance of these marks remains a mystery, as those who might have known their true meaning have long passed away.

As Ty continued to flip through the pages, he discovered sections highlighting the kingdom's progress in technology and its efforts to grow while staying true to the Titan Goddess's words. Every few years, once enough participants were gathered, the event was held, honoring the tradition set forth by the goddess.

The first king, it was noted, had been given no explicit instructions regarding the frequency, scale, or specifics of the tournament. He was simply told what needed to be done, and he faithfully executed these orders, laying the groundwork for a tradition that would define the kingdom and its values for generations to come.