SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Finding a suitable spot, Kent reached into his robes and produced a small, thumb-sized castle—a treasure he had acquired at the auction the previous day. He walked a few paces ahead and, with a confident flick of his wrist, tossed the tiny castle onto the ground. As it landed, he muttered the incantation he had memorized.

A pulse of energy rippled through the air, and before their eyes, the small token expanded rapidly, unfolding into a magnificent half-mile-long castle. Towers and walls sprang up, complete with battlements, gates, and all the necessary facilities. The sight left Fatty and Tata Lan in awe.

The castle was a marvel, its stone walls gleaming under the sun. It had expansive courtyards, lush gardens, and elegant chambers—an oasis of grandeur amidst the desolate landscape. Kent smiled, pleased with the result.

"Let's get settled," Porus said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. "We have preparations to make."

As they began to organize their new base, the nearby disciples and wizards couldn't help but cast envious glances at the majestic castle. The presence of such a formidable structure added an air of prestige to their group.

As the surroundings turned dark and the camp settled into an eerie quiet, everyone retreated to their own rooms within the newly rose castle.

Kent, eager to prepare for the trials ahead, took out a thick manual detailing the various inheritance grounds. He flipped to the section on the Storm God's inheritance, immersing himself in the descriptions of trials.

Master Lan and Tata Lan, tired from the day's events, slept early. Meanwhile, Peak Master Porus, covered in dark robes to conceal his identity, slipped out of the castle with purposeful strides.

Fatty, however, lay restlessly on his bed, his mind racing with anticipation and curiosity. Just as he was contemplating what to do next, his glass orb on the bedside table began to glow with a myriad of colors.

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Intrigued, Fatty sat up and grabbed the orb, noticing a new post on the Gambling Syndicate Forum. He eagerly opened the message, his eyes scanning the bold heading:

"Invitation to the Gamblers at Inheritance Ground Awakening"

"Master Gold Tooth will be attending this time's Inheritance Ground Awakening and is responsible for conducting the Gambling Contest of Inheritor's Fortune.

The gathering will begin soon at the Gambling Syndicate Hub, located beside the central castle of the Wizard Association. Please join the gathering to learn full details."

The message concluded with celebratory notes and an image of Master Gold Tooth, his face stern yet inviting, a grim smile playing on his lips beneath a distinctive eye patch.

Fatty's heart raced with excitement. Master Gold Tooth was a top manager of gambling syndicate. This was a rare opportunity, one that promised high stakes and thrilling contests. Fatty knew he couldn't miss it.

He quickly donned his outer robes, his fingers trembling with anticipation, and slipped out of his room. The castle's corridors were silent, the only sound the soft echo of his footsteps. He moved with haste, his mind buzzing with thoughts of the upcoming event.

Outside, the night was cool and still, the stars scattered across the sky like a thousand tiny diamonds. Fatty navigated the camp with ease and walked towards the central big tower of wizard association.

The Gambling Syndicate Hub, a vibrant castle, stood beside the central tower of the Wizard Association. Its lights and lively atmosphere were a stark contrast to the otherwise dark surroundings.

As he approached, he saw other figures converging towards the hub, all drawn by the same intriguing invitation. Many wealth young masters were just flashing their gambler identity token and moving inside the castle.

Fatty's steps quickened as he joined the gathering crowd, his eyes shining with eagerness. He showed his gambler identity token to the old man at the entrance and walked inside.

The hub was abuzz with energy, gamblers from all parts of blue planet, communicating with others in loud laughter. Almost the entire central hall filled with males and very few females. Every male gambler has a female companion with him.

Fatty moved through the crowd, his attention drawn to a central stage where a banner proclaimed the imminent arrival of Master Gold Tooth. The atmosphere was electric with loud laughter

After roaming for few minutes, Fatty picked a glass of wine and found a spot in the corner. He calmly began observing everyone with focused gaze.

Many people wore the gambler badge to show off their level and status in gambling syndicate. Fatty even saw few of the top ten members of the Gambler's syndicate who wore the Golden Hammer badge on their chest which is engraved with gambling syndicate name.

The time slowly passed and Master Golden Tooth still didn't make an entrance. Fatty, finally found few people who has same status as him and began chatting with the them about the 'Inheritor's Fortune'.

"You mean, one single person gets all the wealth?!" Fatty mouth went wide open as he realised the profits from 'Inheritor's Fortune.'

"Yes, the one single gambler whose master gets the inheritance will receive all the mana stones pooled in that glass cauldron."

Everyone turned towards the large, transparent glass cauldron placed at the canter of the hall, its crystalline surface catching the light and casting shimmering reflections across the room. The cauldron was the focal point of the gathering, a symbol of the high-stakes gamble that was about to unfold.

"Every participating member must drop a fixed amount of mana stones into that glass cauldron to participate. If your master wins the inheritance, you win all those mana stones. The amount is usually set by the master manager conducting this competition," someone nearby murmured to Fatty.

Fatty's mind raced with curiosity and apprehension. "How many mana stones would each participant be required to drop?"

Suddenly, the clamour in the hall intensified. All eyes turned towards the stage as an elder with a booming, infectious laugh strode forward. Flanking him were two young ladies, each exuding a poised elegance and lustful exposure.

The elder's teeth gleamed, each one covered in shining gold, adding to his larger-than-life appearance.