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As Caleb stood outside Heathens Arena, his mind wandered back to a recent encounter with a rather rude uncle he had crossed paths with on the bustling streets of Manila. The man had scoffed at Caleb's enthusiasm for the upcoming battles, dismissing them as mere spectacles devoid of meaning.

"That old man couldn't be more wrong," Caleb muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "Battles may be violent, but they also bring color to life. They test our limits, push us to grow stronger, and forge bonds that last a lifetime."

But Caleb understood that not everyone shared his perspective. Beauty, after all, was subjective, and what one person found thrilling, another might find distasteful. Still, he couldn't help but feel frustrated by the uncle's narrow-mindedness.

Meanwhile, Erina found herself engaged in a conversation with a guide who looked uncannily like the same uncle Caleb had encountered earlier. The guide explained the purpose of the arena's transparent ceiling, which allowed natural light to illuminate the battles below.

"But battles are what bring color to life," the guide argued, echoing the sentiments of Caleb's rude uncle. "Without them, we would be left with dull, monotonous existence."

Erina bristled at the guide's dismissive tone, her patience wearing thin. "Perhaps," she replied evenly, "but there is more to life than just violence and conflict. We must strive to find beauty in the world around us, even in the midst of chaos."

The guide scowled at Erina's response, clearly displeased with her lack of enthusiasm for his viewpoint. "Be patient!" he scolded, his voice sharp with irritation. "You may not understand now, but in time, you will come to see the truth."

Erina resisted the urge to argue further, knowing that it would only escalate the situation. Instead, she forced herself to remain calm and composed, silently vowing to prove the guide wrong with her actions rather than her words.

As they continued their conversation, Erina couldn't help but wonder about the true purpose of the arena's transparent ceiling. Was it merely a practical design choice, or did it hold some deeper significance that had yet to be revealed? Only time would tell.

As Erina listened to the guide's brash words and observed his rude demeanor, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust rise within her. His poisonous mouth seemed to spew forth nothing but negativity and contempt, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

"He must have no family," Erina thought to herself, her heart heavy with pity. "Or else he would know the value of kindness and respect."

The guide's callousness only served to fuel Erina's disdain for the arena's transparent ceiling. To her, it was a symbol of everything she despised about the world of combat sports – a world where violence and brutality were glorified, and human lives were treated as mere entertainment.

"I refuse to accept this," Erina muttered under her breath, her fists clenched in frustration. "There must be more to life than this endless cycle of bloodshed and pain."

Turning her attention back to the guide, Erina decided to confront him about the true purpose of the arena's transparent ceiling. She questioned why it was necessary to have such a feature, knowing full well the answer would only serve to reinforce her disgust.

"The purpose of the ceiling is simple," the guide replied, his tone dripping with malice. "It allows the spectators to witness every moment of the battles below, ensuring that no detail is missed. It's all about maximizing the entertainment value."

Erina recoiled at his words, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over her. She couldn't understand how anyone could derive pleasure from watching others suffer in such a manner.

"And as for the name 'Heathens Arena'," the guide continued, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his lips, "it's a fitting tribute to the owner's tragic past."

Erina's curiosity was piqued by this revelation, and she couldn't help but press the guide for more information. She wanted to understand why the owner had chosen such a provocative name, and what significance it held in relation to his life story.

"The owner was once a promising young fighter," the guide explained, his voice tinged with bitterness. "But a series of unfortunate events led to his downfall. Now, he seeks to reclaim his lost glory by hosting battles in this arena, where he can revel in the pain and suffering of others."

Erina's heart sank as she listened to the guide's tale of woe. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the owner, despite his questionable actions.

As the guide observed Erina's demeanor, he couldn't help but shake his head in amusement. Her naivety was evident, a stark contrast to the harsh realities of the world they inhabited. He knew that she must have formed a less-than-favorable impression of him, given his blunt and abrasive mannerisms.

'Ah, to be young and idealistic,' the guide thought to himself, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. 'She has much to learn about the ways of the world.'

In response to Erina's polite gesture, the guide offered a gruff nod of acknowledgment. He understood the importance of maintaining a professional demeanor, especially in his line of work. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

"As for the elite trial tomorrow," the guide continued, his tone taking on a more serious note, "I will be your host for the duration of your stay here. Consider me your guide and confidant, if you will."

Erina nodded in understanding, grateful for the guide's assistance. Despite her reservations about the arena and its purpose, she knew that she would need to navigate this unfamiliar territory with caution and diligence.

"I appreciate your hospitality," Erina replied, her voice sincere. "I look forward to the challenges that lie ahead, and I am grateful for your guidance."

With that, Erina bid the guide farewell and made her way to her assigned guest room. As she settled in for the night, her mind raced with thoughts of the trials that awaited her tomorrow. She knew that she would need to steel herself for the battles ahead, both on and off the arena floor.