Morning didn't greet me.
It ambushed me.
My system exploded into existence the moment my eyes cracked open.
Big. Bold. Unforgiving.
[WORLD EVENT: ARENA.]
[FIGHT EACH OTHER UNTIL THE STRONGEST REMAINS.]
[CLAIM THE TITLE: WORLD'S STRONGEST PLAYER.]
I stared at it.
Blank.
Then it hit.
"Oh no."
Oh no no no.
I shot upright in bed so fast my blanket committed treason and fell off. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out of this responsibility.
I forgot.
I actually forgot.
I was so busy grinding exp, micromanaging dungeon routes, and pretending my emotional life wasn't a three-alarm fire that I completely blanked on the one event the entire world waits for.
Arena.
The place where pride goes to die and friendships go to get weird.
"…Crap."
I was out of bed, dressed, and halfway down the guild hallway before my brain finished rebooting. I burst into the dining hall like the world was ending.
