A tournament fever had befallen the Larkinson Clan!
After encountering continuous setbacks and difficulties in their attempts to procure carrier vessels and secure contracts with vital resource suppliers, it became clear to the Larkinsons that they needed to solve their problems from a different direction.
Winning a competition would definitely help! An excellent performance in front of a large audience would not only showcase the Larkinson Clan's strength and potential to interested parties, but also yield fantastic prizes such as combat carriers and other valuable goods.
Of course, the Larkinsons weren't the only newcomers to the Red Ocean who understood the benefits. There were lots of other pioneering organizations that faced similar problems and made the same choice. This led to an unprecedented degree of competition!
There could only be a handful of winners for every competition. Most participants came away with only greater experience and another failure to their names. There were so many skilled mech pilots and brilliant mech designers that it was truly hard to reach the top of any given competition.
Despite that, pioneers and adventurers kept applying to them in droves. Few were resigned to mediocrity and wanted to find their opportunity to greatness.
There were many different competitions the Larkinsons could participate in. Chance Bay was a hub to many of them and specifically set up contests that were geared towards transient visitors.
"That's convenient." Ves said after he read up on the rules of several different tournaments. "Since it is expensive for so many people to stay in a central star node, these contests never take more than a couple of days. The majority even end on the same day they start."
Aspiring contestants didn't have to apply too far in advance to take part in these short competitions. As long as they met the requirements, they could get in even if the occasion started the next day. The tournament organizers were quite accommodating in this regard, and the format of their contests easily adapted to any additions or removals.
Shorter competitions were also more convenient to the live spectators who visited the Vulit Central Star Node in droves but could only stay for a short period of time.
"…Guu…waaawaaa…"
"Oh, daddy is just thinking about what design tournaments he should sign up for. Would you like to help me choose?"
"…Ffuuwaawaaawaaa…"
Ves' heart melted as he leaned in to kiss his little daughter which he held against his chest. Feeling her body warmth against his chest and sensing the pure and innocent joy from her mind delighted him to no end!
Pure love radiated from him as he cooed and played with his baby. Becoming a father was one of the happiest instances of his life. Though the way he went about his day hadn't changed all that much, Aurelia's appearance had made his life a lot more joyful every day. freёwebnovel.com
"…Miew… miew…"
His daughter's companion spirit was also a cute bundle of joy. Just like Aurelia, Mana spent much of her time sleeping and resting.
However, after spending so much time inside Aurelia's little mind, she had grown more curious of what lay outside her safe and cozy home.
Nyaaaa.
The Golden Cat hovered around the little white kitten and made sure that Mana did not do anything dangerous. She also just loved to spend time with her newest kin.
"Miew!… Miew!…"
Mana rolled around as Goldie gave her a bath. Even though spiritual cats didn't need to be cleaned, the habit was ingrained in their species!
Ves chuckled at the amusing sight. Even Aurelia stopped reaching out towards her father's face. Since Mana was another part of herself, she was able to experience the feeling of getting licked by Goldie as well!
"Waaaa…"
"Don't think about it too much, sweetie. You are you and Mana is Mana. You're a human, not a cat."
Once he finished attending to his baby, he swept his gaze back to the projected display.
The Larkinson Clan had the ability to participate in many tournaments. Ves allowed the rest of the clan to make its own decisions on which ones they should join. General Verle and the legion commanders knew their soldiers better than anyone else and could make far better judgments on where they could achieve higher rankings.
The Larkinsons weren't arrogant enough to believe they could realistically get into first place all the time, but the prizes for entering the top 5 usually weren't that bad. Larger and more elaborate competitions also showered generous rewards to those who ended up in the top 10.
Aside from that, individual clansmen such as the expert candidates were also allowed to apply to individual tournaments themselves.
There was a considerable risk to doing so as letting so many of them enter into random tournaments might yield a lot of embarrassing defeats.
"It's okay. It's better to try and fail than not try and miss a potentially great opportunity."
Even if there was only a 0.1 percent chance that any of these Larkinsons became a finalist, the possibility of bringing home an additional combat carrier or two was worth the effort!
The tournaments, specially the ones revolving around mech combat, were also fantastic opportunities for the Larkinson mech pilots to gain valuable combat experience in a safe and controlled environment. Even if they lost, they at least learned a lot of lessons from their beatdowns.
As for the embarrassment they would cause to themselves or their clan, Ves didn't consider this to be a big deal.
Other organizations might be a lot more sensitive towards the impact that losses would have on their reputation, but Ves knew that if he and a few other Larkinsons managed to perform brilliantly in a couple of contests, their glorious achievements would easily outshine the clan's trivial losses!
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