The team prize is split among 501 people, which is a number that makes all players happy.
But the champion prize doesn't need splitting—after all, there's only one champion.
Bama's heart was pounding uncontrollably; he squeezed closer: "So, how much exactly is it?"
Boland was surprised—how did he not know this?
Bama scratched his head. "I forgot how many zeros there are in the champion prize."
When he got the recommendation, he just joined the contest to try his luck. Other than being skilled, he had no real advantages.
If he got picked and lucked into a team prize, he'd basically be set for life—never have to worry about food or drink again, right?
Of course, if he wanted to live well, he could coast for a few years. Honestly, calling it "overnight wealth" wouldn't even be exaggerating.
As for the champion prize, he didn't even look closely—he knew with his skill level, there was no way he'd ever win it. At least he was self-aware.
