【The number of new racial main cities has reached twenty. The requirements have been met. The 'Racial Competition Tournament' is now open. All personnel from various races who wish to participate voluntarily can teleport to the event site via the 'Tournament Venue Teleportation Point' on the teleportation circles.】
【The top three races in the tournament will receive additional racial blessings. Please give it your all.】
“Hmm?”
At that moment, Lan Qingyou was in her shelter's small workshop, experimenting with a new potion.
Upon hearing the sudden voice of the world consciousness, she couldn't help but set down the stirring rod in her hand.
It had been a full two and a half months since the auction ended. The large-scale magic circle at the vampires' Emerald Ridge had long been completed, and the recent period had been a rare time of leisure for Lan Qingyou.
And now, the world consciousness had dropped this massive event on her.
A Racial Competition Tournament?
And a Tournament Venue Teleportation Point?
This event... no matter how she looked at it, felt eerie.
Indeed.
The moment she heard the voice, Lan Qingyou didn't feel her usual excitement. Instead, she felt something was very wrong.
If one were to ask why, it was simply because of the current era.
What had the world consciousness called it before?
The 'Race Era'!
Exactly.
Since it was the Race Era, could this Racial Competition Tournament be considered the final major event of this version?
Just like how the final chapter of a game version usually requires clearing the hardest dungeon or defeating the final boss before moving on to the next version.
High Priestess: “I think it’s very likely.”
When Lan Qingyou took out her card and entered the Tarot Villa group chat, everyone inside was already discussing the matter.
Their opinions were essentially the same as hers; they all felt something was off.
Magician: “So it looks like if we meet in the arena later, we’ll be enemies.”
The Star: “That’s only natural, isn’t it?”
The Sun: “After all, it’s for our own races. We definitely have to give it our all.”
The Emperor: “All this fighting and killing... I’m not really a fan.”
Chariot: “You were the one having the most fun in the dungeons, and now you’re saying you don’t like fighting and killing? Hypocrite!”
The Emperor: “Pah! That was killing monsters. This is fighting people. Is that the same?”
Lovers: “But it still feels strange...”
As everyone was joking around, 【Lovers】 Frenna chimed in.
Justice: “If there’s something strange, say it. We can all analyze it together.”
Lovers: “It’s just that... I feel like every move since we were forcibly transmigrated by the world consciousness has carried a sense of extreme urgency.”
Empress: “Could you just be overthinking it?”
Lovers: “I don’t think so. Everyone, think about it. Aside from the level-up notifications and such, whether it was entering the Race Era, the regional mergers, the disappearance of regional barriers, or this Racial Competition, they all have that same feeling.”
Magician: “I didn’t really notice that.”
The Tower: “Actually, I have that feeling too.”
The Fool: “Even the number one person in the world, Tower, feels that way?”
The Tower: “Stop playing around. We’re talking about serious business.”
Hierophant: “No, The Fool isn’t playing around. If even you, the number one person, feel something is wrong, then there really might be a problem.”
The Tower: “What do you mean by that?”
Hierophant: “Nothing special. It’s just that the first person to evolve always gets special attention.”
The Tower: “...Forget it, let’s not talk about that. Let’s go back to the previous topic.”
Justice: “Right. What kind of feeling are you getting on your end?”
The Tower: “How should I put it... it feels... like we’re being raised like venomous insects.”
Chariot: “Gu raising?”
The Tower: “Yes. You might not believe it, but in the original regions of the Abandoned Land, eight or nine out of ten transmigrators who were forcibly sent there were criminals. Any kind of criminal you can imagine, you could find them there.”
The Tower: “In that situation, the instances of people in District 666 killing each other just to survive were far from few.”
The Moon: “I can testify to that.”
The Moon: “Furthermore, according to my subsequent investigations, there were quite a few criminal regions like District 666. And the transition from the initial chaotic period to the slaughter period was at least half a month to a month faster than in other normal regions.”
Death: “True. Back then, everyone was joking that District 666 was like a jar for gu raising. Only those who survived were qualified to see the next day’s sun.”
High Priestess: “Although there were rumors before, I didn’t realize District 666 was that chaotic.”
The Emperor: “Remember the time before the first regional merger? The region with the fewest survivors was our District 666.”
High Priestess: “...Are you saying you’re proud of that?”
The Emperor: “Haha, I have to be proud! Out of a hundred thousand people, only a three-digit number remained. If you were one of them, you’d be proud too. You have to remember, there was no evolution back then. Everyone didn't even dare to sleep while enduring the tides.”
Empress: “When you put it that way, it really wasn’t easy back then...”
The Fool: “Hey, we’re getting off-topic.”
The Emperor: “Haha, sorry, sorry.”
Justice: “But combining what Tower and Lovers said, the problem does seem quite significant.”
Chu Yuan frowned.
The sense of urgency from the world consciousness, the arrangement style that resembled gu raising...
When combined, the issue was clearly not as simple as forced transmigration or surviving in a demon realm.
Chariot: “Let’s set the 'problems' aside for now. Those are things for the future. Right now, we need to think about the upcoming competition.”
The Sun: “What’s there to think about? Like Star said, just give it your all.”
Hierophant: “After all, it concerns the entire race. Giving it our all is only right. Don’t go blaming this old man when the time comes.”
The Emperor: “People with World Items sure talk tough. Someone like me, who’s too frail to even lift a finger, can only shout encouragement from the spectator stands.”
High Priestess: “You guys take your time chatting. I’m already preparing to head over. Do you want me to have my subordinates save some seats for you?”
The Emperor: “Haha, no need. We don’t even know what it’s like yet. If the space turns out to be infinite, wouldn’t that be embarrassing for certain alliance leader eminences?”
High Priestess: “Fair point. I’ll bring Haji-Bei’s shack along. If there isn’t even a place to sit later, you can come here to rest.”
The Emperor: “You bastard! I’m going right now!”
Magician: “Then I’ll go too.”
The Fool: “I won’t be going. I’m not good at fighting.”
The Tower: “The King of Speed is saying that?”
The Fool: “Drop it. If anyone’s a king, it’s the Witch Queen. I’m just a bit fast at running.”
The Tower: “...”
Setting down her card, Lan Qingyou also began preparing to head to the tournament venue.
At that moment, Diana hurried over.
These people were all department heads.
“Clan Leader...”
“Don’t say anything for now. We don’t know the specific situation there or how the event will be conducted. I plan to go take a look first. Once I understand the rules, we’ll discuss how to handle it.”
Before Diana could finish, Lan Qingyou waved her hand to signal her to stop.
“I understand. Then I’ll head back and wait for your notice.”
Watching Lan Qingyou stuff various bottles and jars into the small pouch at her waist, Diana nodded.
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