“Haha, so this whole combat thing is just a random draw? Are we just unlucky not to have been picked yet?”
Ingrid, who was also quite drunk, laughed loudly as she raised her glass.
“You don’t actually believe that, do you?”
Ruan Qingyi looked at Ingrid as if she were a fool.
“Hahahaha, of course not!”
Ingrid laughed again and reached out, hooking her arm around Ruan Qingyi’s neck.
“Come on, drink up! The wine Justice brought is actually pretty good. It’s smooth, silky, and has a faint floral aroma.”
After hooking her arm around Ruan Qingyi, Ingrid started trying to shove the wine glass into her mouth.
Ruan Qingyi struggled desperately to fend off the woman, who was clearly starting to act like a rowdy drunk.
If one ignored the surrounding clan leaders who were practically sharpening their blades in anticipation, the group looked like they were simply out on a picnic.
There was absolutely zero sense of tension to be found.
Naturally, such behavior was bound to provoke anger.
It was a blatant display of disregard for the other clan leaders nearby.
While most of them were leaders of minor races with relatively low levels, that didn't give the villa group a reason to be so condescending.
“Seeing you all like this, I’m starting to suspect this was all part of your scheme,” Jiang Lan said, unable to help but sigh as she looked at several of her companions from the villa who were now dead drunk.
She then glanced at the hostile stares coming from all directions.
And why wouldn't they? Riesling—Justice—had brought so much wine for everyone to drink. Wouldn't they be finished once it was time to fight?
Looking at the crowd, some were already praying that they would be matched against these drunks.
However, Riesling acted as if nothing was wrong, completely unconcerned.
“Empress, take a look at their spirit stats first. With their level of mental power, they couldn't possibly get drunk unless they wanted to be.”
It was true. Even though they had become clan leaders and were among the top players out of tens of billions, they found they couldn't even get drunk in this other world if they didn't allow it.
Perhaps this was a case of losing something for everything gained.
Of course, Riesling said this very quietly, so quietly that only those at their table could hear.
After he finished speaking, Jiang Lan understood immediately.
Fine, so these guys were just putting on an act. They were even deceiving their own people; truly, not a single one of them was a 'good' person.
“Oh! It’s finally my turn.”
Just as Jiang Lan was grumbling internally, the seemingly tipsy Ingrid stood up unsteadily. She tapped a finger in the air, and just like Professor Seymer, her figure began to fade.
About thirty seconds later, she reappeared exactly where she had vanished.
“Oh! So you actually come back here. I thought we’d go somewhere else to wait for the next round after a match.”
Seeing that she had been teleported back to the spectator stand, Ingrid found it quite novel.
In the short thirty seconds she was gone, her drunken demeanor had completely vanished.
As expected, no one who could become a clan leader was simple.
“There doesn't seem to be any set tournament structure. I expect we'll just keep fighting until the end. Or rather, no one is allowed to leave until a winner is decided.”
Lan Qingyou gave the explanation without even looking up from her tablet.
“Fair enough.”
Nodding, Ingrid sat back down and picked up her previously discarded wine glass, returning to her cheerful drinking.
If there was anything different about her, it was that her hair had been activated by the combat.
Her original shoulder-length hair had transformed, now resembling a cluster of small, living snakes.
Some of them were even hissing and flicking their tongues at the people nearby.
Though it looked quite terrifying, no one in the group was afraid. In fact, the Three Phantom Gods—Gu Xiaobei, Ruan Qingyi, and Vivian—approached her with curiosity, reaching out to pet the snakes.
This state didn't last long.
After about five minutes, the snake-hair vanished, and her smooth, regular hair returned.
“So, how did you beat them? None of us have gone yet, give us some tips,” Vivian asked as she sat back down, bored now that there were no snakes to play with. She took a sip of juice and looked at the drinking Ingrid.
“What is there to say? You go in, lock onto the target, attack, win, and then come out.”
“Of course, for the sake of efficiency, I just killed the opponent directly.”
Ingrid’s explanation was simple, essentially just a summary of the process.
But everyone took it to heart.
Given the number of people present, resolving matches quickly was the only way to get through the pairings and finish the tournament faster.
As for why there was such a rush, no one knew.
But from the makeshift nature of the tournament they were seeing and feeling, it was clear this event was a total spur-of-the-moment creation.
Aside from the rewards, which were actually worth something, nothing else about it was impressive.
In fact, anyone who had ever done event planning would never have organized something this way.
Of course, it seemed like a lot of people.
But compared to the total number of transmigrators, the entire group of evolved beings in Kalim only numbered in the tens of millions.
And since not every race had all its members participating, Lan Qingyou calculated that the total number of participants would likely be around ten million.
“When is it going to be my turn… I’m so bored…”
After eating and drinking for a while, Vivian couldn't sit still anymore. She flopped onto a cushion with her tablet and started watching the matches while lying on her stomach.
Although most of the fights looked like amateurs brawling to them, it was better than doing nothing.
“Oh, I found a white-robed witch!”
Not long after lying down, Vivian cried out in surprise. she looked at Lan Qingyou, her expression as dramatic as she could possibly make it.
“Which arena?”
Lan Qingyou didn't even look up as she opened the search interface.
“…Arena 141450.”
Seeing that Lan Qingyou didn't even glance her way, Vivian felt a bit slighted and just called out the number.
Lan Qingyou clicked into the feed. It was indeed someone dressed as a witch.
Unfortunately, it wasn't a witch she recognized.
In that case, it must be one of the witches from the Workshop Clan.
At that thought, Lan Qingyou turned to look at Alisa, who just waved her tablet in response.
Even though the movement was fast, Lan Qingyou’s eyes could see it clearly.
No… it was precisely because she knew Lan Qingyou could see it that Alisa had done it on purpose.
On Alisa's tablet, she was also watching the combat of a white-robed witch.
“I found one here too.”
“Me too.”
“Wait… why are they all dressed exactly the same?”
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