【You have been selected for a random arena battle. Please confirm whether to enter within 10 seconds.】
【Yes】 【No】
【10, 9, 8, 7, 6...】
Watching the countdown numbers steadily decrease, Lan Qingyou raised an eyebrow.
After sitting here idly for over an hour, it was finally her turn.
She followed Ingrid's example from earlier and waved to everyone.
“Alright, it's my turn to fight now.”
“You're going too?”
As Lan Qingyou was greeting the group, Vivian stood up as well, looking at her in surprise.
“Yes, five seconds left.”
Lan Qingyou nodded.
“Then I'll head in first. Wait for the countdown to finish before you enter; otherwise, I'm afraid we'll end up in a civil war.”
With that, Vivian quickly tapped the screen and entered the arena.
That made sense.
They were all so familiar with each other that there was no need to knock each other out during this preliminary stage.
So, Lan Qingyou did exactly as Vivian suggested, waiting until the countdown was almost over before pressing the button.
After all, she couldn't be sure if letting the timer run out would count as a forfeit or a forced entry.
To be safe, Lan Qingyou slightly adjusted the timing they had agreed upon.
Since they were separated by several seconds, there shouldn't be any issues.
As per usual, in the time it took to blink, Lan Qingyou found herself standing on a very plain arena stage.
However, when she opened her eyes and saw who was standing opposite her, she immediately rolled her eyes.
Indeed, the 'enemy' across from her was none other than Vivian.
“Didn't I tell you to wait a few seconds?”
Vivian was also stunned to see Lan Qingyou, asking with eyes full of confusion.
“I did. I clicked during the very last second.”
Lan Qingyou shrugged helplessly.
“It seems that if this wasn't pre-arranged by the world consciousness, then we just have terrible luck.”
Vivian sighed as well.
Since they were already in the same arena, there was no way this would end peacefully.
Both of them understood this, which was why one was helpless and the other was sighing.
Of course, they had another option.
They could surrender or admit defeat.
But the question was: who would surrender to whom? Who would admit defeat to the other?
Neither Lan Qingyou nor Vivian could bring themselves to do such a thing.
For Vivian, it went without saying.
The vampire clan leaders under her command were all watching from the third-floor spectator stand.
If she surrendered or admitted defeat right at the start, her authority would undoubtedly take a massive hit.
She certainly wanted to just slip away, but unfortunately, she, like Lan Qingyou, now carried a burden of reputation. She couldn't be as carefree as she used to be.
Lan Qingyou's situation was largely the same, though unlike Vivian, who was still somewhat socially anxious, she had never even considered surrendering.
“Current viewership: 1,185,136,612.”
“What do you mean?”
Lan Qingyou's sudden recitation of numbers made Vivian frown.
“The viewer count in the bottom-left corner of your vision.”
“Oh, you're talking about the live stream.”
They were naturally aware of the live stream.
Currently, every major city and region had a live sky-screen.
Although it was a new feature that had only appeared an hour ago, the initial novelty had already begun to fade.
Only the actual content of the stream could still 'satisfy the people.'
Like right now.
Although Lan Qingyou had just mentioned over 1.1 billion people, the viewer count was still rising rapidly, increasing by about a hundred thousand every second.
Origin Witch vs. Vampire True Ancestor.
With such a massive gimmick, it was a fight everyone wanted to see.
For those who wanted to get ahead, they knew exactly who the Origin Witch and the Vampire True Ancestor were.
“Is this the kind of thing we can watch at this stage?”
“Normally, shouldn't a battle of this caliber be saved for something like the semi-finals or the finals?”
“I don't get it.”
“If you could understand the intentions of the world consciousness, you could probably be the world consciousness yourself.”
“Whatever, let me take a look. I want to see if this legendary Witch of the Tower actually has what it takes.”
“You're talking like you could actually last a few rounds against her.”
“Heh, regardless of whether I can or not, I just don't like how flashy that witch is.”
“It's probably just because you didn't become a witch yourself.”
“Ridiculous. I'm a gentleman; why would I want to be a woman?”
“Who cares about that? All I know is that both of them are gorgeous—the kind of beauty that makes me fall in love at first sight.”
“Is that the Witch of the Tower? As expected from the rumors, she's stunning!”
“Ah! I think I'm in love!”
“Beat it. What's so great about a witch? In my opinion, vampires are the race that best fits our aesthetic. I wonder if that True Ancestor could give me a bite. I'd gladly be her blood slave.”
“Shut up already. A blood slave? I can see your little scheme from a mile away.”
When the sensational titles and the faces of the two women appeared on the sky-screens and personal screens, even the transmigrators who hadn't been paying much attention began to tune in.
This instantly turned the battle between Lan Qingyou and Vivian into the focus of the entire continent.
Naturally, it also left the members of the Villa on the third-floor spectator stand speechless.
“To think they'd run into each other. This is absolutely insane.”
“Tell me about it. We made so many preparations to prevent a civil war, yet the one thing we didn't want to happen happened anyway.”
“Setting that aside, who do you think will win between the Tower and the High Priestess?”
At that moment, 【Chariot】 Olf asked a very sudden but very reasonable question.
Since they were both on the arena and neither was the type to admit defeat, this battle was inevitable.
Furthermore, once an agent of chaos became the subject of the chaos, they were destined to be treated as entertainment by other agents of chaos.
So...
Who would win?
The moment Olf asked, that question occupied the minds of every Villa member.
The two were roughly equal in knowledge, and both belonged to one of the five original great races.
Crucially, everyone was very familiar with their combat prowess because they had run dungeons together.
While everyone knew that neither had gone all out in the dungeons and both certainly had hidden trump cards, the desire to know was unbearable.
They were all researchers, after all. Could a researcher's curiosity ever be small?
Thus, the people who had been indignantly criticizing the combat rules a moment ago fell silent, staring intently at their tablets to see who would emerge victorious.
“I bet there are quite a few agents of chaos waiting to see us make fools of ourselves right now.”
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