“Exactly, especially those folks like the High Priestess, the Emperor, and the Star.”
“Everyone shouldn't be so pessimistic. Who can say for sure what’s happening? I think we should wait until the battles for the Emperor and the Sun are over before we jump to conclusions.”
Chu Yuan, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up.
“If they can both teleport back, then it proves this theory is wrong. If only one comes back, we can see if it was an internal war. Once we have a reference point, it’ll be easier for us to make a reasonable guess.”
Although Chu Yuan spoke leisurely, his logic was sound.
So, everyone began to wait. Afterward, Lan Qingyou pulled out her card.
To be honest, she didn't like this pace where things that were already settled might suddenly change again.
But eight or nine times out of ten, things in this world don't go as planned. Lan Qingyou, who had long since seen through the vanity of the world, was used to it.
Regardless of whether the theory was true or not, she simply pulled out her card and sent a message to Diana.
As if to confirm Chu Yuan’s words...
Not long after, the two of them appeared together in the spectator stand.
“That was a false alarm...”
“Gave me a fright.”
“It’s fine now. It shouldn't be a three-tier operation.”
When they saw Gu Xiaobei and Ingrid return, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
This ‘everyone’ included not only those in the spectator stand but also those who had gone down to fight.
Especially Gu Xiaobei.
She had lasted five minutes, gaining the capital to tease Vivian, and at the same time, she didn't have to suffer the fate of being used as a test subject as they had agreed.
No! Wait!
If she kept winning like this, they would eventually meet sooner or later, right?
Even if it wasn't Ingrid, it would be someone else.
No way. I’ll just forfeit the next round. I’ve already gotten what I needed, anyway.
Gu Xiaobei, holding her giant wooden spatula, began to seriously consider the idea of running away.
Ingrid, who didn't share her concerns, turned her attention to the group that had just breathed a sigh of relief.
“What do you mean by ‘three-tier operation’?”
“Ah, it’s like this...”
Someone immediately explained the previous theory. Ingrid understood and laughed out loud.
“I have to say, people with wild imaginations really come up with a lot of ideas. I honestly never considered that. But aren't you all overlooking one problem?”
“What problem?”
“What if the world consciousness simply doesn't care?”
“Huh?”
“Meaning, for the world consciousness hosting this competition, it doesn't matter who loses. What matters is who wins.”
...
The group fell silent.
Ingrid’s words were a bit blunt, but they were very logical.
Wasn't the essence of this competition to select the strongest?
To that end, stepping onto the arena meant life or death was out of anyone's hands.
It truly didn't matter who died; what mattered was who survived.
Because only the survivors were qualified to enter the next battle and thus fight for more benefits for their race.
“Forget it, forget it. Let’s not talk about such depressing things. Let’s drink first, let’s drink!”
Riesling stepped forward at this moment.
In truth, no one reacted too strongly to the mention of the world consciousness; they were all just mentally calculating what the world consciousness was actually trying to do.
“Oh! Isn't that Death?”
While everyone was eating hotpot and singing, someone happened to spot Li Huai on their tablet.
“Oh wow! It really is him! He actually took the stage. He didn't even say anything in the group. He could have come over for a few drinks first.”
“Wait, when did this kid use an evolution item?”
When they saw that Li Huai had actually taken the field, their curiosity about why he hadn't contacted them was outweighed by their curiosity about when he had evolved.
One had to know that although Li Huai had always been a battle maniac and constantly talked about combat power and strength, he had never used any evolution item to ascend.
Even at Tarot Villa, the birthplace of the ‘Original Five Great Races,’ and even though he had plenty of blood in his hands given by others or obtained from dungeons, he had never tried to trade for one to use.
Yes.
He had never even discussed evolution items in the group.
Vivian had once curiously asked him why, and the answer he gave was simply that he felt none of the existing races were suitable for him.
Recklessly using an evolution item might provide a temporary attribute correction and increase strength.
But in the long run, it would be a waste of his SSS-grade talent.
Since that reason was perfectly normal and reasonable, the curiosity about Li Huai within the villa quickly vanished.
They hadn't even paid attention to it since.
“Since he’s appearing here now, it means he’s evolved. I just don't know what race he is exactly.”
“That is indeed a bit difficult to tell.”
“Tower, can't your Magic Eye identify it? Why don't you take a look?”
“Look at what? How am I supposed to look through a screen? You might as well just ask him in the group after his battle is over.”
Lan Qingyou rolled her eyes at the idiot who made the request.
There was a magic tool in the way, after all. No matter how powerful the Analytic Magic Eye was, it couldn't perform such a feat.
Otherwise, she would have done it long ago. Did she really need someone to remind her?
Li Huai’s battle wasn't much to look at—or rather, they all knew his capabilities. It was just wind elements swirling everywhere, and then the enemy flew out of the arena, their fate unknown.
So, after chatting briefly about him, they went back to searching for ‘interesting people.’
After all, just sitting here drinking and eating while watching others fight wasn't that interesting.
Instead of torturing themselves like that, it was better to find some entertainment for themselves.
From time to time, someone would find an interesting battlefield and share it with everyone.
This way, they could distract themselves and pass the time when there were no matches to watch.
“Tower! Arena 16548! Your witch is in an aerial battle!”
Aerial combat.
Currently, besides races with their own wings being able to fly, it was limited to a small number of people with specific talents. Otherwise, they had to be like Lan Qingyou and her witches, sitting on a flying magic broom.
Caught by interest, the crowd immediately swarmed into this arena's view.
“It’s Alice again.”
Seeing that familiar blue figure, Gu Xiaobei couldn't help but grumble.
After all, when she wanted to observe the enemy earlier, she had seen nothing, and the battle hadn't been entertaining at all. It was almost too much trouble to even enter the arena code just to pass the time.
However, compared to her disappointment, Lan Qingyou’s comment was a bit more intriguing.
“Tsk tsk. Engaging in aerial combat with Alice... that birdman is in for a world of hurt.”
“Oh? Is this Alice that powerful?”
Ruan Qingyi, who didn't know about the previous conversation between Lan Qingyou and Gu Xiaobei, asked curiously.
“Mhm.”
Lan Qingyou nodded faintly but said nothing more.
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