The First Session.
This was a term that had never appeared in the words of the previous hosts or the world consciousness.
Its sudden appearance couldn't help but feel abrupt.
If this was the first session, it meant there was the possibility of a second, a third, and countless more in the future.
After all, there had been quite a few other activities.
Aside from the initial supply chests and evaluations, things like the level rankings were still handing out rewards every month.
However, once a gap in levels opened up, it wasn't easy to climb back up.
Therefore, after the first and second periods, not many people paid attention to them anymore.
But this Racial Competition was different.
Although everyone had looked down on this event a bit because the world consciousness hadn't specified what the rewards were, the prospect of future sessions changed everything.
Those evolved beings who previously weren't very interested, or who hadn't signed up because they knew they would lose, all turned their attention back here.
“Damn it, if I’d known, I would have signed up.”
“You say that like you’d actually stand a chance.”
“Exactly. Look at those witches. Do you think you’d have any hope of winning?”
Someone looked at the man with disdain.
But the man was completely unfazed and instead looked back at the other with even more contempt.
“Hmph, you idiot. If the witches win this time, isn't it likely that this race won't be in the next one? After all, the reward is racial enhancement. Have you ever heard of a race being able to enhance itself infinitely?”
“Maybe they’ll even be banned from the competition by the world consciousness by then!”
“To be honest, with the way things are going, I hope the witches take first, second, and third place in this first session. That way, the probability of them appearing in future competitions will be close to zero.”
After giving the other person a disdainful look, the man loudly proclaimed his theory with great confidence and pride.
This theory immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the people around him.
“Holy crap! You actually thought of that!?”
“But you know, that really is a possibility.”
“Are you some kind of freaking genius!?”
The man's theory instantly spread through various group chats and communities.
While praising him, people began to calculate for the next Racial Competition.
Some were even gloating because they didn't have any clansmen participating this time, which meant their race's skills hadn't been exposed.
【That concludes the basic information for our four contestants. I'm sure everyone is getting impatient after hearing so much.】
【In that case, let us move on to today's main event!】
【Please welcome the two contestants for the first match!】
【The Witch of Fresh Blood, Ur—su—la—!】
【And the Witch of the Workshop, A—li—sa—!】
As the transparent host shouted, fireworks rose around the arena and bonfires were lit, making the occasion quite grand.
However, if the match had started at night, the effect would likely have been even better.
At a glance, it was clearly the work of a novice who had never planned an event before.
But that didn't matter.
At least, it didn't matter to the transparent host, the audience, or even the contestants.
Today, she came here to fight.
Today, they gathered here to watch the fight.
So, no one cared about such minor details.
【Then, are both contestants ready?】
“No problem.”
Alisa replied, then calmly put the book in her hand into her card.
Ursula also nodded with equal composure.
【Excellent! Then, the first match of the semi-finals, the battle between the Witch of Fresh Blood, Ursula, and the Witch of the Workshop, Alisa, begins now!】
Crack! Crack!
As soon as the transparent host finished speaking, several cracks suddenly appeared in the air in front of Alisa.
...
This scene stunned everyone, including the transparent host and, naturally, Lan Qingyou.
Although she didn't know what had happened, her intuition told her it was caused by something Ursula had done.
The most likely culprit was the other's Magic Eye.
After all, a Magic Eye was prized for being convenient and easy to use.
However, Lan Qingyou had promised not to look at the other's abilities and still hadn't, so she lacked information on Ursula.
“What's going on?”
The onlookers were confused.
At a time like this, the transparent host, acting as both announcer and referee, should have stepped forward to explain the contestants' skills so the audience could have a more intuitive understanding.
Unfortunately, the transparent host didn't know any more than the onlookers did.
After all, that was the contestants' private information. How could a mere host and referee have the authority to view such things?
“Did the Witch of the Tower not work with you to devise a tactic to deal with me?”
Looking at the cracked air in front of her, Alisa asked Ursula, who was about twenty meters away at the starting distance.
“...”
Out of politeness and caution, this Witch of Fresh Blood, who had just grasped the “true essence of communication,” did not answer the question, but merely watched her silently.
“Oh, I forgot. She can't see my attributes either. But never mind.”
Alisa shrugged behind the cracked air, then covered her left eye with her left hand.
Then, before Ursula's surprised eyes, Alisa began to mutter in a fragmented tone, as if reciting poetry or telling a nursery rhyme.
“Your ability... your Magic Eye... Twisted... not in the ordinary sense... a dual twisting from the material to the spiritual... concept-level... very strong...”
!!!
Forget Ursula—even Lan Qingyou, who was just watching, was shocked.
What was this girl saying?
A Twisted Magic Eye that could even affect the spirit?
And what was this about it being concept-level?
Because she was currently in the rest area and could only watch the battle via her tablet or the sky-screen on the ceiling, Lan Qingyou couldn't use her identification directly.
So now, she could only sit on her chaise longue, scratching her head in frustration.
Given what the other girl said and that gesture, she must be “seeing” things just like her.
If that was the case, it would likely be difficult for Ursula to win this battle.
No...
Winning was secondary.
As someone who could also “see” the opponent's attributes, Lan Qingyou knew very well how important information was in a battle.
Now that Ursula had been seen through while knowing nothing of her opponent's abilities, forget victory—simply ensuring she didn't die would be a feat.
Looking at the screen on the tablet, Lan Qingyou frowned slightly.
“Whew! Now that masked maid is in for a world of hurt!”
Sitting on the sofa and clutching a wine bottle, Xin Tianle let out a whistle and spoke gloatingly.
She didn't have the slightest bit of goodwill toward Ursula, who had mocked her earlier.
If that white witch could take her out, it would save her the trouble of doing it herself later. That seemed quite nice.
However, when she looked up again, she found Lan Qingyou watching her with a very calm gaze.
To be honest, it made her feel a bit creeped out again...
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