No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Within the crack in the sky, the giant, bloodshot eye remained motionless, its gaze fixed on the silver-haired figure in the center of the arena—it was Eileen.

The players all took a half step back.

[What is that thing? It's an eerie eyeball-like object.]

[This is so oppressive! Are they already cleaning up the rankings as soon as they're updated? I want to go home!]

The spade card on Yuexi's fingertip spun halfway around, her red dress fluttering as she moved to block Eileen's path. "Miss Eileen, is this some being from the royal court? Or perhaps one of the evil god rulers?"

Mu Zhixi looked up and examined the eye that was suspended in mid-air. Only two words popped into her mind.

It's really ugly.

With bloodshot eyes, ulcerated eyelids, and sticky fluid clinging to the edges, she generously gave the eye a negative score for its appearance, being a serious aesthetics enthusiast.

"Who do you think you are, to dare stare at me like that?"

Her ethereal voice made no attempt to hide her disdain.

[Hahaha, Miss Eileen thinks it's ugly! Hilarious! Being disliked by a goddess, that eye could die on the spot.]

The giant eye's gaze twitched.

This eye is called Scout Number Seven, the most elite reconnaissance unit under the Doomsday General. An ordinary SS-level player would have his mind broken on the spot if he was stared at by it.

This mission to infiltrate is solely to investigate the origins of the six-winged emblem.

Before I could figure out the emblem, I bumped into this guy first.

The second most influential person in the world.

The moment the investigative instinct kicked in, the SSSSS+ rating on the panel immediately shut it down.

It dared not investigate further.

If it continued investigating, it feared it might lose its eyeball.

As far as it knows, the ninety-seven top forces on the list that have been marked with the six-winged symbol cannot even change their own battle flags back. The entity behind the scenes is someone that even the Weird Games have to avoid.

The silver-haired elf before them had the word "best friend" clearly written in the relationship section with that master.

My dearest friend, SSSSS+, followed by three question marks.

The scout hesitated for three seconds before making the most decisive decision of its long career.

It withdrew all its probing spells, gathered its bloodshot veins, lowered its eyelids, and adopted a harmless and docile posture.

Seeing that it had stopped moving, Mu Zhixi assumed that the eyes had given up and didn't bother with it anymore. She raised her hand and tucked the fallen silver hair behind her ear.

The scout interpreted this action in a different way.

The fact that the adult is tidying up his appearance indicates that he does not intend to take action on the spot.

It had just breathed a sigh of relief and was preparing to slip back through the crack to report when it suddenly heard a soft sneer from above.

"Have you seen enough?"

Eileen turned her head, her icy blue eyes sweeping across the sky. "If you look again, I'll dig you out, soak you in the shimmering light of the Holy Land, wash you clean, and make you a luminous pearl for Miss Moonbeam."

Yuexi opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Before she could figure out whether the words were a compliment or a threat, the giant eye had already gone mad.

[Scout No. 7 bids farewell to all players! Reason for departure: Family matters urgent, must return immediately!]

Even the system notification sounds were filled with panic.

The giant eye rolled back into the crack, the blood vessels disappearing completely. Before leaving, it even performed a standard, bizarre kneeling salute towards the center of the arena.

"Number Seven under the command of the Apocalyptic General, paying respects to the Second Master!"

"I will return immediately to report. The tribute list will arrive within three days. I beg you, sir, to put in a good word for me before the Lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crack closed, and the sky returned to calm.

The entire audience fell silent.

The players looked at each other, and no one dared to speak for a long time.

Wait, did I hear that right? The Doomsday General? The Doomsday General who's ninth on the list?

[Its scout calls Miss Eileen "Second Master"?!]

[Who's the first one? I don't need to tell you, those who know, know!]

The top ten powers on the list call this place their lord and even demand tribute?!

Yuexi stood still, the cards at her fingertips stopped.

The title "Second Master" swirled in her mind, each time making her more and more uneasy.

One of the top ten mysterious forces, and one of the three emerging top forces, whose scouts regard Miss Eileen as their subjects.

So here's the question.

Who is the master the scout speaks of?

Miss Eileen is the second; the first one is the one revered by all three major powers…

Yuexi's breathing became lighter.

The answer is obvious.

She turned to look at the silver-haired elf in the arena, her eyes filled with an indescribable awe.

No wonder, no wonder Miss Eileen can summon sword immortals at will, repel unknown beings with a single ancient divine phrase, and make the entire ranking of all realms make way for her.

The person who stood behind her from beginning to end was that person.

Cangya wiped the blood from his face and silently retreated to the outermost edge of the crowd.

She now understands that in this instance, choosing a side is more important than fighting, and the ceiling of choosing a side is sitting right next to that stone well.

Mu Zhixi was completely unaware of the undercurrents in the scene.

She was flipping through the panel, looking at the increase in faith points.

Every second that eye was present, the numbers in the backstage were jumping. After it finished saying those two polite words, the rate of revenue doubled again.

A doomsday general?

Mu Zhixi vaguely remembered this name; it seemed to be the only one in the top ten of the rankings with an unbroken history.

She had initially worried that the three factions that hadn't adopted the six-winged design would cause trouble, but now it seemed she had worried unnecessarily.

"They are polite, though." Eileen looked away, her tone indifferent, as if she were commenting on a barely passable dish.

Upon hearing this, Yuexi's last shred of hope vanished.

Even the top three on the list are only considered "good enough" by Miss Eileen.

Just how deep is the foundation of the Holy Land?

She suppressed her turbulent thoughts, quickly walked to Eileen's side, and lowered her posture considerably.

"Miss Eileen, the tribute from that doomsday general..."

"It's none of my business," Eileen interrupted her casually. "They offered to give it to me themselves. I never accept things from unknown sources."

Yuexi was taken aback.

You won't accept it?

That gift list that must arrive within three days...

She quickly realized that this was a test.

If Miss Eileen were to accept the tribute from the three major powers without hesitation, it would only give them ammunition to criticize her. Only by accepting it without hesitation could she be worthy of the noble status of the Holy Land.

The more Yuexi thought about it, the clearer it became, and the more she looked at Mu Zhixi with increasing reverence.

Mu Zhixi yawned.

She simply found those bizarre gifts unlucky—wine brewed from tormented souls, lamp wicks identical to those in human skin lanterns—the mere thought of them made her nauseous.

However, gifts are gifts, and faith points are faith points.

If those gifts contained something normal, like a spiritual spring, a spiritual plant, or a nice decorative item, she might have reluctantly accepted them.

Mu Zhixi sat down against the stone well, swiped her finger across the panel, and added the [Sanctuary·Myriad Laws Stone Tablet] restock page to her shopping cart.

The stone tablet is broken, the props for setting rules are gone, and if any unexpected problems arise in the qualifying rounds, she'll have to spend more money.

The beam of light for the qualifying rounds rose again, hovering above the crowd.

Mu Zhixi sat on the edge of the well, with no intention of getting up at all.

The beam of light swept across the entire field, hovering over the heads of more than 300 players, and finally landed on an inconspicuous lizardman player.

The arena was quickly set up, and two figures stepped onto it.

Mu Zhixi rested her chin on her hand and watched for a while. Her evaluation of it was just one word: awful.

She turned her gaze back to the panel. The faith value was still jumping, and the survival data in the Blue Star region was booming. The dispatchers on board number 87 were full of energy and didn't even need to report.

It's good and worry-free.

The outcome of the match on the arena was decided, and the pillar of light rose into the sky once again. This time, it circled the crowd three times, bypassing Yuexi, Cangya, and all the other eager and powerful fighters.

Then they dispersed.

[Player 'Eileen Moonsong' received a bye and successfully advanced.]

The venue fell silent for a moment.

【? ? ? 】

[By the bye?]

I'm bad at math, but isn't this probability a bit outrageous?

[What do you mean by outrageous? This is called destiny, don't you understand?]

Mu Zhixi raised an eyebrow.

Lucky me, I saved on summoning fees again.

She glanced at the shop last night and saw that the Sword Immortal form could only be used once. To maintain its prestige, it required a lot of Faith Points to create special effects. The amount of Faith Points she spent was enough to buy half an SS-character pack. She decided to avoid spending money if possible, as it was a virtue of thrift.

Of course, Mu Zhixi can also choose to create the special effects herself, but it's a bit tiring for her hands...