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

I was truly terrified. In this sir's mind, an S-rank of less than 10,000 probably wasn't a big deal at all...

The skull-stitching ghost was completely dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing for a long time, but he didn't know how to respond.

"Just a few reserve knight squads, and the royal court sent less than ten thousand people." These two sentences, put together, didn't sound like an invitation to watch a spectacle at all; they sounded more like a warning to prepare for their doom…

If I actually go, is there any risk of me coming back alive?

They were probably shattered into pieces by the aftershocks of the battle between the Holy Land and the Royal Court.

The stage manager next to him had his head down, and in his faceless head, he was rapidly calculating.

The entire management team of the Hunting Game, including him, Lord Skull Stitcher, and those in charge of logistics, can't even gather ten S+ level administrators at most.

According to His Majesty's statement, a few reserve teams from the Sanctuary could easily dismantle and rebuild this entire venue, and even have plenty of manpower left to help with the cleanup.

And such a large-scale operation is still considered small-scale.

After a brief pause in thought, the man who stitched up the skull finally began to work again. He hesitated for a long time before cautiously asking:

"Your Majesty, if we are going to watch the match, is there anything we need to prepare?"

That's exactly what I've been waiting for! Mu Zhixi thought to herself.

What are you preparing?

Of course, you should prepare the ticket money!

It would be best to help her promote it further, filling the Red Moon Church instance with players and monsters from various worlds. The more people there are, the more faith points they will gain.

Once she has enough faith points, she can create dozens of fake accounts from the group purchase and stand them in both camps. The scene will naturally unfold.

However, she had to get these guys to willingly offer up their faith points, and make them so grateful that they felt she had given them a tremendous opportunity.

"No need to prepare." Perhaps because the silver-haired elf had been mentioned earlier, the beauty seemed a bit more lively than before, and she spoke after a while.

In the early stages of starting up Sanctuary, we don't discriminate based on resumes!

But these words only made the skull-stitching man more nervous.

They didn't want any offerings, props, or even a single requirement regarding strength.

Could it be that... the Sanctuary doesn't care at all what they can bring?

That seems to be true.

In the words of His Majesty himself: The Lord does not care.

The Lord might not even care about the Empire, so how could he possibly care about these few ordinary little monsters?

The craniotomy man gave a bitter laugh to himself.

For a top-tier force where even the lowest-ranking soldiers are S-level, their resources in the hunting game are simply insignificant. Going there would probably just be a way to get some kills and experience what it's like for gods to fight.

Mu Zhixi was quite satisfied with her statement.

This statement is both offensive and defensive.

If you went, it means you were destined to meet; if you didn't go, it means you weren't capable. If you died on the battlefield along the way, it can only be said that you weren't destined to meet. In short, it has nothing to do with her as the guide.

"Understood!" The Skull Stitcher interpreted it in a completely different way. It suddenly looked up, and its face, made up of countless skulls, revealed a hint of ecstatic joy, as if it had attained enlightenment.

"I will keep my men in check and prevent them from disturbing the slumber of the esteemed lords of the Holy Land."

Mu Zhixi: "..."

What do you understand?

She was hoping that the hunting game could bring her some traffic and some high-quality "leeks" (victims/experts) over. What's the point of restricting her subordinates? If no one comes over, where will she harvest faith points?

The plan has changed.

Mu Zhixi could only sigh inwardly, but still added a sentence without showing any emotion on her face.

"There is no need for restraint. The Sanctuary never asks where the lamb comes from, nor will it reject those who have lost their way."

The beauty spoke casually, even tilting her head slightly as if considering how to choose her words.

"Whether it's the players, or you all."

The strange creatures were all taken aback. What did that mean? They... could also join the Holy Domain?

Wait, did I hear that right? Does that mean the leader of the hunting game can also enter the Sanctuary?

If we meet again in the future, will we be colleagues?

[The person upstairs is overthinking it. They're in the management of a six-star dungeon, starting at S-rank. If you, a C-rank player, went in, you'd at most be responsible for cleaning the floor.]

[What's wrong with cleaning? They're cleaning staff, they're cleaning staff of the Sanctuary too!]

[Yes, the Sanctuary's cleaning service is abbreviated as Sanctuary. Cleaning is cleaning, and Sanctuary is Sanctuary. These two are not to be confused, understand?]

Although Mu Zhixi couldn't see the comments, she could clearly see that her faith value had increased significantly on her panel.

Several free six-star dungeon staff members have been acquired.

Just as Mu Zhixi was figuring out how to maximize the use of this free labor force, she noticed that although the faces of the Skull Stitchers were filled with ecstasy, there seemed to be a lingering fear of the small-scale battle between their brows.

Mu Zhixi thought seriously for a while: Could it be that there was a problem with her description just now?

The beautiful woman tapped her slender fingers lightly on the table, looking thoughtful. Then, as if she had finally figured something out, she added a sentence in a low voice.

"Actually, this can't be considered small-scale."

Upon hearing this, the few eerie creatures in the Stitching Skull finally felt relieved.

They said, how could a battle involving thousands of S-class fighters be considered small-scale!

It is worth noting that we cannot push them too hard now. After a moment of consideration, Mu Zhixi decided to raise the bar a little higher.

So, under everyone's gaze, the beauty on the sofa raised her hand to support her chin, tilting her head slightly. Her body seemed inherently weak, and in this somewhat dim environment, she exuded a lazy and weary quality.

Before they could even catch their breath, the beauty added another sentence.

"Based on past experience, this should only be considered minor, or rather, a small skirmish."

Several eerie minds were left with only a blank.

[May I ask about the celestial palaces?]...It's dark! No, it's never been light!

Now no one dared to speak. If it were someone else, they might have thought they were just putting on airs.

But the one before us is someone even the gods admire and favor.

The key point is that the deity practically had the word "favoritism" engraved in the sky, almost declaring sovereignty, but the beauty before her seemed completely oblivious.

How could someone so utterly ignorant about matters of love possibly lie?

She even needs to ask others what love is.

Thinking about it this way, that minor friction just now, given Her Majesty's personality, might actually have been a conservative conclusion she reached after careful consideration.

Mu Zhixi glanced at the live stream and found that the players were still having a heated discussion about whether she was an NPC or not.

She resisted the urge to immediately reveal her information and scare these naive players, deciding instead to reveal it little by little, slowly but surely, and scare them a few more times.

Yes, she's such a kind soul.

And so, as everyone could see, the beauty unveiled a completely new piece of information, one that was enough to shake the entire eerie world...