The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

A high-ranking legend codenamed "The Blind One," a figure who rose from humble beginnings as an ordinary raven to become a legendary figure in the upper echelons of the Inquisition.

"See that? Even this one who doesn't like getting involved in these kinds of things has come. Do you think the other legends wouldn't show up?"

Not all legends like to reveal their identities; many of them have hidden identities.

Perhaps they are hiding in the bustling crowd right now, listening to other people's opinions of them.

"This kind of scene is not a good sight for the swordsman."

The big man was tense, feeling both nervous and excited.

Originally, no more than five legends would have participated in this event, but after that news came out, the number of legends present definitely exceeded ten!

Those are ten legends! Any one of them is a terrifying being capable of destroying a small city!

Even if they weren't actually there, it was still a spectacle that was a once-in-a-century event.

Suddenly, a phantom voice rang in everyone's ears...

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of metal hitting the ground came from outside the door, gradually getting closer and clearer.

...What is that?

Almost everyone's eyes were turned toward the only main entrance of the hall, trying to see who was coming from behind the huge iron gate that was several meters high.

They look forward to it.

Even the legendary figures turned their gazes there, silently sensing what was happening.

"........."

Tap, tap, tap...

The footsteps drew closer, but slowly and deliberately, without the slightest sign of panic.

The atmosphere in the hall grew quieter, while the sound of footsteps seemed to turn into an increasingly rapid drumbeat.

Each word struck a chord in the hearts of everyone in the hall.

Finally... da.

The figure stopped at the doorway, just a step away from the hall!

card.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the loud noise completely silenced the noise in the hall.

Light from the outside corridor shone into the somewhat dimly lit hall.

Bathed in this light, a figure backlit slowly walked forward and entered the Hall of Judges.

It also came into the public eye.

A knight dressed in pure white full armor, with a simple longsword at his waist, stood at the doorway, concealing everything.

Amidst the diverse gazes, he slowly surveyed everything in the hall.

Compared to the vast space, he appeared so small.

He was so lonely compared to those who were watching him.

But looking at that figure that exudes strong self-confidence, no one would feel sorry for him.

Because it's not necessary.

Because of his upright posture and his movements.

as……

The king is inspecting his own territory.

---Aside---

That's four thousand for today. I'm going to take a good rest today. If I stay up all night again, I'll quit. ( )

As things stand, my body is perfectly normal, and there are no long-term effects or anything like that.

It's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune; I'll have to work out more in the future.

However, balancing work and writing leaves me with very little time to rest.

It's difficult...

Please save the children.

Chapter 143 Tests and Judgments (6000 words)

Pure white.

The power of light spread and flowed around him, creating a stark contrast with his surroundings.

The existence of the swordsman is like a confrontation with everything around him.

It's like lighting a bright lamp in a pitch-black room, constantly fighting against the darkness.

The feeling of being out of place was incredibly strong.

The pure white full-body armor, adorned with several patterns, adds a touch of glamour to the overall look, transforming it from a simple garment into a more luxurious one.

Not a single inch of skin was exposed; the knight was completely hidden beneath his armor, making it impossible to even discern his gender.

Standing tall, the knight calmly met countless gazes.

The atmosphere in the room began to change.

Everyone in the hall had a very strange feeling.

The knight before them had not spoken a word or revealed anything.

But even from his posture and movements, an attitude was subtly revealed.

indifferent.

He didn't take anyone present seriously.

He treated everyone the same, without distinction.

This indifference can often be described as...

arrogant.

The pure white knight silently surveyed everyone present.

He is asserting his existence in his own way.

Surprisingly, not many people felt any resistance.

It all seemed perfectly natural, without any problems whatsoever.

Because, at this moment, he is a legend.

Even the other legends hidden among the crowd did not speak up immediately.

They were observing and trying to discern the true nature of this knight whose depths were unknown.

However, everyone failed.

They couldn't even see through the knight's disguise!

It was as if shrouded in a layer of mist, and any probing force that landed on it would be completely absorbed.

It was like a giant black hole, devouring all the extending soul power.

Even the power of legend vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Of all the legends, the Blind Man felt this most acutely.

Although he lost his sight, he was able to perceive more than others.

The swordsman is likely wearing some kind of special legendary item, which would be of a high rank even among legendary items.

Not only can it block out gazes, but if you try to spy on it, you will feel a cold gaze return to you.

And that gaze, whether it came from the swordsman or not, had the same cold feeling.

In fact, from his "perspective," the swordsman's existence is a walking void, outlining the shape of a person.

Unfathomable.

Having sensed the unusual nature of the swordsman, the legendary figures all gave up further attempts to probe after failing to gain any insight.

Today is for our first meeting, not to cause conflict.

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The only thing that can be said for sure is that this swordsman truly exudes an aura of legend.

This rookie adjudicator is a legend.

Or rather, he can already relinquish his status as a newcomer.

Even if he participates in any adjudication, and even if he has no corresponding achievements, his status is unmatched by other rookie adjudicators based solely on his strength.

A legendary adjudicator!

However, the legendary figures who are also at the fifth tier will not be intimidated by this title.

Now, it's just a matter of figuring out whether the other party is qualified to be compared to themselves.

Once this is confirmed, there are still many more things to determine.

Wherever there are people, there will be a world of its own.