The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Is this magic? Is it a legendary spell? Is someone going to attack this place?"

"Legendary! Only a legend could do this!!!"

Out of place amidst the surrounding chaos, Ning Feng shook his head slightly after hearing the discussions around him.

legend?

My Shirin is a legend, and you're telling me this one in heaven is too?

I do not believe.

Ning Feng didn't think that his current level of capability was still within the realm of legend.

Is this the existence that stands at the pinnacle of legend?

No, judging from the scene before us, Augustus's strength is definitely more than legendary.

So, beyond the legend?

In addition...

"Could you be the one who's been watching me from behind the scenes all along?"

If it were you, why would you keep staring at me?

What is it about me that attracts you?

While Ning Feng was slightly distracted by his thoughts, he did not notice that a pair of eyes were secretly observing him.

"It really is him, I didn't expect him to participate... but could that person be him?"

Amidst the panicked crowd, a man in a black trench coat quickly regained his composure.

He looked to be under thirty, with deep, dark blue eyes that gave him the appearance of a kind nobleman.

The black, medium-length curly hair did not look messy; it was neatly combed.

Although he was dressed for battle, subtle details about his appearance still revealed thoughtful touches.

The trench coat is made of high-quality material, and after ironing, there are no visible wrinkles, as if it was just ironed and put on immediately.

Even her nails were meticulously manicured, and even the buttons on her trench coat were carefully polished.

He seemed to embody a single philosophy.

elegant.

This is the elegance pursued by the nobility, the ultimate pursuit that everyone yearns for.

This extremely elegant person was secretly spying on Ning Feng's back, a faint doubt in his eyes.

"Was he really the one who did that?"

"But his strength..."

Meanwhile, the tablet that had been tucked away behind the crowd put down its terminal and looked up at the sky with a hint of reverence.

The magic circle did not last long; with its collapse, new changes occurred.

All the changes in the sky vanished, and the only thing that changed was the appearance of a figure.

Floating in the sky was a tall old man holding a staff of withered wood as tall as a person and wearing a magnificent robe.

This is Augustus.

This is the "Grand Master".

One moment he was in the sky, the next he was on the deck of the cruise ship.

"Lord Augustus!"

"Your Excellency, Grand Master!"

"Young man! Old man, you're not dead yet!"

"Your Mightiness!"

The legends who had been watching the spectacle earlier stopped watching for fun and almost everyone stood up the moment the magic circle appeared, bowing slightly to Augustus as he appeared.

Even Aiger, who had just been causing trouble, and Hanci, who was burning with anger, bowed to Augustus together.

The tall old man exuded a powerful aura as fierce as a lion. Judging from his appearance alone, it was hard to imagine that such an old man would be a spellcaster.

Augustus did not ignore the greetings from the legendary figures, but nodded slightly in return, his blue eyes silently sweeping over them.

His expression didn't change much whether he saw that legend or not.

Until he saw that incongruous figure.

"Ok?"

The full-body armor covered every inch of his body, revealing not a single detail, making him look more like a machine than a human.

This is not the most unique place.

The biggest difference was that he did not bow.

He didn't bow, or even nod.

There was neither arrogance nor fear.

He simply looked at Augustus indifferently, as if he were looking at an ordinary person.

!! !! ?

The legends followed Augustus's gaze and saw the swordsman, realizing what he had done earlier...

Originally, many legends favored the Swordsman in the confrontation between the Coldthorn and the Swordsman.

But at this moment, some people's thoughts changed.

Respecting the strong is a principle that must be followed.

And the swordsman was so arrogant.

It's really unpleasant.

Under such circumstances, even the clown-like Duke Hanci seemed to become somewhat endearing.

good chance!

Sensing the change in atmosphere keenly, Grand Duke Hanci didn't miss the opportunity and immediately spoke:

"You rude fellow! How dare you show such disrespect to the Archmage!"

Aiger, who was standing next to him, had just spoken up to stop him, but then suddenly stopped, as if he had seen something he couldn't understand.

Ok?

"You actually...!?"

Turning around, the words that Grand Duke Hanci had prepared caught in his throat, because he saw a scene that made his hair stand on end!

Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, Augustus nodded to the swordsman.

The archmage nodded to the swordsman!

This action was like a heavy slap across Han Ci's face.

how so!?

This was a question that puzzled Grand Duke Hanci, and it was also a source of confusion for others.

They didn't know what it meant.

What exactly is happening in this world?

Why does it feel like it's all reversed?

Did Augustus see through the swordsman's true identity?

Or did they already know each other before?

But in any case, they all understood one thing.

The identity of the Swordholder is more mysterious than they imagined!

The swordsman, seeing Augustus nod, did not continue to ignore him, but after a moment of silence, silently nodded in return.

But the movements didn't look very skillful, as if the person wasn't quite used to them.

The legends, who could no longer comprehend the current situation, remained silent, all waiting for what would happen next.

Now, even if the swordsman and the archmage suddenly started chatting about everyday things, they would no longer be surprised.

Fortunately, things didn't develop in such an outrageous direction.

There were no pleasantries, nor any seemingly plausible but actually riddle-like conversations.

The two stood facing each other like strangers, but their eyes never parted, as if they were constantly sizing each other up.

At this moment, Keynes, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward and respectfully said:

"Your Excellency, the Jasmine family welcomes you."

The archmage shifted his gaze from the swordsman and gave Keynes a soft "hmm."

"Ah."

He went directly to the head seat where Keynes had been sitting and sat down, saying:

"Let's get started. Don't delay any longer."

Keynes nodded slightly, raised his cane slightly, and then struck it downwards.

"As you wish."

winter.

The next moment, the image on the huge light screen changed, and O'Keynes' face appeared on the screen that the contestants were looking at, and also in the eyes of everyone watching.

Keynes' gaze swept over all the contestants, lingering for a moment on his granddaughter, a look that seemed to be a mixture of expectation and helplessness, before finally returning to calm.

The gaunt old man declared to all who were watching:

"Welcome to the Star Chaser competition! We wish you all the best in achieving great results."

"For this edition of 'Star Chaser,' we are honored to have the great Archmage Augustus in attendance."