The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

The person who started all this, the old man from Jaslin's family, returned to his usual demeanor, calmly and elegantly nodding as he looked at the light screen.

"That's the current situation,"

"The entire Star Chasing Land is shrouded in a huge domain, and every participant is a guest who has come to participate."

"And the impact they receive is the price they have to pay for this feast."

Red-Haired Legend's brows furrowed; he truly hadn't expected the truth to be like this.

Sitting in a corner, Grand Duke Hanci, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke calmly:

"In other words, because the number of people has decreased, each person will naturally receive more."

"But why is it that the powerful ones can't withstand it? Is there some hidden rule behind this?"

Logically speaking, even if it's an average score, it should be the weaker contestants who can't handle it.

“Duke Hanci, this is not a hidden rule, it is just the host of the banquet’s rules. He believes that the powerful will naturally bear more responsibility, whether they like it or not.”

With a furrowed brow, Han Ci ultimately refrained from asking further questions and fell silent, lost in thought.

"The contestants will eventually discover the problems, and then they will face a choice."

"There is only one [Star Chaser], and they must eliminate the others to win."

"But at the same time, the fewer participants there are, the fewer people share the burden, and the greater the pressure they bear."

It's like a paradox.

The prerequisite for victory is that enough people share the impact, but in the end there can only be one winner.

how to choose?

"How they will choose at that time will be the biggest point of interest."

"The biggest highlight of our Star Chaser competition is observing their genuine reactions when they are unaware of the situation."

His emotions became unusually high, and the old man snapped the gold coin into his hand, raising both arms:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please look forward to that moment!"

Behind him, the number of light screens continued to decrease, and every moment a contestant faced a choice.

Soon, as if nothing had happened, Keynes quickly regained his composure and bowed slightly to the legends.

"Please have some cake first."

With an elegant smile, Keynes added, with an ambiguous tone:

"Please rest assured, you are all distinguished guests, so it's alright if there are any left over."

"Please take the portion you wish to try."

Instead of rushing forward immediately, Red-Haired Legend, who intuitively sensed something was amiss, pondered for a moment.

Hmm... never mind, I can't think of anything.

In the end, they chose to give up, opting for the fastest way to get a solution.

He nudged his friend beside him lightly and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, what do you think?"

But this time, the legend of blue eyes did not respond to his friend. He frowned, already thinking of a somewhat unrealistic possibility.

[Dark Ages], [Ancient Creatures], [Awakened Ones], [Ordinary People], and — [Gods].

What banquet host...

That clearly means the character of "deity" was not explicitly mentioned!

This land of stargazing is clearly a microcosm of a dark age!

"But by doing this, Jaslin's family is clearly ruining the reputation they've built up in the competition, and even aggravating their injuries."

"Is this sensational topic all they're after?"

He doesn't think Keynes would really take such a risk just to gain popularity from a single match, as he claims.

There must be a deeper purpose behind this.

"And most importantly, who will play the role of the deity?"

"Who has the courage? Who is qualified?"

The boy's eyes narrowed as he suddenly thought of a possibility that sent chills down his spine.

goo.

He swallowed hard, then glanced discreetly at the most likely candidate: Augustus, who was unusually present at the competition.

"No way……"

That's the identity of a deity.

Could it be that they're trying to get involved in that field?

The realm of the gods!

!

!

Suddenly, the blue-eyed legend felt a chill run down his spine, clearly sensing that he was being watched.

He was met with a pair of blue eyes.

……

……

Carrying the unconscious Fran, Shirin went to the top of a tall tower and threw her to the ground.

"...That king, his strength is very strange."

"He possesses legendary power, but his understanding is limited to that of mortals, and he is unfamiliar with the battles of awakened beings."

"In terms of combat strength, he is stronger than a fourth-tier fighter, but weaker than a true legend."

Shirin's intention with that lightning spear was more to strike, not to actually kill Reinhard.

However, she really didn't expect that the other party would not dodge at all and would directly choose to take the hit with their bare hands.

"Is he trying to die? This world is strange in every way."

"Moreover, this feeling of being watched is getting stronger and stronger."

It wasn't the feeling of being watched by magic; she knew that the Starchaser's audience was observing her every move through that feeling.

The gaze that made her uncomfortable...

From the sky.

Behind layers of dark clouds, a gaze silently looks down.

No, this gaze has been there from the very beginning!

No matter what she was doing, whether she was a maid in a dark secret room or in the corridors of the palace, that gaze never left her.

It's just that this feeling has become stronger over time.

"What exactly is this...?"

The feeling of being watched was uncomfortable, and after a moment of contemplation, Shirin used a spell.

A hazy mist formed around us, obscuring everything, and the feeling of being spied on gradually subsided.

boom!

Turning her head to look at the highest point of the palace, Shirin could vaguely see the flames of the battle that had broken out.

"Huh? Another person is fighting with him?"

Although the two forces were not clearly distinguishable, they did not seem to be significantly different...

"Who could it be? The contestants aren't strong enough, so could it be another legend from this world?"

That's how it should be, but what is this feeling of familiarity...?

There shouldn't be any acquaintances there, right?

"It couldn't be Ning Feng, could it?"

Suddenly realizing what she'd just said, Xilin shook her head and smiled, then said self-deprecatingly:

What are you thinking about?

It seems I've been worrying too much, and even this kind of thing makes me think of him.

"Ning Feng, where are you? I miss you a little..."

With a sigh, Shirin lamented:

Even if he acts impulsively, Ning Feng would be no match for that king.

"Besides, he has never been the impulsive type."

……

……

"Hahahaha!"

"fighting!"

Roaring, Lai Enhart slammed his greatsword down on Ning Feng.

"Tsk... I say, hasn't your personality changed quite a bit?"

With a flap of his bat wings, Ning Feng swiftly dodged Enhart's attack in mid-air, looking at the charging skeleton warrior with a somewhat speechless expression.

That's not right!

Weren't you just begging to die?

Why are you acting like an excited berserker now?

This doesn't make sense, does it?