Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

Ansag of the Crown took a deep breath.

Although he said that, he was actually a little unsure of himself, as he was only at level 100.

If he is really targeted by the chosen champion, can he really survive?

No, he'll probably die even faster than Betka.

"strength……"

The two priests exchanged a glance, and both saw the longing in each other's eyes.

It is precisely because they are aware of their own weakness that they yearn endlessly for that strength.

They have never thirsted for power so much.

So, as the organizers of various competitions, the two of them embezzled for the first time the food that was supposed to be given as prizes by God.

However, even if they gain power, they still need to wait. Although the food given by the gods can indeed give them experience, the amount they can consume is ultimately limited. They still need to wait for the food given by the gods to be fully digested before they can continue to absorb new experience.

The sun god Ujat was waiting, as was the fully armed Dui, the two priests, and even the law enforcement teams and the temporarily conscripted imperial troops were all waiting for the arrival of the chosen champions.

However, those chosen champions never came.

As for why...

"The level is too low!"

After just one glance from afar, the chosen champions hiding in the shadows shook their heads repeatedly.

They were initially quite interested in the giant serpent coiled outside the city, as it seemed to possess some strength—but the moment the serpent's level came into view, these chosen champions completely lost interest in it.

Although it's a special profession, it's only level one, so even if you win, you won't gain much experience.

On the contrary, the eagle-headed birdman who turned into a thin sheet looked to be of a good level, almost reaching level 200. If given another chance, this birdman might actually have a chance to be noticed by the God of Courage. However, it is clear that this birdman has no chance. Just by looking at the way he is lying on the ground, you can tell that this birdman only has a high level and can't actually do anything.

As for the rest of the people... needless to say, their levels are not even as high as this birdman's, they can't be considered strong at all.

"So... where exactly is this fluctuation coming from?"

At this moment, even the chosen champions were filled with confusion.

They sensed that there were many beings of extremely high level on this planet, so they came here specifically. On one hand, they naturally wanted to gain experience, but more importantly, they wanted to challenge the strong and prove their bravery to the God of Courage.

But now...

What about the strong?

Where is that extremely powerful expert who deserves their attention and is worth fighting?

"I found it!"

At that very moment, a champion warrior suddenly raised his hand.

"Right over there!"

Several champion warriors quickly looked in that direction, only to see a thin, withered old man sitting there, looking drowsy, actually dozing off.

"This……"

The champion warriors were immediately confused.

Judging from their appearance, they could probably crush them on the spot with a flick of their fingers. But can such ant-like figures really be considered strong?

However, as they continued watching, these champion warriors were stunned.

This was because the old man had a terrifyingly high level of 335 marked above his head.

【Level: 335】

[Occupation: Cooking wheat rice]

Chapter 199 What Champion Are You?

Beneath the shadow of the giant serpent, the sun god Ujat still awaits the arrival of the chosen champions.

A champion is a champion because he is number one, and a chosen one is a chosen one because only the strongest can receive the attention of the God of Courage. The arrival of dozens of chosen champions on this planet means that this planet will inevitably be thrown into chaos because of these chosen champions.

These supreme beings pay no attention to anything else; they fight single-mindedly until the very end, until they become the strongest on this planet.

It means that the strongest on this planet, not the strongest among the chosen champions, will also become the nourishment for these chosen champions to determine the winner.

"At least for now, this ancient serpent has defeated me..."

Although the sun god Ujat was reluctant to admit it, it was clear that this evil ancient serpent was indeed the strongest being in his knowledge.

This also means that the evil ancient serpent will inevitably be torn to pieces by those chosen champions.

Of course, every strongman has many vassals, and when these strongmen face a life-or-death crisis, it is a catastrophic disaster for those vassals as well. Therefore, these chosen champions are often given names such as cruel and tyrannical, and wherever they go, bloodshed and carnage follow.

"As for now... they should have already started preparing for battle, right?"

At that moment, the sun god Ujat seemed to hear the sound of the chosen champions drawing their blades.

……

In a remote village on the outskirts of the city, several champion warriors had already drawn their longswords in the face of a supreme expert of level 335.

The old longsword was thick and mottled with bloodstains, a testament to its many battles, bloody marks that could not be erased no matter how well it was maintained. The murderous aura emanating from the sword alone was enough to terrify anyone.

The old man who was dozing off was naturally startled awake by the murderous intent. He trembled so badly that he wet himself on the spot.

This caused the champion warriors to exchange glances instinctively.

Judging from this wretched state... is this really a world-renowned powerhouse with a level of over 300?

"He might be hiding himself."

The champion warriors made this judgment based on their trust in that level of achievement.

Of course, it's also possible that the old man is truly weak—after all, some ordinary races are indeed like that; even if they were powerful in their youth, they couldn't escape the aging and decline that comes with age.

However, it can’t hurt to test the waters, since it’s just a matter of saying a few words anyway.

"Hey, old man."

Thinking this, the leading champion warrior opened with a provocative remark.

"Look at you, you're such a useless piece of trash, you really think you're over level 300?"

"……Um?"

Upon hearing that there were over 300 levels, the old man, who had just been terrified, suddenly had a glint in his eye.

Yes, if it really came down to a fight, let alone his current self, even his younger self wouldn't be able to defeat these terrifying giants—not to mention their exaggerated armor, those blood-stained blades alone would be enough to chop him to pieces.

But if we're talking about his skill level of over three hundred...

He had absolute confidence only in this matter.

The first time he cooked wheat porridge was when he was five years old. He was still young then, and his mother taught him how to cook it so that he could send it to his father who was working in the fields. From that time on, he had already fallen in love with the taste of wheat porridge. Although city people would certainly think that this food was too coarse, this simple flavor contained traces that could only be found in his hometown.

After that, he would cook wheat rice every day for himself, his family, his coworkers, and his guests... day after day, without stopping.

He had lived like this for a full eighty-five years.

Some people give up wheat rice and choose to eat rice, while others choose to eat meat after they become successful. But he has always been eating the wheat rice he cooks himself, right up to this day.

After his grandsons brought him the so-called levels and experience, he was finally able to see the true extent of the eighty-five-year bond between himself and Maifan.

"It's not over three hundred levels, it's three hundred and thirty-five levels, three hundred and thirty-five levels of wheat rice cooking."

The old man glanced at the several heavily armored giants in front of him, just as he would glance at the diners who used to come to him for meals.

"Would you like to try my cooking?"

"This……"

For a moment, these champion warriors were stunned and speechless.

The terrifying pressure brought by level 335 was revealed at this moment. It was an absolute level suppression, a difference of more than 100 levels. Just when the cooking of wheat rice was mentioned, they actually felt the aura of that peerless powerhouse.

"This confidence...is not something you can fake!"

The champion warriors exchanged glances, then clenched their fists and strode forward.

Even if it's a level 335 powerhouse, it doesn't matter. As champions of the God of Courage, they will never back down!

"Just try it!"

Sheathing their swords, the champion warriors stood solemnly.

"Show me what you've got!"

"Ah."

Facing several champion warriors, the old man, who had just been almost scared to death, even sneered.

If they really made a move, he would definitely kneel down to these giants on the spot, but right now these giants just want to eat the food he cooked... so there's really nothing to be afraid of.

This is his area of ​​expertise, his absolute advantage, and he has honed his skills in it for a full eighty-five years.

Just like now, with these champion warriors standing right in front of him, he already knows exactly what kind of food each of them should eat.

So, after an hour of busy work, a large pot of wheat porridge was placed in front of these champion warriors.

"eat!"

Several champion warriors took off their helmets.

Even if poison is put in the wheat rice, it doesn't matter, because this is not just about eating; it's a battle of wills and a clash of courage!

They didn't even use the spoons, since they were too small for them; they simply reached out and stuffed handfuls of wheat porridge into their mouths.

As they continued to choke, these once fierce and intimidating champion warriors found themselves unconsciously shedding tears.

They all came from different worlds and different planets. Some of them had never even eaten wheat rice before, let alone tasted it. But the moment the wheat rice entered their mouths, as they chewed on the lingering aroma of wheat, they all thought of their hometowns without prior agreement.

When was the last time I ate something from my hometown?

They thought that way subconsciously.

But then they realized that they would probably never taste that familiar flavor of home again, since when they became champion warriors, their so-called hometown had already been reduced to ashes by their blades.

That's why they shed tears.

It seems to be because of wheat rice, it seems to be because of my hometown, and it seems to be because of my past self and those old times that can never be returned to.

"So...so strong!"

The leading champion warrior wiped away his tears, even though the spikes on his gauntlets had almost torn his face apart.

"I, the Chosen Champion Elias, hereby acknowledge that you are indeed a true powerhouse."

Without a doubt, this is a form of admitting defeat, especially for these champion warriors who are always striving to be the strongest. Admitting defeat is more cruel than killing them.

However, losing is losing, and admitting defeat is also a kind of courage.

After all, only by facing failure can we become stronger.

"But what I have is really nothing."

Faced with the praise from the champion warriors, the old man remained calm and unperturbed.

If he were twenty, he might have been overjoyed; if he were thirty, he might have smiled and responded; if he were forty, he would have expressed his humility; if he were fifty, he would have asked these people if they wanted another bowl—and even recently, when faced with such flattery, he actually felt a little pleased.

However, for him now, such praise means nothing.

After all, it was just recently.

He truly saw the higher mountains.

"What I have is really nothing, just ordinary wheat rice."

The old man looked up at the sky, his eyes showing a hint of bewilderment.

"The roasted meat bestowed by the Serpent God... You'll know once you've tasted those divine gifts."

"That is the true peak."

Chapter 200 Let's Compare

Outside the city of Tatunbto, Dui and the sun god Ujat were waiting.

The sun god Ujat was waiting for the heavenly soldiers to save him, waiting for the chosen champions to descend from the sky and tear the evil ancient serpent to pieces, while Du Yi was waiting, waiting to take action against those aliens.