Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"Where are the people we sent? Why haven't we heard from them yet?"

"What? There's no news from anyone who went there?"

"Quickly, ask the chairman to investigate the situation!"

"..."

Various messages circulated within the committee, causing great anxiety and panic among countless people present.

There's no news of anyone from the past; that sounds terrifying.

The League Committee Chairman, Adrian, had a somber expression as he walked through the hotel where one of the Imperial contestants was staying.

A fifth-tier mage inside greeted them, "So it's President Adrian. The security in your Northern Alliance is truly appalling. Apart from me, all of us contestants have been given a sedative. I wonder if President Adrian has anything to say?"

Adrian looked at the other person and said grimly, "Take me to see him, thank you."

The fifth-tier mage shrugged and turned to walk inside.

Adrian followed.

The fifth-tier mage pointed to the purple liquid on the ground in front of a room: "See that? Last night, I wonder which 'friend' graced us with their presence and brought us sweet dreams."

Adrian said in a deep voice, "I will investigate this matter. Now, I ask for your help to awaken these athletes."

The fifth-tier mage said, "I haven't found a good way to wake them up. The only way is to collect this unknown potion and avoid its continued effects. Maybe then they will wake up."

Adrian looked at the other person, thought for a moment, and ultimately didn't utter a curse.

He said calmly, "Other sorcerers can't get in anymore. I would appreciate it if you could help me collect all these potions and wake up the contestants as soon as possible so they can return to the competition. This is what you and I care about most."

The fifth-tier mage snorted coldly and did not refute.

If we look at it closely, he also bears some responsibility. After all, he was in charge of keeping an eye on these contestants, and they caused trouble right under his nose, which he only discovered the next day.

Fortunately, he started by attacking Adrian first, otherwise he felt he would definitely lose face.

After collecting all the potions from the entire building, they quickly noticed that the fourth-level instructor was the first to regain consciousness, followed by all the contestants.

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll leave the rest to you all. I won't bother you any longer. Get back on the field as soon as possible. The situation is special today, and the league committee is willing to give you a little extra time."

The fifth-tier mage chuckled coldly.

If you're so capable, then just declare them the losers.

Of course, he only thought this to himself. Although he was dissatisfied with the league committee, he still had to give them some face. Otherwise, if they really did that, he couldn't do anything to them.

……

Adrian traveled to several regions,

Finally arriving at the area where the Ishtar Empire was located, he was slightly taken aback to find it deserted. Without having time to think further, he immediately rushed back to the arena.

After arriving at the venue, he stood in the center of the committee's position, and his voice resounded throughout the venue: "The competition has encountered some problems. We have found out that there was an accident when we told everyone the competition time yesterday, which caused many participating teams to receive the wrong competition time. We have already expelled the temporary members involved."

"Please rest assured, this was purely an accident. We are not so heartless as to immediately award a loss to everyone. We will give them time to return and will postpone the match by one hour to reflect the warmth and friendship of the league..."

It's impossible to declare a loss.

Otherwise it will explode.

Before long, a large number of people rushed in from outside the arena; they were all contestants who had learned about the 'wrong competition time' from Adrian.

It seemed as if this was just a mistake by a temporary worker; after the authorities issued an explanation and investigation documents, nothing more was done.

The match, which had been delayed for almost an hour, finally began.

But doubts remained in Adrian's mind.

What exactly is that medicine?

Who exactly administered the drug?

Why were only the Ishtar participants unharmed?

Regardless of Adrian's thoughts, the outcome was ultimately linked to the Ishtar Empire.

But it was match time, so Adrian had to suppress his doubts.

If there's anything, ask them in person after the match.

All the clues pointed to the Ishtar Empire, but the leads were too easy for Adrian to accept.

If it really was the Ishtar Empire that did it, why would they do it so brazenly?

Such a large number of people "sleeping in" doesn't help the athletes in Ishtar, since this kind of event postpones the competition.

Therefore, it's highly unlikely that it was done by the Ishtar Empire. If the other party was after the trophy, they would at most have secretly drugged the seeded team's competitors, which would be a more normal scenario.

Now, this unfolds...

Two words popped into Adrian's mind—

paganism.

"Such blatant trouble-making can only be the work of heretics. There's only one possibility: Ishtar wants to..."

Even Adrian, a fifth-tier mage, shuddered at the thought of that situation.

"They're still worshipping those worthless gods, and with the Holy Court and the Royal Family constantly embroiled in internal strife, how could they possibly have the resources to wage war?"

Unless Ishtar wanted to continue splitting into six empires, Adrian couldn't see any reason why they would do so.

As for heretics, they don't need a reason; they do what they want.

But this simple act of letting everyone sleep an extra hour...

What kind of heresy would be so boring?

As he watched the game, Adrian pondered the bizarre incident.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind: "Let the league handle it. What business is it of mine, a league committee member, to concern myself with heretics?"

He shook his head, sent the message to the Alliance Center, and then stopped paying attention to the matter.

"Perhaps it's just a prank by some legendary sorcerer."

He comforted himself in his heart.

What he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

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Chapter 307 Even Tonics Can Be Poison

The third day of the competition went smoothly. The Saintess team was lucky. Apart from the team that had a "bye" yesterday and whose true strength was unknown, today's team was about the same as the team on the first day, or even worse.

Because today's opponent comes from a small principality, just here to broaden their horizons.

After winning 3-0, their match came to a temporary end. The next matches were those where they had lost one or two matches. They would need to play for two more days, followed by a few days of rest before the round of 32 to 16 matches.

At this moment, because of what happened this morning, Celia is more concerned about something else than the situation of her opponent.

"Has the league committee blamed Ista for this?"

You can't ask that question directly.

The day after the match, Celia took a stroll around Costa City and bought several newspaper reports to read.

These newspapers all expressed skepticism about the league committee's explanation, and as Celia had predicted, some newspapers questioned whether the Ishtar players had "overslept" and demanded a response from the Ishtar team.

Unfortunately, neither the Northern League nor the Ishtar team gave a direct response, simply saying they overslept.

Aside from a few unlucky teams who overslept and raised questions the next day, hoping for a rematch, the other teams didn't say anything.

"I don't know what the league committee is planning to do, but people outside are starting to speculate. However, apart from those who trust the committee and those who question Ishtar, why is no one suspecting heretical activities?"

Celia was very puzzled.

"What exactly does this heretical sect want to do?"

Ross laughed and said, "It's easy to find out their purpose. Next time they make a move, just capture their people."

Celia nodded: "Yes, as long as we catch the mastermind, we can find the answer, but..."

The girl hesitated.

If I take action myself, won't people say that I'm causing trouble wherever I go?

If I pretend I don't see it, ignore it, and let a high-level mage take care of it if the sky falls, and become invisible, I can get rid of this suspicion... right?

"Go ahead and arrest me. If I make a choice against my conscience based on this opinion, am I still myself?"

Celia made her decision and prayed to Ross: "My God..."

"Ah."

Before Celia could utter her prayer, Ross hummed in agreement, interrupting her.

"hey-hey!"

……

The entire group overslept on the second day. On the surface, nothing seemed to happen, but secretly, someone seemed to be investigating, which led to two consecutive days of quiet and nothing taking place.

Once the team matches were all over and everyone turned their attention to the individual matches, the clandestine operation resurfaced.

Late that night, Celia was awakened by Ross while she was sleeping.

The girl woke up groggily and it took her a while to recover.

"Have they finally made their move?"

Celia yawned as she got out of bed, splashed water on her face, changed her clothes with her eyes closed, and quietly left the room.

Ross said, "They might use a new drug; keep an eye out for it."

Celia nodded. "I've mastered the dream magic Lord Ross taught me, and I can at least resist its aftereffects. I just don't know what new potion they're going to use..."

Ross transmitted a coordinate to Celia's mind and said, "Go and see for yourself."

Celia left the hotel and ran quickly toward her destination.

Before long, she saw a large building appear in front of her.

"This looks like... where the Northern League's own contestants live?"

Ross nodded and smiled, "Let's help the Northern Alliance solve this problem this time. Our strength is limited, so the other empires' contestants are on their own."

"Will they go to the hotel where Ishtar is staying?" Celia asked doubtfully.

Ross said, "I will go. I'll give you two choices: resolve the issue with the Northern League players and then find out the truth of the matter, or go back and help Ishtar resolve the issue of the players being drugged. The latter will cause you to miss the opportunity to track them down."

Celia hesitated for a moment, then said, "I choose the first one. Instead of reacting to their moves, let's just find their stronghold and wipe them out in one fell swoop. As long as Ishtar's players are poisoned, so be it. As long as it's not a life-threatening poison, we can accept anything else."

After saying that, Celia quietly entered the hotel.

The events of the past two days required staff to be stationed at the hotel, but their presence was practically nonexistent. Under Ross's guidance, Celia moved through the area as if it were deserted.

Soon, she arrived at the door of the first room that had been drugged.

A dark purple liquid was seeping into the crack of the door.

As she inhaled the smell of the evaporating liquid, Celia felt somewhat disoriented.

Everything around us gradually became dreamlike.

But the next second, this feeling disappeared.

Because Ross had kicked her out of physical control, she sensed through mental connection that Ross was using a strange spell.

Ross's voice came through: "Their new potion is actually a kind of potion that can nourish mental power, called Dream Potion. It usually needs to be used in conjunction with the dream spell [Dream Blessing]. After breathing in this potion, the mind will enter a dreamlike state. If you do not choose to use [Dream Blessing] at this time, but instead go to sleep, you will have a good dream, the kind that will move you a lot when you wake up. As you dream, the potion's effects will subside, waiting for the use of [Dream Blessing]."

"If you use other spells instead of [Dream Blessing] when you use magic later, it will also trigger the potency of the Dream Elixir, allowing your mental energy to enter a dreamlike scene until the potency is exhausted."

"Simply put, it means being unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and not knowing whether you are dreaming or awake."

Celia was slightly taken aback. "Triggered when using magic... The contestants only use magic during the competition, so that means..."

Rose smiled slightly, "Yes, if one side gets hit and the other doesn't, the result will be a complete rout, it all depends on who can withstand the attack first and launch a counterattack."

Celia thought for a moment and felt that another problem might arise: "If they do it more discreetly this time, the contestants might not even notice and just think they've been hit by the opponent's spell."

Ross said, "Only the contestants would think that way. As a heretic, what kind of heretic would it be if it didn't make a big show of itself?"

As he spoke, Ross finished operating the system and returned control of the body to Celia.