The fourth bloody round of the Continent Martial Arts Competition on site.

After many matches, the entire venue was splattered with scattered blood.

Sallet held his dual blades, his eyes cold beneath his iron mask, while his opponent had yet to appear.

Glen and Galen were still on the fringes of the bustling audience seats, having spent exorbitantly to pre-book tickets for tomorrow's Stargazing Festival final match.

Relying on Galen's information, Glen, the illegitimate daughter of Doringger, spent lavishly on sports betting, earning sums that cattle and horses would have to work for tens of thousands of years to achieve.

Glen was already a wealthy heiress with a trust fund at the Aran National Bank, but her gambling over the past few days had already surpassed that amount.

Yet she felt it wasn't enough; she needed a commanding army to return to the East Sea, to the unseen homeland.

"Something's strange, Galen, Iron Head and Black Head's fight hasn't started, what's going on..."

Glen was puzzled.

Black Head, Iron Head, Little Sister head, were cute nicknames Glen gave to Executioner, Sallet, and Kai Deng.

The first few rounds were huge wins due to information gaps, with scary odds, but as the competition progressed, these three shone brighter on the arena, and the odds gradually returned to normal.

She still bet heavily on these three, hoping to double her remaining forty thousand Golden Dragons, though Glen was already a veteran gambler and avoided going all-in. With more capital, she understood not to put all eggs in one basket, learned risk hedging, reserved ten thousand Golden Dragons for a comeback, and bet the rest.

Based on Glen's observation, she was also quite impressed by another two competitors: the stateless Gedre and Greenberg of the Southern Continent, who was called the Heavenly Slaughter.

Currently, it seems the Black Iron Little Sister trio's performance was weaker than these two, Gedre's strength not only flew bricks, but his martial skills were frighteningly strong, completely overwhelming all opponents. Greenberg was even more terrifying, using alternate weapons with long and light blades, like a large scythe, thin large tachi, practically human chopper, cutting almost all opponents to pieces instantly.

In the middle section of the audience seats.

"Mu Ran died at the end of last year, truly incredible, I can feel since the beginning of the year, Akasa hasn't done much, the big killer game has ended?"

A priest wearing the Holy Spirit sect robe wasn't focused on the competition.

Eleven years ago, due to a bizarre failure at the underground Dark Matter Research Institute, due to that mysterious wave, visiting students were transferred to the Northern Prison as research materials by magicians from that dimension.

Fortunately, due to an opportunity from Akasa's apprentice negligence, when he approached the fence, five people locked his head and limbs with chains and strangled him to death.

The organizer of this meeting was one among the five, who founded an adventure group in Lostra and registered a board game company in his home country, doing big business, he himself was a Hall-level adventurer, named Lin Jun.

A group of four were alumni, all survived eleven years ago.

Lin Jun had fully adapted to the rhythm of life here, wearing light black armor made of Magic Beast scales, with Magic Pattern Construction, sporting a clean short haircut, and his visage sharp and gaze piercing.

"It's not over, eleven years ago before leaving the big prison, during the escape, I took some of Akasa's experiment logs; we didn't recognize the text when we came, only decrypted it years later.

Akasa's experiments aren't that simple, not only capturing different space-time life as material, but also conducting other studies. You've heard of the Miracle of Suffering, right, known as the only path to deification. Those cult members would seek humans as vessels for divine descent.

Akasa was also conducting similar experiments, we might be potential candidates for these vessels."

Lin Jun said.

"You mean if we hadn't chosen to escape back then, maybe one of us might have become a god?"

The Pedian Atom Heart Church representative, draped in a silver-colored robe with a church emblem of stylized atomic structures.

"More likely we'd all be dead."

A woman in leather armor responded,

Those transferred here were many, some died as materials in the Northern Prison, some died during prison riots, and even more scattered and lost in language barriers, not knowing how many died.

It's conceivable not many survivors remained, let alone those early years under Akasa's hunt, many more died.

Not only due to Mu Ran's group seeking loyalty to Akasa, but Lin Jun's intelligence revealed many hidden organizations maintaining a fate-determined-like order in this world, developing according to a certain script. Akasa apparently struggled with the consequences of these cross-plane variables, which explains the early years' frantic pursuits to kill.

"I never said it was a god's vessel, it could be something else, where's Mo Yutong now?"

Lin Jun asked the Atom Heart Church representative.

For their ability to contact, Mo Yutong was the greatest contributor, leveraging her intelligence network from her former high position in Aran to form such a resistance organization.

However, except for the Atom Heart Church, others held no fondness for Mo Yutong, having not benefited from her, maintaining neutrality and pure interest-based information sharing.

"She's somewhere safe, you don't need to ask."

Atom Heart representative's loyalty to Mo Yutong was maxed out, treating her as Heavenly Mother wasn't overdone.

A female reporter broadcasted through loudspeaker with a loud voice.

"Contestant number 114, due to sudden illness, is being rescued, withdrew from the competition, bets on contestant 114 and contestant 777 will be fully refunded."

After these words, the entire arena was in uproar.

But such incidents were not rare in the Continent Martial Arts Competition, there were many martial arts enthusiasts wanting to claim the number one champion position over these nine days, bodies unable to hold on yet forcing themselves, and pre-match injuries were understandable.

Ghost-eyed Mad Saber Sallet had a pass this round.

Lin Jun wasn't concerned about the match, he hadn't disclosed the entire experiment log content to them.

He felt older, converting age from Earth, those accidentally brought here, must be at least thirty-three or thirty-four years old.

On Earth, without extraordinary strength, and driven by the Matthew Effect, turning the tide was difficult.

Here, flipping the tide didn't mean buying the top-floor suite in a world-class CBD with money for sports cars; although that's hard, for those with wisdom and charisma, there's still opportunity.

He sought organ matching when problems arose, stem cell transplants to extend life, wielding authority and controlling life and death, that's what counted.

Now, under the guise of a card game company, his gambling and loan business was flourishing nationwide in Lostra, surpassing the reach of ordinary folks.

But he felt his aging, knowing he'd eventually lose everything in hand.

Lin Jun didn't view it as greed, but as everyone's desire, immortality, requiring a reevaluation of the experimental value of Akasa's research.

"Though you're discreet, many ports along Narrow Sea have my company and spies; I know of shipments to Heaven Port, Mo Yutong is now with Liszt."

Lin Jun furrowed his brow, originally thinking he reached the pinnacle within their group, but there was still competition, Liszt was one of them.

"Then what?"

Atom Heart Church representative asked.

"We should collaborate when possible, share intelligence."

Lin Jun calmly replied, hoping to contact Liszt today, the main purpose of this meeting.

On the other side of the audience seats.

Glen was at a loss, intending to make big profits today, but no matter, Iron Head and Little Sister head were still fighting the fourth round.

"I have something to do, stepping out, meet at the usual place later."

"What's more important than the Continent Martial Arts Competition! You can't leave!"

Glen already regarded Galen as her advisor, attributing the several ten thousand Golden Dragons to his strategy and efforts.

"Don't pry, kid."

Galen flicked Glen's forehead, repeatedly deciding.

After learning yesterday Glen was the daughter of the former East Sea King, he didn't intend to tell Liszt; cutting the grass and pulling the roots, Liszt might just kill her.

But over this past week, he had developed some camaraderie with this little girl.

Things were becoming uncontrollable; the more money Glen had, the stronger her revenge flames burned, how could he, an outsider, extinguish them.

Just notifying Liszt, Liszt had a large following at the adventurer's guild base level, Galen was also among Liszt's male fan-dead.

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