Chapter 343: Fifth Round
The massive Galaxy Fall Arena trembled for a moment, deep vibrations echoing through the ancient stone as a towering, transparent barrier of concentrated energy rose violently from the ground. The crystalline ward locked into place, flawlessly separating the surviving students from the elite Audience, ensuring the catastrophic crossfire of the final battles wouldn’t decimate the stands.
"Now! Please listen up. The fifth round will have five stages, and it’s an elimination match... The academies will pick six members each to participate in this round... There will only be one winner." Davy said, his voice amplified, and continued:
"Now listen to the rewards for first placeholder." He said, his words instantly shifting the atmosphere, dropping the ambient temperature as sheer, unadulterated anticipation stunned everyone present. Even Mirabella, who usually viewed the rewards with indifference, got entirely serious, her posture straightening.
"The first place winner will gain a full set of God class armor, skill scroll, and a weapon, all God class. Not only that, he or she will also receive one billion gold coins, one million awakening stones, and one million academy points." He said, his words stunning all the students present, including Mirabella.
The silence was deafening. In the progression hierarchy of the three empires, a single God Class artifact could trigger a planetary war. Awakening stones were the fundamental currency for evolving bloodlines—a million of them could forcibly push an entire guild into higher levels.
’A God class skill, that is my target... In my previous life, I was too useless, always hiding behind Ethan, and the others... So I didn’t even get to the fourth round. I will gain this skill scroll in this life, and add to my collection of God class skills.’ Mirabella thought. The dark, pathetic memories of her regression flickered in her mind—the helplessness, the betrayal, the weakness. She banished the ghosts of her past, smoothly moving her long, radiant blue hair off her face, and purposefully styling it into a tight, battle-ready ponytail.
"It seems, Big Sister is serious." Carl whispered, feeling the sudden, suffocating spike in her aura.
"That skill scroll must have gotten her attention... But I need that one billion gold coins." Grace whispered back, her eyes practically turning into golden coin symbols, completely traumatized by her recent financial ruin in the marketplace.
"Yeah, you own me." Carl added, nudging her side, refusing to let the debt go.
"I know that, you don’t have to repeat it."