Chapter 268

4.

From level 200 onwards, even a city-level event was practically a festival.

This event hosted by the Serul Magic Tower in Septem Arcana was no different.

It wasn't just their festival.

It was a festival for everyone who loved Eternal World.

This was because events hosted by NPCs like this were also broadcast by Eternal World.

This allowed lower-level users to enjoy it as well.

Thanks to this, the users, who now had more to enjoy, couldn't help but be in a good mood.

Whenever there was an event, the message boards would be flooded.

[Title - Anyone forming a party for the tournament at the Magic Tower?]

[Author: DealsWithShield]

『This one's pretty serious lol

Heard NPC teams can participate if their level is high enough?

lol gonna be so fun.』

[PoisonAndRun: lol tbh I don't watch the major guild lives?]

└[DealsWithShield(Author): Are you... broke?]

└[PoisonAndRun: a real smack talker;;]

Unlike the major guild lives, the ones broadcast by Eternal World could be watched for free.

It was bound to be popular.

Moreover, the quality was quite similar to the lives produced by major guilds.

In terms of cost-effectiveness, users couldn't help but go crazy for it.

As a result, this event in Septem Arcana was bound to attract a lot of attention.

The fact that the infamous party 'Forbiddens' was joining also played a part.

But the fact that NPCs could also participate in this event was another factor.

[Title - Who do you think will win this time?]

[Author: PotionHoarder]

『Heard NPCs are participating too?

Then couldn't there be guys stronger than the Forbiddens?』

[IEatTheHeals: Nah, no way. NPCs are surprisingly weak for their level.]

[LegendarySwordCollector: Saw some users teaming up with NPCs?]

[MageWithNoMana: Are there any guild units participating?]

└[MaxTankCantHeal: There are, but I hear they're not big guilds]

└[WideAreaDmgOP: Major guilds don't really have a reason to come. Using a weapon with demonic energy only gives you a bad reputation, and besides, the efficiency is very low compared to other Legendary-rank classes.]

└[InfiniteBuffEnthusiast: But the broadcast is fun, right?]

└[NotANinjaButANinja: lol IKR.]

└[WhensTheCrit: The broadcast is starting!]

└[LostAllMyGold: Going right now!]

And so, the broadcast began with great success.

5.

The master of the Serul Spire Magic Tower, who could be called the de facto ruler of Septem Arcana.

The Master of the Serul Magic Tower was looking down on Septem Arcana from the top of the spire.

His light blue eyes took in the city at a glance.

But no emotion could be found within them.

He just frowned slightly, feeling something in his indifference.

Even though the tournament he had opened was about to begin, he didn't even think of leaving the spire, simply standing there and observing the city.

Then, behind him, something with a translucent, greyish-blue aura appeared and spoke to him.

-My master, the banquet is about to begin.

A human-shaped something with a greyish-blue aura, as if chiding him for being here.

The Master of the Serul Magic Tower spoke to it indifferently.

"...I am not going."

-If it were any other time, I would have acknowledged and retreated, but this time is different, is it not?

"..."

At its words, the Master of the Serul Magic Tower turned his head and looked at it, as if annoyed.

A being in the form of a wraith with a greyish-blue aura.

Despite its appearance, it was a very diligent being that handled various tasks for the Master of the Serul Magic Tower.

But even so, the Master of the Serul Magic Tower spoke as if he were bothered.

"Truly blunt."

-Is it not my master's duty to observe if another lord has come?

"...Hmm."

Another lord.

The meaning of those words was quite significant.

In other words, the Master of the Serul Magic Tower was also a lord, one of the monarchs.

He had known from the very beginning.

From the moment another lord had set foot in this city.

But the Master of the Serul Magic Tower scratched his head as if he were troubled.

"It feels like a familiar aura..."

-How long did you think you could live in hiding?

"I feigned death to conceal myself, but I cannot reveal myself now. The banquet does not end with this one."

At those words, the wraith shook its head as if it couldn't be helped.

Honestly, it wanted to persuade him more.

But it was not a wraith that didn't know its master was being stubborn.

It acknowledged and retreated.

Leaving the wraith he had barely gotten rid of.

Looking down at those gathered in front of the tower again, the Master of the Magic Tower thought.

'It's a familiar aura.'

But it was also an aura he was feeling for the first time.

Was it someone he knew?

Or was it the successor of someone he knew?

Come to think of it.

'Those fanatics finally found their master, didn't they?'

Those who call themselves the Royal Palace.

The Master of the Magic Tower thought of the Over Palace and smiled as if he found it amusing.

How would they act at his banquet?

They said they created a screen with magic so that the citizens could watch.

The Master of the Magic Tower also decided to connect to that screen and watch how things would unfold.

As the screen opened.

He could see the participants entering the space he had created.

'Now then, I shall see what this generation's Overlord is like.'

6.

A tournament with a demonic bow, a bow imbued with demonic energy, as the prize.

Even though it was known that the Forbiddens would participate, there was still an enormous number of participants.

Each was a 4-person team, and there were over 100 teams participating.

The number seemed to easily exceed 150 teams.

The bustling noise was very loud.

But most of them were chaff.

And a few skilled players recognized him and scanned the surroundings.

'Damn, the Forbiddens are over there.'

'They look as vicious as ever.'

'Let's stay away from those guys.'

Among them, the most noticeable were the quiet ones.

The leader, Zaya, with his eyes closed and arms crossed, and Keron, holding a black magic spear and smirking at the surroundings. Next to him was Beltaine, holding a black staff, and finally, the youngest, Ired, who had not yet obtained a weapon imbued with demonic energy.

The aura emanating from each of them was extraordinary.

Everyone felt it and was slowly moving away from the Forbiddens.

Besides them, there was another quite noticeable team.

"Look over there, there are knights among the NPC teams."

"Huh, are knights participating too?"

"Even if NPCs are weaker than users of the same level, it's a different story for knights..."

"Sseup, there are a lot of skilled people."

Looking at where people were talking.

They could really see four knights with a feather emblem gathered together.

The atmosphere emanating from each of them was as if they were emitting a sharp blade, and other users also felt that they were not ordinary.

Because they were knights, beings far superior to other NPCs.

In particular, the knights' emblem was familiar.

It was none other than the Featherwing Knights.

One of the quite famous knight orders in the Rieskan Kingdom.

So it was natural for the users to be wary.

Besides them.

"Look over there, they seem to be disciples from the Serul Magic Tower."

"Crazy, mages from the Serul Magic Tower came out too?"

Mages wearing greyish-blue robes with an emblem of a greyish-blue spire.

'A magic tower after a knight order?'

Just as the users were getting nervous, thinking it was quite a difficult situation.

Someone spoke as if they had noticed another team.

"That team over there wearing black robes is also, how should I put it..."

"...Gloomy."

"That one's a bit... scary to approach."

"...I know, right."

There was also a team with a somehow eerie atmosphere.

They weren't doing anything, and their faces were hard to see as they were deeply covered by the hoods of their black robes.

But the aura they gave off seemed extraordinary.

They were showing signs of trying to hide something as much as possible.

But as they say, a talent, like an awl in a bag, will always stick out.

At their extraordinary atmosphere, users swallowed hard in fear.

In other words, they speculated that they might be skilled players on par with the Forbiddens, the Featherwing Knights, and the Serul Magic Tower.

In any case, as long as they were here, everyone was a competitor.

Having decided to participate in the tournament, it was only natural to aim for victory.

Everyone was nervous but steeled their resolve.

At that moment.

An NPC resembling a spirit floated in the air.

It grabbed a microphone and shouted.

[Is everyone ready!!!]

A booming voice, as if it were some kind of announcer.

But no one was surprised by that voice.

To the users, it was a spirit created by Eternal World for broadcasting, and as far as the NPCs knew, it was a spirit invited by the Serul Magic Tower.

No one was particularly surprised as everyone knew it was here to broadcast this tournament.

However, realizing that it would start soon, they were each preparing themselves.

But unlike most users who were preparing.

The four teams that the users had been watching intently remained as they were, nonchalant.

The Forbiddens.

The Featherwing Knights.

The disciples of the Serul Magic Tower.

And finally, the team wearing black robes.

They were just waiting quietly.

And in that moment, the shimmering space swallowed the spirit and all 150-odd teams here.

'Did it teleport all these people?'

Just as they were once again feeling that the Master of the Magic Tower was an incredible powerhouse.

When the user teams, who were left all alone after the numerous surrounding teams disappeared, came to their senses.

They realized they were in a lush jungle.

"Is this a survival match?"

"Looks like it, right?"

"Sseup, looks like they're trying to weed out the surviving teams."

"There's nothing like this when there's a lot of people."

While the user teams were talking like that.

The spirit in the sky spoke again.

[Alright! The first round is survival! The survival will continue until there are 32 teams left! Survive in this cruel jungle!]

Along with the spirit's words.

A number appeared above the jungle, visible from anywhere in the jungle.

[157]

It seemed to mean the current number of existing teams.

'Then, shall we start moving too?'

As that user team had that thought, they looked at the number in confusion.

[154]

"Huh? Wasn't it 157?"

"Huh? You're right."

"What is it? An error?"

"Didn't you just see it wrong?"

The moment they were talking like that.

A mocking laugh was heard from the jungle right in front of them.

"Kehehe, to think you'd say you saw it wrong, how absurd."

As soon as the voice was heard, they all raised their weapons.

They reacted quickly, as if they hadn't participated without any skill.

But unfortunately.

Sl———ash!

"Keoheok."

"Keuk!"

"Kuaaak!!"

The opponent who had let out a mocking laugh surpassed them.

Before they could even react, three of them had been taken down, and the last remaining one looked at the opponent with trembling eyes.

A man holding a black spear.

It was Keron, the second-in-command of the Forbiddens.

Seeing that, the last one tried to raise his weapon again with a trembling hand.

But Keron sneered at him and said,

"Did you think I missed you?"

With those words, the man who had raised his weapon felt his vision split in half and muttered.

"Dam..."

The user collapsed before he could finish his words.

Keron looked at the user, chuckled, and muttered.

"The leader's judgment was right after all. It was a good idea to split up and catch them."

With a wicked smile, he slung the spear over his shoulder and started walking again.

His steps were light, as if hunting was always enjoyable.