CHAPTER 807: 807: DIVINE GAME- CARD SWAP 56

Rita forced down the rush of excitement and focused on finishing the job.

The place was littered with scattered crystals and gear. Every student here had come for the championship—nobody was going to stoop over for a crystal or two that wouldn’t affect their ranking.

She searched the ground for a few moments and easily found a crystal, enough to light up her wealth above her head.

Moving into the shadows, she hung the clock on the most visible spot of her backpack strap, then pressed the gun’s muzzle to her own vitals and pulled the trigger a few times, dropping her health below Mojie’s. After that, she aimed at him and activated [Moment of Reversal].

The instant her wealth flowed back to her, the frozen world began moving again—like a river breaking free of ice. Skills resumed their flight toward their targets, and voices returned all around her.

She locked eyes with her past self.

As the Deep Blue Helm vanished, Rita ended [Temporal Stroll].

Back in her original timeline, only five seconds remained.

Above the Long River, the largest screen shattered yet again, replaced by a new one surging from the far end to the forefront.

[Moonlight Marsh, Rita]

It was as if a miracle had happened in the blink of an eye.

Onscreen, the girl with the blazing lightwings stood in a now-empty passage, idly spinning the miniature pistol she’d stolen earlier. A half-pumpkin perched crookedly on her head, making her look absurd and almost cute.

But whether watching live or through the game interface or a broadcast trinket, every being in Kasilanar who saw the Divine Game fell silent.

How had she done it? Hadn’t she just been stripped of everything? Had it truly been only seconds and not hours?

Even those too busy with work to follow the match stared at each other, puzzled.

What happened? Weren’t they just shouting and roaring? Why the sudden hush?

3...

2...

1!

The final seconds ticked by in complete silence.

Every spectator held their breath, afraid to blink and miss another impossible reversal.

A chorus of shattering glass rang out. Ninety-nine screens exploded, leaving only the largest, which drifted to the center of the river.

In the feed, the student dropped sharply, landing in a pale blue beam of light.

The deep blue gate that had once stood there now lay flat on the water, forming a platform. Defeated players were being transferred onto it. The gate’s place had been taken by that column of blue light—and into it, the champion had fallen.

She looked briefly surprised, then quickly recovered, whipping off her pumpkin hat and hiding it—an innocent, childish gesture that drew warm laughter—before smiling brightly at the crowd and waving as if nothing had happened.

High above, Moonlight Marsh’s crest slammed down on the last black screen with a heavy, solemn thud, as though stamping itself into the hearts of every witness.

For a moment, silence lingered—then the Moonlight Marsh ship roared to life with deafening cheers.

It was like a spark in dry grass. The teenagers’ cries jolted the rest of the audience awake, and the Long River’s banks erupted with shouts, screams, and laughter.

GodDraw77 glanced back at the dozens of headmasters behind her and murmured, "Moonlight Marsh."

Only the unicorn answered, "Moonlight Marsh!"

GodDraw77: "Moonlight Marsh!"

Unicorn: "Moonlight Marsh!"

The other headmasters gave restrained applause.

Bernteau, headmaster of Little Dog Ranch, politely lifted a paw to clap twice and said with a smile, "Thirty-seven years. Congratulations."

GodDraw77 and the unicorn both closed their eyes, rolling them dramatically behind their lids before opening them again with serene, saintly smiles.

Bernteau: "..." These two were the real dogs here.

Up on the cliffside stands, Mistblade and Maple Syrup were already dancing.

Fat Goose stood on his bench, roaring at the blood elf, "Now do you still want to know where she lives? Answer me!"

The blood elf wiped spit from her face, reaching behind her to grip her longbow—

Only for the black cat to spring onto her shoulder and press down her hand. "Easy! Easy!!"

The uproar went on for nearly half an hour before Rita’s smile felt like it had frozen in place.

Fortunately, her rewards came through. The system chimed, and three dice appeared in her pack, along with 100 unallocated attribute points.

She killed time studying the dice, each labeled [Skill Modifier – Fun Match Champion].

Half an hour later, GodDraw77 came to rescue her, leading her out of the light pillar.

Everywhere they passed, cheers and applause followed.

"If you want," GodDraw77 murmured, "you could run the length of Grey Valley’s river and greet every supporter."

Rita made a face like she’d bitten into a sour orange but held it back. The pillar had already drained her patience dry. She whispered, "Can I go back to the shiphouse? I want to work on my skills."

GodDraw77 laughed. "You really are like Lightchaser. How about showing the crowd the same spirit you had when you were killing your classmates?" She paused, then added something Lightchaser herself had once said: "You represent Moonlight Marsh."

Rita immediately shoved down her impatience, adjusted her expression, and flashed a smile laced with killing intent—earning a fresh wave of screams.

GodDraw77 couldn’t help patting her on the back of the head... but halfway through, her gaze froze, settling on a night elf in the front row. She stared for several seconds, her smile somewhere between amused and knowing.

Rita finally looked up at her, puzzled. "Professor GodDraw77?"

"Ah, it’s nothing. Let’s go," GodDraw77 said, slipping an arm around her student’s shoulders.

They dropped to a lower flight path, close enough for the audience to reach up if they dared. Even in the din, GodDraw77’s voice was crystal clear. "Would you like to be my student?"

Lightchaser: ... She wasn’t dead yet.

And then she heard her apprentice answer, "Oh, I thought you already were my teacher."

GodDraw77 rapped her lightly on the head. Such a sly refusal—Rita knew perfectly well that by "teacher" she meant an official mentor, not a school instructor.

The crowd’s roar followed them like a tide as they moved along.

Once they’d passed, Lightchaser rose and left, turning her back to the Long River as she slipped alone through the press of bodies.

Rita felt a faint tremor in her left hand.

[Annihilation Terminated]

She whipped her head toward the stands, but the figure who always drew the eye instantly, no matter where she was, was nowhere to be found.

GodDraw77 said softly, "You’re not strong enough yet. If she doesn’t want to be found, you won’t find her. You can only wait for her to come to you."

Rita looked ahead toward the shiphouse, lips pressed in silence.

"Just like when I got GodDraw77," the headmistress continued, "I couldn’t find her for over a decade.

"You know, she always has too much to do.

"She won’t stay for anyone—student or friend."