The banquet hall that was lively just a few minutes ago was now completely silent.
The Princes and Princesses no longer discusses with peak level 6s on the bottleneck issues.
The young geniuses attending the banquet for the first time didn’t continue meeting peers, seniors and elders.
The eliminated participants from the trial no longer told their stories nor were their elders asking them the questions.
The level 9s stopped discussing the Abyss threats.
The level 8s stopped discussing the planetoid threats.
The betting on the winners of the Trial ended.
The two banquet halls were now connected, forming a huge oval shaped mega hall.
Across a round table in the center, six holograms were seated along with two men.
Of the two physically present men, one had hollow eyes and was dressed in an envoy uniform.
Sovereign Kreo Bell controlled him from afar and attended the meeting through ‘him’.
The other man was naturally Evander.
During these three hours, the Sovereigns logged in and out as they went out to deal with various issues.
In fact, every Sovereign went off at least for six times in an hour.
‘And I have to sit here for five hours. I could’ve killed some Abyssals in that time. Every alien is a danger to humans. They must be exterminated.’ Evander continued his never-ending hate monologues.
His personal doctor said it would cause him to utterly and completely hate every non-human thing.
Not just Abyssals, but even magic beasts. And even the humans he didn’t consider human.
For instance, Shadow Order.
But Evander was more than happy if his rage fueled itself.
‘Anytime now.’ Evander clasped his hands nervously and waited for the trial to end.
‘Who will win?’
Everyone had the same question.
There was only Charles, Ashtarh and Sarah inside.
At first, it seemed like Charles was the unanimous choice. After all, he was too strong.
But the messengers that were eliminated early on revealed a shocking secret.
Four teams ganged up on Charles and severely injured him.
When this news came up, the old man of Xander family, Eve Xander, flew into a fit of rage.
But he still kept his seniority in mind and didn’t lower himself to argue with juniors.
Instead he went for their powers.
“Spit! Do you have no shame? Eleven people ganging up on one? And you still couldn’t eliminate him!”
He didn’t spare anyone.
“Neptune’s Military, even if Ashtarh won, your win ain’t worth shit.
Bell Family, even if Xavier wins, he’s just number two. His grandfather Sovereign Kreo would never do this.
You Rodey and Caron old bones, we are all Prime families anyway. Do you still have any pride?
Pa! I feel ashamed to share the same title as you. What Prime families?”
The ones that initially tried to refute him were shot down by his striking insults.
As a result, the old man literally scolded the powers for ten minutes before Sovereign Julius told him to stop.
“Charles is not eliminated yet.”
With those words, Old Eve calmed down and waited anxiously. His anxiety meant drinking and he nearly drank as much as twenty people combined.
Like him, Richard was also nervous. After learning that Varian knocked out Ahri, he nearly had a cardiac arrest.
‘I survived wars, poisoning, assassinations…but I might die from a heatstroke.’ He seriously considered writing down a will.
‘What are you doing in twisted islands, young master?’
He didn’t know.
After Evander took in Varian as a disciple, Richard wanted to brag to everyone about his young master.
A level 5 first year in first semester before mid-sem!
But after realizing that he quickly reached peak level 5, all Richard wanted was peace.
Or he’d die convincing everyone that Varian wasn’t ‘special’.
‘Young Master, my old heart is in your hand.’
‘Young Miss…are you alright?’
Anna maintained the same expressionless face as she sat with a group of level 9s.
But the sweat rolling down her forehead, her clenched fists and her troubled breath spoke volumes about her anxiety.
Anticipation, anxiety enveloped the hall.
But perhaps the most anxious of all were the eliminated teammates.
Tiama, Maissa were seated in special medical chairs as the bots nursed them.
‘I lost, but captain Ashtarh will win. Our Neptune Military is the greatest!’ Tiama thought as he stared at the center in silence.
Maissa was lost in thought as she smirked from time to time. ‘Losing sucks…but the fights were pretty fun. Argh, I want to fight Ashtarh and Xavier.’
William, Philia were seated with with Earth’ and Mars’ eliminated messengers.
Philia maintained a cold face.
‘I hope Sarah can win. She has a higher chance than me, but Xavier is too much trouble.’
William supported his chin with his hand and stared into the distance.
‘Someone attacked me from the back and I was eliminated. Is it Ashtarh or Sarah…?’
Rodey, Marcus and Xavier were all depressed.
After waking up, Marcus didn’t speak a word. ‘I don’t want this to happen ever again. I feel pathetic.’
Rodey thought Xavier would question him. After all, he hid his strength and exposed it at the end.
But Xavier was lost in his own thoughts. ‘Charles…Charles…I really hope you don’t win, but with your strength, you would.’
Even though each of the elimination by itself was shocking, it was Xavier’s and Maissa’s that shook everyone to the core.
The least discussed of all was the two member team.
Helia and Caleb also sat with their respective messengers, but they didn’t sit together.
Helia’s face was extremely gloomy and she looked like she would devour everyone in her sight.
‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ashtarh, you son of a bitch!!And who is it? Who set the beast tide? Who ruined my plans?’
Caleb just sighed in relief that no one asked him questions. Even though it’d be know eventually, saving ‘I was caught in a beast tide was embarrassing.’
Thankfully, they were all given emergency treatment and were allowed to the banquet hall only a few minutes ago.
By then, Sovereigns made an appearance and everyone stopped speaking.
As all the eyes focused on the center of the hall where a huge stage was placed, space cracked open and one by one, participants were sent out.
The Trial Ended.
