Chapter 72
The second day of the Championship of Legends (COL) tournament.
While preparations for the opening ceremony were in full swing, I was exploring the island where the tournament was being held.
As it was a festival, the entire island was lively and bustling.
Merchants were selling game-related merchandise.
Skewers and other snacks, perfect for eating while watching the tournament, were being sold everywhere.
People from all over gathered, making the vast island so crowded that there was barely any space to walk.
“Are you really sure this is safe?”
“It should be fine. Everything was prepared with safety in mind.”
“Even so… If a fight breaks out, the audience might not be able to avoid getting hurt.”
Rikal asked with an unusually concerned expression.
I was touring the island with him.
“The demonkind won’t cause any trouble. I’m more worried about humans attacking first.”
“That could happen too.”
Despite the reassurances, there was still unease.
And yet, I believed everything would be okay.
“The demonkind should be arriving soon.”
The demonkind would be arriving with Galliard, several Magic Tower Masters, and the Empire’s knights.
This was to monitor them from the moment they crossed over from the Demon World, ensuring they wouldn’t cause any incidents.
Even Lumia understood this precaution.
“Well… What’s the worst that can happen? We might die?”
“Yes. By the way, isn’t Her Highness the Princess co-hosting this event?”
“That’s right. You and your elder sister will handle it together.”
“Why isn’t JeBbit hosting? If JeBbit appeared, ticket sales would’ve gone through the roof.”
“Do you want to die?”
Shortly after, the opening ceremony began.
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“Wow. This feels strangely exciting.”
“Those foolish humans… They laugh and chat joyously, unaware of what fate awaits them. Ha ha ha ha ha!”
“I, Dereta, will consume the human realm. Hahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
“It’s time for a massacre! Tsahahahaha hahahaha hah!”
Right after the opening ceremony started,
Lumia and the other demonkind were laughing loudly backstage.
The demonkind were in an unusually high-spirited mood.
After all, this was their first time experiencing a human festival.
They didn’t particularly dislike the festive atmosphere.
Most demonkind naturally had high energy, and their excitement only amplified the mood.
Moreover, there were many participants who seemed exceptionally skilled at the game.
Former hero Galliard, who competed with Baalzebub for the top rank in Master Yi,
The legendary current COL player, Illusion Tower Master Hina, and renowned auto chess players were all present.
It was clear this would be an extraordinary battle.
The demonkind were thrilled at the prospect of numerous intense fights leading to the finals.
“Former hero Galliard. To think I’ll get to fight the one who defeated the former Demon King. This is… making my heart race like crazy!”
“But wasn’t the former hero a Master Yi main, just like Baalzebub? How did he become the representative using only Master Yi?”
“Ban Yi, I guess. Anyway, look over there! That person is radiating!”
“Ugh, the aura… To think we can fight someone like that. I can’t contain my excitement!”
Countless strong players in the game.
The thought of fighting them made the demonkind’s blood boil.
“Enough! Can’t you all quiet down? Stop saying such terrifying things! We’re here to play games, not cause fear!”
Lumia smacked the backs of the demonkind.
The other participants around them were glancing nervously at the demonkind.
“Let me remind you, the fighting is to stay within the game only!”
““Yes, ma’am!””
The demonkind replied in unison.
At the moment, they didn’t intend to threaten the humans.
They were simply excited at the thought of testing their skills in COL.
Finally, the moment arrived for the demonkind to take the stage.
-“And finally, as many of you already know…”
The voice of the Princess hosting the event echoed from the stage.
Until now, each team’s appearance had been met with cheers from the audience.
But it was only natural that no one cheered for the demonkind.
This time, unlike the previous introductions, the Princess focused on precautions and reassuring the humans.
-“Here are the six representatives of the demonkind!”
As the demonkind stepped onto the stage, a tense moment unfolded.
-“Are those really demons?”
-“I thought it was a joke, but demons are actually participating?”
-“Is this safe?”
-“Is Riot out of their minds? Shouldn’t we run away now?”
-“So this is why there were so many security measures. But then, why invite them at all?”
The murmurs of the audience.
With their sharp senses, the demonkind could hear all the remarks clearly.
In the game, the demonkind had become a familiar presence.
In the game, they were even mocked.
But in reality, the presence of demons, especially the Demon King, changed the story.
Humans couldn’t help but feel instinctive fear and hatred, knowing they might be attacked at any moment.
-“That’s really the Demon King?”
-“Shouldn’t we kill them instead of playing games?”
Lumia also heard every word.
Though she expected it, hearing it directly left her slightly shaken.
“These insolent…”
The other demonkind grew furious, trembling with rage as if they might destroy everything on the spot.
But they clenched their fists and calmed themselves.
Lumia had repeatedly warned them not to resort to violence under any circumstances.
She had anticipated such reactions.
“I am the Demon King!”
“Dereta.”
“Omos.”
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.
.
Lumia smiled awkwardly as she introduced herself.
Following her, the demonkind introduced themselves.
As expected, the audience’s reaction was cold.
There were no cheers, no jeers, no reaction at all.
However, the demons could clearly feel the hidden contempt in the atmosphere.
It was an emotion that the demonkind had never experienced before.
It didn’t feel good.
To be honest, they hadn’t expected it either.
In the game, they had chatted with humans without any issues.
But it didn’t matter.
They could crush everything in the game anyway.
And so, the Championship of Legends (COL) continued.
Unlike the first tournament, the second COL unfolded in a more organized and engaging manner.
Instead of teams being randomly selected, representatives were pre-chosen from qualified nations or races to compete under their banner.
Teams like the Trinity Representative Team, the Academy Representative Team, the Elf Representative Team, and the Northern Nobles Representative Team emerged.
There were also more specific teams like the Royal Knights Representative Team or the Farmers Representative Team.
All the representatives were selected from groups that had proven their skill and qualifications through prior procedures.
Given the disappointment of last year’s tournament, this year’s preparation was even more thorough.
“The winning team is the Demonkind Team!”
Amid all this, the demonkind team kept advancing with overwhelming skill.
If you looked solely at the duration of gameplay, the demonkind had played the least.
However, their obsession with combat meant their playing hours were unparalleled.
Most humans had to engage in various activities to survive.
But demons spent their days doing nothing but fighting.
Once the game arrived, they simply fought in the game instead.
Having spent every day gaming, the demonkind had reached their peak performance.
And then came the final day of COL.
The winner of Auto Chess had already been determined—a member of the Royal Delegation.
The way they triumphed over genius magicians and academy professors garnered much applause.
However, what the people anticipated most was the COL Finals.
It was a face-off between the Academy Team and the Demonkind Team.
“Go, Academy Team!”
“Crush those demons!”
“Show them what you’ve got!”
“Demon King-sama is so cute… No, I mean, crush the humans!”
When the demonkind first competed, the audience remained silent.
They were too scared to jeer at the demonkind or cheer for the human team.
What if the demons got provoked and retaliated?
But as the tournament progressed, the audience grew more animated.
The demonkind team’s consistent victories. The humans’ defeats.
True to their word, the demons refrained from using any force.
They didn’t show anger or threats.
Some even chatted amicably with certain humans, such as illusion magicians.
As a result, the audience no longer stayed quiet during demonkind matches.
They fervently cheered for the humans and occasionally cursed at the demons.
But the demonkind remained focused on the game.
They simply smashed the human teams in the game itself.
The demons weren’t the type to get upset over a few insults.
In fact, they derived greater pleasure from crushing human teams while ignoring the audience’s cheers.
The more unified the audience’s support for humans became, the more intense the COL atmosphere grew.
“And now, it’s time to start the finals of the 2nd Championship of Legends: Academy Team versus Demonkind Team!”
The finals. A clash between the demonkind and the academy teams.
The Academy Team featured the current “God of COL,” Lee Mid.
Along with prodigies from the academy,
the team consisted of elites who were second to none.
“They’re this generation’s heroes!”
“Take down the demons!”
The Academy Team was practically a hero party.
If the past had real wars, this was now a war within COL.
In that sense, the COL finals felt like the legendary battle between heroes and the Demon King.
It was a historic moment akin to witnessing the Human-Demon War firsthand.
The excitement in the venue was hotter than ever.
“Humans are so fired up!”
“Hehe… I can’t wait to see those faces turn to despair.”
“A lane fight against them… I’m so excited, I can’t hold it in!”
The demonkind were equally thrilled.
They were up against the strongest COL team from the human realm.
Defeating them would make them the ultimate champions.
Amidst the intense energy, the finals began.
“Oh no! The Academy Team’s <Second-in-command of the Demon Realm, Omos> gets a solo kill!”
With the demonkind team’s overwhelming momentum, despair began to spread across the audience.
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