Chapter 290: Dragon Rider Squadron (1/2)

The first round lasted for three days.

Although the mages hired by Mayor Corinth worked in shifts to broadcast the tourney through their magic mirrors, the citizens of Lancaster had their own lives to live-aside from a handful, most of them were certainly not staying around on Lancaster Square for three days.

If the viewership was represented in a chart, the graph would appear in a distinct U-shape, peaking when the first round started and when the first round was about to end.

Still, some of the interesting parts in the first round were hot topics (such as the compilation of ungrateful believers which Xi Wei had edited), even stirring a trend that elevated the popularity of the Twin City Cup in Lancaster and surrounding areas.

And yet, despite the crowds’ passionate enthusiasm and their looking forward to the next round, the contestants were already worn out in heart and spirit following the three-day-long fight for survival, having not even one bit of strength left in them.

As such, Xi Wei naturally wouldn’t urge them to promptly continue on to the next round.

After the contestants had gathered and embedded five marked cards on their bangle and activated it by shaking it twice like a smartphone, human language appeared then, informing them about the venue and date of the second round.

Illiterate Players naturally could use their System’s quest page and translate human language to ‘god words’ (the text typically used by the System) that even monkeys could understand.

As for whether the other illiterate Players understood…

Xi Wei: That’s none of my business!

What are you complaining about? The auto-translator is a part of the Church of Games’ divine grace as well. Ask your own god if you don’t like it!

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“The second round… is three days later? Feels like quite a long gap.”

Jom was a little surprised even as he stared at the translated text from the bangle.

He had assumed that there would only be a day of rest when they continued on to the next round.

Still, it made sense when he thought about it.

After all, not everyone was as accustomed as the Players were with death and injury to the point that their nerves had thickened—they certainly wouldn’t be trying to keep their intestines inside after their stomach was impaled one second, and eating red broiled intestine noodles at the tavern the next, after having a bottle of cola.

To most people, sleeping the entire day away only eases off their physical fatigue, and it would take a much longer time to adjust their condition.

Relatively speaking, three days was already too short.

“Jom, let’s go eat. I’m really craving for some black wheat crackers now.” Terry grimaced, clutching his stomach.

They hadn’t had a good meal in the three days inside the maze island, and this glutton was naturally aching all over his body.

“Alright.” Jom said, patting the head of the old dog which had been walking beside them. “It’s been tough on you too, Pikes. Let’s get you some good grub.”

“I also want curry rice, stir fried pig leg, terror bird egg custard…” Terry said, counting off his fingers. “A full humpbeast baked with habanero wheat would be nice too!”

“It’s always eat, eat and eat with you. Why not eat some dragon meat!?” Jom scowled at his partner.

“Eh? Can I really have some!?” Terry was delighted, completely missing the sarcasm.