Chapter 219 (2/2)

Maybe once the last grudge was resolved, he really would go back to his hometown to have a look around, to see how many traces of the scenery in his memory still remained.

Just when this man and God were talking, upon the huge platform, the prize presentation ceremony had officially begun.

The man in charge of the award was a lionman in armor. His head of golden blonde hair was as bright as the sun, and his heroic face did not show a hint of ferocity, but rather a majesty that one could not help but admire. It was as though he was a born king, destined to live above everyone else.

On the other hand, the director of the awards ceremony was a handsome young man in a loose robe and long black hair so soft that women envied him beyond belief. He did not carry any weapons or armor, and only had a flute made of bamboo on his waist. Although it was plain and unorthodox, there was a natural sense of dignity, which prevented him from looking as though he was poorly dressed.

The prizes that had not yet been awarded were all placed upon a suspended turquoise platform, which was round and had many thin silk ribbons hanging off it: a rather strange appearance. Yet everyone who looked at it did not find it queer but instead felt it affable and warm.

“Are you not going on stage?” Nilo Sang watched the few who were on stage, unable to hold in his laughter.

“It’s fine. As long as Your Majesty is happy, I will not be joining in the fun.” Wor smiled as he shook his head. “I’ll be content just watching from below the stage.”

There were others who were satisfied with not going up on stage. One of them was a tall and bulky man dressed like a beggar, who was made to wear a presentable gown by a bearman reeking of alcohol dressed in neat robes. He muttered, “You’re so old already and yet still so formal with me. I won’t bother about this with you.” Beside them were two guys, one bald man who was tall and skinny yet somehow had short arms and legs, the other a fat man with a big grin and a long, drooping mustache. Both of them were guffawing dumbly, the cause of what was making them laugh unknown.

Farther away, there were several figures observing everything that was happening.

“Do you feel it? The movement of the origin force…”

“I felt it. The position for a God of “Martial Competition” is about to be formed!”

“Are you sure you still want to make a move? That huge jellyfish has some formidable strength!”

“There are some matters which absolutely have to be fought for!”

In the more distant gloom, a figure wrapped in black robes was whispering to a group of fellows of strange shapes and sizes. Their language was strange and gave off a sense of unease. A mortal would be poisoned to death upon hearing just one or two words. Even a powerful angel would be polluted and tainted, falling to become an evil and twisted monster upon hearing just a few sentences.

They were quietly, patiently waiting for the scheduled opportunity.

The first prize to be given out was to the third runner-up, and Soocher Magnus stepped on to the stage following the cues of the emcee. With a wave of his hand, the emcee broadcasted highlights of her fight to the entire audience before introducing to everyone this female knight who hailed from the country of Thunder and Lightning, praising her integrity and valor.

Amidst the applause of the audience, Soocher received her award from the hands of the Lion man.

A golden card with a number on it: this was a special exchange card for Void Mask’s amusement park. It could be exchanged for the corresponding amount of money. There was a pendant so exquisite the magical light twinkling off it was almost blinding, and a bronze medal shining with the same magical light.

There was not much to be said about the money, but the medal was magically reinforced. It had the property of never wearing out and even had the ability to heal medium injuries once a day. It was said to be a very practical magical item.

Of the prizes, the most valuable was still the pendant. It not only had the ability to increase the wearer’s constitution but kept the wearer’s power calm. Still, it would not remove the hot-bloodedness necessary for heroic feats. For Soocher who was always troubled by her power surges and sometimes unable to suppress the elemental explosions that occurred as a result, it was the treasure she had been bitterly searching for.

As the three items were imbued with magic that explained how to use them. Soocher was overjoyed to fully understand their uses the moment she received them. She hurriedly put on the pendant and felt that the spiritual energy that was always suppressed by her armor had calmed down for the first time. She was almost sobbing with joy.

After putting on the pendant, she eagerly took off her helmet, revealing her clear face, which had always been hidden, to the public.

Due to the lack of sunlight, she looked a little pale, but the excited smile on her face added a lot of beauty to her otherwise normal looks.