But My Mods Are Too Many

This was already embarrassing enough. This setup practically doubled the humiliation!

And there was residual Imaginary energy on these things too, which meant they'd been hastily made on the spot.

"The bigger question should be why there really is such a crowd gathering around here."

Though she looked utterly dead inside, Topaz still delivered a sharp jab.

—Topaz genuinely felt that once she returned to the company, she could step down from her position as one of the Ten Stonehearts.

She had already died from social embarrassment.

Their group covered most of the universe's major factions!

"...Some people are probably just here to watch the show."

Though Silver Wolf wasn't good at dealing with Topaz, the company's "thick-thighed woman," seeing her like this still made her sympathize a little.

"Aww~ Everyone's just too reserved~"

Sparkle, on the other hand, spoke up brightly.

"Would you ladies like to be the ones to break the awkward atmosphere? As a reward, I can give you one extra ticket~"

"...No one's gone in?"

Silver Wolf froze when she caught that piece of information.

Where was Kafka?

Even without Kafka, what about Acheron, Rita, and the others?

"Maybe they ran into some underhanded moves outside the rules."

Sparkle guessed in a carefree tone, as if it had nothing to do with her. "After all, nobody knew what the competition events would be before coming here."

No, they still didn't know after getting here...

As Silver Wolf grumbled internally, she noticed the slogan Sparkle was wearing.

Wait... alright, maybe they did know.

So that meant... the people considered the biggest threats might already be having some kind of duel in a little corner somewhere?

—Or getting knocked out from behind.

—Anyway, anyone with half a brain knew they wouldn't actually be fighting head-on.

Then... wasn't this