Blue Star's Situation (II)

At the very center of the palace.

There stood a circular Special Ritual ground engraved with hundreds of millions of runes, covering roughly the area of two football fields.

No one present understood its exact principles.

But that was not important.

At the very least, it was not important to them.

They only needed to understand the basic rules of its operation.

Just like those who directed traffic did not need to know how to drive.

Though their work involved cars, they did not even need to touch a steering wheel.

Besides that.

Since everyone present was in competition with one another and wanted to draw the transmigrators into their own camps.

Everyone maintained a facade of harmony while harboring different intentions.

Inside the palace, apart from the occasional sound of breathing, almost no one made any noise.

They feared that if they so much as bragged to someone, they would be accused of colluding with the enemy.

None of them dared let down their guard. Each was more tense than the last...

Only during certain periods.

Such as mealtimes, rest periods...

Or during rotating breaks, could they escape that wooden-man state.

They could relax a little in their respective countries' private meeting rooms.

Read books, play games, and so on...

As for shopping or parties?

They were ten thousand meters in the air...

Late at night—3:55:33 a.m.

As he looked at the time displayed on a clock somewhere in the palace.

Riley Handel, born into both a political family and a military family, a Harvard University graduate, a lieutenant colonel, and the current reception officer of the Myriad Realms Palace—a man who had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth and had spent all 365 days of every year polishing his credentials since childhood.

At that