Prize Pool

"Leave the training to you, Bone Duke. As for this team's logistics..."

Joshua set a sheet of blank paper before him and used a Charcoal Pencil in his other hand to draft the composition of the Demonic Realm National Team.

"I'll manage my own kin. I'll coordinate with the Duke of Bones."

The Grand Duke of Blood volunteered himself, and Joshua did not refuse, directly writing his name under the logistics management personnel.

"Then I'll take an investor's position."

Joshua had no experience managing a professional team, and competitive Spellnet gaming in this world was still stumbling along like an infant learning to walk.

"Your Highness Joshua, when exactly will the tournament begin?"

The Grand Duke of Blood cared less about the structure of professional competitions than when Foya would be able to make a name for herself before the public.

According to Joshua's plan, Foya would descend upon the Holy Spirit Tournament as a god, then earn the worship of tens of thousands of Holy Spirit Players.

Joshua had painted this wonderful scene for him, and the Grand Duke of Blood had believed Joshua's sales pitch. The patience he had accumulated over a thousand years was easily worn away by that beautiful vision.

"In one month, the Teleportation Portals from Nolan to the various nations will open again. During that time, I'll prepare the battlefield."

Given how seriously every nation was taking this tournament, it would have been far too embarrassing for Joshua to use those hastily assembled tables and chairs as the venue.

"One month."

The Grand Duke of Blood had never found a single month so unbearably long, but Foya had already begun gathering the power of faith, and the Demon Realm's corruption was being held back.

"Joshua, are the only teams in this tournament from those