Eerie Competition, an unknown location.
Deep within the exhibition stage in the Eerie Competition hall lay a pitch-black space.
The host in the gray suit seemed to melt into that darkness.
And in the depths of the darkness stood a strange telephone booth.
"How fascinating, Lord Taurus. Among the contestants who have revealed their own scores, the highest known score has already passed seventy thousand."
"There are four competition zones left in total. Zone One is currently performing the worst."
"They only reached their third activation before nearly ninety percent of them died in the second elimination round. Damn it, not a single contestant in the entire zone noticed the butterflies."
"Unfortunately, I predict that everyone in this zone will be dead within half an hour..."
The host waited for a reply over the phone.
The person on the other end merely said:
"What a shame. But cannon fodder that refuses to think will remain cannon fodder forever."
"Has no one with decent potential as a commander appeared this time? And you're sure there hasn't been any human interference?"
The host shook its head.
"We detected humans as well, but they should pose no threat. They most likely died in the third activation."
"The Elite Species with the greatest potential at present should be the black liquid in Zone Three, that tree in Zone One, and the giant in Zone Four."
"Its innate ability rivals the acquired skills countless others dream of obtaining."
"However, the great tree in Zone One will probably die. The probability of a total wipeout in Zone One exceeds ninety-seven percent."
The person on the other end merely gave a mild grunt of acknowledgment.
"It seems we won't recruit anyone worthwhile this time. Pay close attention. If there are humans in the third round, find a