If the next Gambling Duel was designed by the alien races, Su Mo might use his current advantage to crush their morale and make his opponents tremble in the second round.
But now that the home-field advantage had returned to humanity, the sooner he won—and the more smoothly he won—the better.
After all, the Gambling Duel concerned not only the fate of humanity on Earth in the Wasteland, but also whether he could ascend to the position of Domain Lord.
He could not afford carelessness or negligence.
Brilliant light flashed.
The towering figure, as majestic as a mountain, vanished. Su Mo opened the Game Panel and checked the notifications that were still refreshing.
But soon, he discovered that he had not immediately left the Gambling Duel Space. Instead, he was swept upward by a force and stopped in a special area.
Looking down, he could see not only the enormous plaza where the contestants were staying, but also countless human phantoms floating in the air.
Countless voices of discussion reached his ears.
Most were meaningless exclamations of shock and praise, expressing their excitement without reservation.
A small portion were extreme cases of personal worship, treating him almost like a true god.
"Su Mo, you did very well."
Above the Starry Sky, a man enveloped in dense, multicolored starlight walked through the air.
His eyes were deep and brilliant, as if they contained the mysteries of the entire universe. The thin starlight surrounding him set off his skin like the gentlest moonlight in the night sky, giving off a faint yet impossible-to-ignore radiance.
A calm smile rested on his face, seemingly concealing endless gentleness and tolerance toward the Ocean of Stars. His voice was deep and magnetic, like an enchanting melody drifting from a distant galaxy, capable of soothing the restlessness