"A raging storm?"
Huai Shi looked up from the depth map as though he had heard a joke. "A rainstorm like this? Do I need to go buy an umbrella?"
"This is only the beginning."
Odem said, "More people, more beings holding their own chips, have yet to enter the game... And don't forget, compared with the truly resplendent casino of the Present Realm, we might only be a slot machine here.
The heavyweight gamblers have no interest in such minor scuffles. The War of All Realms is the stage they have been waiting for."
Huai Shi was curious. "If it's only this lot, how does that count as a raging storm?"
"If I remember correctly, aren't you only third rank?" Odem asked. "Could every third-rank Ascender in the Present Realm possibly be like you? Even rulers who wield authority have their differences in strength."
"Oh, I get it. There are big shots like the King of Withered, and then there's Rotten Dream!"
Huai Shi immediately understood. "Come to think of it, which tier does the Lord of Feasts belong to?"
"A ruler who rose to power within the last century—few know the details of his background. Limited by time, he was unable to accomplish much in the Abyssal Dark Zone. However, his authority—the Feast of Eternal Revelry—should be a power infinitely close to demonic desire.
He is an Abyssal Seed personally hatched by Poxun, praised as Poxun's young son, an embryo favored by Him... Though his territory is narrow, he has quite a few fine things bestowed upon him by Poxun."
At this point, it paused subtly, seemingly looking elsewhere. "Oh my, it seems you provoked him badly. He just smashed quite a few things."
"He has a bad temper. How is that my fault?"
Huai Shi did not