The Flesh-and-Blood Mill Begins; All the Proxies Scramble for Source Matter

[First Trial: Flesh Mill.]

[Rules: Survive, collect, until the mill stops.]

[The amount of Origin Matter collected will be the sole criterion for the first-round rankings.]

The moment the words fell, the vast ground at the center of the arena, paved with gray crystal bricks, began to shake violently.

Crack!

A massive fissure split open from the center of the ground. Immediately afterward, an enormous Bronze mill, too vast to describe in words, slowly rose from beneath the earth.

The mill was divided into upper and lower sections. The lower section was a gigantic millstone over a hundred thousand miles in diameter, engraved with densely packed, bizarre Runes that writhed like living creatures.

The upper section was another millstone of equal size, inverted and slowly rotating. Only a narrow gap remained between the two millstones, where destructive energy arcs flickered.

At the top of the mill stood a bottomless giant funnel. Space at its opening twisted violently, forming a pitch-black vortex.

Rumble rumble!!

The mill began to turn, its dull sound like the groaning of the universe.

An indescribably heavy pressure radiated from the mill, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

This pressure did not target the body, but acted directly upon one's very "existence."

It was as though an invisible hand were trying to erase every living being standing here from this dimension, bit by bit.

Little White let out a muffled groan. She felt as though a mountain had been placed upon her Divine Soul, making even breathing difficult.

She instinctively gripped her dagger. Only when the Abyss Mother Goddess's Source Power automatically protected her body did she barely manage to offset the discomfort.

Lucifer frowned slightly. The twelve wings behind her gave a light tremor, and a Dark Gold halo enveloped her, isolating the pressure. She could sense