Olga's meaning was already quite clear.
"Surely the gentlemen and ladies who have come from far away do not wish to see a one-sided, boring competition, right?"
"Surely none of you glove holders wish to lose the moment you take the field, allowing all your efforts to go to waste and your dreams to shatter, right?"
"To prevent such a situation from occurring, we, the 'Thirteen,' have appeared here together, before all of you."
Olga's booming declaration echoed beneath the moonlit sky.
"From this point onward, we, the 'Thirteen,' will protect every glove holder who takes the field, so that none of you will have to suffer a completely one-sided defeat."
"For this reason, we also hope that all of you glove holders will lend us your strength, fight alongside us, and stand against the powerful enemy before us."
"Some may think that we are forming factions, attempting to overwhelm our opponent through sheer numbers in order to win. But I assure you all, this is absolutely not because we harbor any despicable intentions. It is simply because our enemy is far too powerful. I believe everyone here understands that all too well."
Olga's words drew everyone present's gaze toward Luo Zhen.
Bathed in everyone's attention, Luo Zhen raised his brows slightly, his expression becoming almost amused.
Seeing that this young man remained unmoved by Olga's declaration and had even chosen to watch with interest, displaying such composure, everyone present felt the same thing.
Indeed, this was an enemy far too powerful to defeat through individual combat.
That was why Olga had made such an unreasonable request.
"From now on, we, the 'Thirteen,' will each recruit our own companions. When necessary, we will join forces and fight together."
"All glove holders may choose someone they trust and join that person's