Great Show Begins

"Who would have thought that Robin really won!"

Mosin-Nagant said incredulously.

"Cao, what a terrifying 'Painter.' Why is she so unknown?" Kres murmured. "To create a scene like a 'mirror world' and project it into reality in such a short time... That's downright terrifying."

Mosin-Nagant nodded. "Honestly, I never imagined God of Cookery would be the one to lose. After all, his cooking was master-level—he had both talent and had worked incredibly hard at it."

"But... I didn't expect this 'Robin' to have reached such an incredible level in painting, either. In any case... what a spectacular match."

The unfamiliar woman's voice sounded again from behind them.

"Is that so? Do you think Robin was able to win because she's a genius too?"

Mosin-Nagant turned around.

Although the other person seemed to be denying what he had said, for some reason, Mosin-Nagant didn't feel angry.

"Could it be that you have a different opinion?"

"Of course. Although you're right that both sides have worked hard for a long time and are geniuses in their respective fields..." Fluoxetine rested her chin on one hand. "But literary contests are still battles in the end. There's only one reason Robin won: she's stronger."

"In this three-match Tier 3 battle, the other results were difficult to predict and depended on how everyone performed on the spot. The five Players who appeared were all roughly on the same level," Fluoxetine said calmly. "'Nicholas,' ranked sixty-first; 'Prisoner,' sixty-third; 'Snowy Owl,' fifty-fifth; 'Mountaineer,' fifty-first; and 'God of Cookery,' fifty-eighth..."

"But Robin is on a completely different level from all of them. Even the Night Watcher isn't sure exactly where she ranks—but I can tell you this: her ranking only rose once recently. Right now, she should be ranked... thirty-sixth."

"So the moment she stepped onto the stage,