For the veteran lords who were honing themselves and racking their brains over how to clear the stages, the arrival of a newcomer was like tossing a pebble into a placid pond, adding quite a bit of fun to their uneventful lives.
They paid attention.
They even looked forward to certain things happening.
After all, the Challenge Land had tormented them terribly. Watching some entertainment to lighten their moods was a fine thing indeed.
They temporarily stopped challenging the stages and simply wanted to see how far the newcomer could get. No, more precisely, they wanted to see how long the newcomer could last in the first stage.
"I bet one hundred seconds. After one hundred seconds, we'll get to see the newcomer question his entire existence."
"Not necessarily, not necessarily. Though I also don't think this young fellow can clear the first stage, he should still last three hundred seconds. Anyone who can reach the Challenge Land can't be a complete weakling, right?"
"Is no one betting that the newcomer will clear the first stage? The first stage isn't that hard... All right, it's still pretty hard."
Unlike those dozen-odd lords who were merely there for the entertainment, a lord in the distance was watching with utmost seriousness. Her eyes were practically unblinking as she stared at the faint light at the base of the Crimson Giant Tower.
She had come with a mission.
Her master's... Ahem, her idol's mission.
Although she was a few years older than Cold Moon City Lord, she was unquestionably Cold Moon City Lord's most devoted fangirl and one of the founders of the Cold Moon support group.
Compared with Demon Sword City Lord, Ripple City Lord, and the others, her reputation was even more illustrious. She was a Great Lord standing at the