The rankings opened.
It wasn't Kapil. It wasn't the Free Nation. First place was clearly marked:
[Kyushu Nation, 40 points.]
A moment ago, they hadn't even seen his shadow. In the time it took to catch their breath—
He'd caught up?
"Kyushu monkeys, what the hell is he doing?!"
To challenge the Blood Moon, Mark had prepared a Zombie Scepter, with seven loyal zombies to help him.
His efficiency had surpassed the boss's, yet he'd still been overtaken.
What on earth had Gu Yu done?
Mark looked toward the empty space, trying to ask the audience beyond the screen.
He didn't know that the audience was even more baffled than he was.
"How is Gu Yu in first place again?"
"They only said performance points. They didn't say you had to kill zombies. Maybe killing other creatures counts too?"
"Even so, Gu Yu hasn't killed that many creatures!"
"Sure, it breathes fire, but there's no way one beetle is worth ten points!"
"How could that thing be stronger than a Sudden Change zombie?!"
"If it wasn't the beetle, how did Gu Yu overtake Mark and take first place?"
"Did he really get hacked?!"
"He's not even pretending anymore. He isn't killing monsters, and he's still taking first place out of thin air!"
Mark couldn't see the comments, but the audience could check them at any time.
What efficiency? What monster-killing?
Gu Yu had clearly stayed inside the maze. How could he possibly have taken part in the challenge?
In their eyes, those points might as well have fallen from the sky. They were utterly unreal!
At the Black Palace, the Blond Elder had finally managed to get some rest.
Pfft!
The secretary had tried to take a sip of water to wet his throat, but couldn't help spraying it out.