Depth

You know how they say it: life digs a hole for you, then digs you another one.

Looking at Kanna Kisaragi before him, Fu Qian was struck by just how profound that saying was.

Because of his repeated interference, the Miracle Potion incident had ended with her failing to work a miracle.

But the truth had proved that the brilliance of a genius couldn't be hidden.

Some people were simply born to be test subjects.

"Infamy!"

When Kanna Kisaragi asked him about it, Fu Qian nodded at once, lavishing her with praise.

The next moment, before Kanna Kisaragi even had a chance to be modest, she was swallowed up by a wave of roaring cheers.

They sounded genuine, too. Many of them even came from contestants who hadn't earned a badge.

In a way, they were happier than a crowd of Transcendents would have been at the sight of a demigod.

The reason was simple: no matter how many ranks this kind of amusement had, it posed no psychological threat. All that remained was a pure sense of shared enthusiasm.

"What... what kind of evil aura is this?!"

Amid the cheering, even a drowsy old abbot deep in the side hall was roused from his sleep.

Once he realized what was happening, he slapped his thigh and sprang to his feet, his voice trembling.

You're a monk. Is it really appropriate for you to use words like that?

As Fu Qian grumbled to himself, he saw that the abbot wasn't finished yet.

"Depth Four—"

The next moment, the old abbot spoke in a voice that was half chant, half sigh, trembling as he raised an extravagantly designed, bizarre wheel.

Several eye-shaped colored lights were set into the wheel. Four of them were lit now.

These people really knew how to