Competition X Golden Spirit

"A competition, in essence, is an offering to the gods."

The Cat sat down in front of them and said this.

Offerings?

Considering the Weavers's previous weaving of the desire for battle, and how the main part of it was used as food for the Sky Overlord, this explanation immediately became clear.

"In other words, the competition is a ritual to worship the gods, and the battle is offering sacrifices to the Sky Overlord?"

The Cat pondered Kevin's words, going over them in its mind before nodding slightly.

"More or less."

"However, I've heard from friends who have visited the territories of other gods that it seems all the gods eat this incomprehensible stuff."

At this point, the Cat lowered its head slightly, moved closer to the group, and lowered its voice.

"Let me tell you, it is said that, it is said that in the land next to ours, in the land of the Frost God, he eats things like [struggle to survive].

"That's why his place is forever frozen, where all life struggles to survive; the will to survive is what he desires."

Only after saying that did the Cat turn its head back to normal.

"I've only heard about it, I don't know if it's really true."

Even if the Sky Overlord were to speak ill of the Overlord next to him, the Cat would have to come quietly. The Overlord's authority seemed unquestionable.

Although he didn't know if it was true, Kevin probably believed it because it made perfect sense.

"If that's the case, shouldn't the territory of the Sky Overlord be filled with a frenzied atmosphere of battle and carnage? Various races fighting each other, constantly plundering each other's territories?"

Gowen asked doubtfully, "Wouldn't this better suit the needs of the Sky Overlord?"

The Cat simply shook its head at this question.

"I don't know, but I've heard from those Seers that gods don't just eat the desire and passion for battle, they also eat other things."

"It's just that the desire and passion for fighting is the best kind; perhaps general combat or war isn't the most needed kind."

Upon hearing this, Kevin recalled the cloth in his hand earlier, woven from the unwanted parts left over from the desire to fight.

In other words, the Sky Overlord needs something purer in the desire to fight, so it's not just about fighting.

This type of competition, a one-on-one battle, might better suit the opponent's objectives than the more brutal form of war and bloodshed. Therefore, a competition better meets his needs.

Of course, these are just speculations, and it's possible that they all apply. However, the Sky Overlord prefers the prosperity of its territory and is the type who can restrain its desires. Perhaps, just like humans have different types of rulers, such as Tyrant and wise kings.

"And as you have seen, the gods care a great deal about the prosperity of their territories, so it is quite normal that there is no war. For the mortals of the race, this is a good thing."

"Of course, there won't be any fighting because of war, but there will be competition, just like I will slaughter those creatures for territory and food."

"Speaking of which, I look like the cat you all talk about, and I even eat like one. I love fish, especially Men Qi's salt and pepper grilled fish. Do you want some tonight? I'll go get one."

Suddenly, the Cat had an idea and looked at Men Qi, who was staring at it with wide eyes, and asked...

Men Qi nodded; she always enjoyed cooking.

"No problem, just prepare the ingredients. We can't get the kind of fish you gave me before."

This made the Cat a little smug.

"That's produced on my territory, of course you can't get your hands on it."

The Cat's territory isn't far from the Oasis; it's another Oasis in the Gobi Desert.

That's right, the Cat's territory is actually in the Gobi, and that Oasis is connected to the entire Gobi's underground water system, which is a large lake.

However, it is extremely deep, and there are fish that live in underground water systems that are hard to see in normal lakes and waterways.

The Cat considers that place a treasure, her true territory; anyone who dares to intrude will face a massacre.

However, Kevin and his friends haven't gone to see it either, so it's best not to.

However, the fish produced really caught Men Qi's attention. Although there was nothing particularly special about them, it was the taste alone. The unique flavor and texture of the fish were unparalleled in the world; Men Qi had never tasted anything like it from any other creature.

"Oh, fish! It's so delicious, and it's prepared so well!"

The Cat was drooling as it spoke.

"Hey, what did I ask? You haven't even given me a proper answer yet."

Kevin was exasperated; how did the conversation veer off course like this?

What did you ask again?

"Let's have a game, a game!"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes."

The Cat then remembered to sit up straight again and began to seriously tell the story to the group.

"The competition is a ceremony for the gods, so it's not just the Weavers can organize it; anyone can. However, each competition and battle requires the presence of Weavers; otherwise, the desire and will to fight will vanish with the wind."

In other words, whether it's a battle or a competition, there must be Weavers as the Host and referee.

"Can we hold it too?" Biscuit asked.

The Cat nodded.

"Of course, I've organized one before, but it was too much trouble, so not many people participated."

Seeing that the others still wanted to ask more questions, the Cat quickly spoke up.

"Don't ask me about this kind of thing. I have no experience, and I might not even participate. I'll just observe. You should ask Leckka; he's organized many of these events."

As it spoke, it meowed loudly a few times. A moment later, Leckka leaped over.

"What's wrong?"

"I have something to ask you. You should have plenty of experience in organizing competitions, right?"

Upon hearing this, Leckka looked at Kevin and the others, and immediately understood.

"Is it the competition that's starting in six months?"

"Um."

"In essence, there are only two types of competitions: those organized by the Weavers and those organized by us."

"The competitions organized by the Weavers are the largest, but their importance varies depending on whether God will be present. If God will be present, the competition will be very important and grand."

"It's the kind of battle we all have to participate in. If we perform well or win, we might receive a divine reward or blessing, like Golden Thread."

After all, the desire and will in battle are the food of the Sky Overlord; if you satisfy your opponent, you will be rewarded.

"However, this is rare; the last time was sixty years ago."

That's a very long time ago.

"More often, it's like the competition six months later, with very generous rewards, all of which are prizes provided by the Weavers or the gods."

After saying that, Leckka stretched out his long arm, extended a sharp finger into the air, cut a notch, and then reached into it to take out an item.

The moment the item appeared, Biscuit's eyes widened, her gaze filled with intense longing.

Because this is a piece of jade, a pure and smooth piece of jade, with an extremely smooth surface and exceptionally soft material inside, the interweaving of white and green, everything is so gentle.

"For example, this was the final prize in the last competition I organized."

"I had three in total. I used two as prizes, and this is the last one. I call this kind of Rock the God-Fusing Jade."

"This Rock can be integrated into the spiritual body of a life, which will solidify and protect the entire spiritual body, and also soothe emotional turmoil."

"It is something extremely precious to all Spiritual Lifeform, which is why the main contenders at that time were all Spiritual Lifeform."

After saying that, she put the jade back in, Biscuit's eyes remained fixed on it.

"Don't even think about it, there's only one left, it won't be used as a prize."

Leckka glanced at Biscuit and said.

Then a piece of cloth was pulled out from the opened space.

A piece of cloth, about the size of a bath towel, has a cross in the middle. The cross is almost golden yellow, and the surrounding area is orange-red, with only the very edge being red.

The color of the entire fabric resembles a flame burning outwards from the center, indicating its extremely high quality.

"This is what I gained from this competition. Half of the energy collected by the competition we organized goes to us, and the other half belongs to the participants."

Upon seeing the cloth, Kevin immediately understood. The accumulation of abilities is based on the species. For species like the Lekoka and the Cat, where there is only one powerful individual, the number of participants in the battle is very limited.

Therefore, it is very difficult for them to actually accumulate a cloth with a sufficient number of energy levels.

Even among numerous races, not every individual member is necessarily powerful.

Therefore, this method allows for the harvesting of enough fabric at once, creating a simple and effective cycle.

After all, battles don't necessarily have to be at the Lord Level; for Knight-level, many things are very useful.

If the item could help Knight-level break through to the Lord Level, then every Knight-level would fight tooth and nail for it. Therefore, the reward must be universal or have a very wide range of applications, and the benefits would be absolutely considerable.

At least in Kevin's opinion, this cloth was definitely of a higher grade than the jade stone they had just seen.

"If the competition you're hosting is so grand that it even attracts the attention of God, then that's incredible."

Lekoka was speaking, the Cat suddenly added from the side.

"A hundred years ago, Leckka became Lord because he hosted a very grand tournament."

This statement surprised Kevin and the others. Had Shanda really reached this level?

Leckka simply said, "It was just luck. I never imagined God would come."

"Because there were twelve Lord and more than three hundred Knight participating at the time, and one of the Lord even died in the end."

The Cat recalled.

"Can you kill Lord during a match?"

"Who can predict a battle? What if the two sides have a grudge? It's a good opportunity to kill each other in a competition. After all, if the intensity is high enough, the other side will never surrender."

Is there another way to do this?

Why?

Kevin couldn't quite figure out the reason behind this; he needed to spend more time with these Lords to understand the issue.

"To hold a competition, you need enough prizes, and you also need to make sure enough powerful life forms know about it and pique their interest."

Especially for Lord, it's difficult to entice them with so-called prizes, so other means must be used.

After hearing all this, Kevin had to admit that the level of civilization had clearly improved in the series of matches held around the Grand Tournament Arena.

As time went by, the competition was drawing ever closer. Kevin and his team could clearly see that the entire Oasis was becoming more and more lively at a visible speed.

Inside the Oasis camp, Kevin remained secluded, mainly because he had acquired a considerable amount of interesting materials. Their level might not be high, but they were certainly quite amusing.

There are so many races coming here that it's easy to trade for some unusual items.

As for what was used in exchange, it was of course Thick White Milk. There is no harder currency than this. As long as there is flesh and blood, the demand for this stuff is extremely high.

Kevin then discovered that most races were unaware of Lord Gelan's existence.

The Gelan of the Golden Grassland are a very isolated group, almost never leaving the grasslands, and their communication with the outside world is virtually nonexistent.

Only a few Knight know that when Golden Grass Leaves grow there, there might be a chance to break through the limits of life; however, this only works for Knight, and it's a breakthrough for Knight against Knight.

Kevin then realized that there were actually quite a few creatures with racial limitations, and the more races gathered here, the more information Kevin and his companions absorbed.

Inside the camp, Kevin was looking at Bisky.

Why have you been staying here for the past few days?

For the past two months or so Biscuit has been wandering around the Arena, doing three things: fighting, watching fights, and interacting with more tribes. She's been doing a lot of things, and they're all interesting and novel.

Upon hearing Kevin's question, Biscuit made a disgusted face and stuck out her tongue.

"Stop talking about it. A new race recently appeared in the Arena, and it's really bothering me, so I've decided not to go anymore."

"Feeling very uncomfortable?"

"It's one of those things covered in fine hairs, but each hair is actually a tiny, wriggling worm-like Flesh Bud. Ugh, how disgusting!"

Biscuit got goosebumps all over and looked embarrassed.

Hearing this description, Kevin thought it was alright, but clearly, such an appearance seriously affected Biscuit, to the point that she simply didn't go.

As they were chatting, Kevin sensed something, stood up, and looked in a certain direction. A moment later Biscuit also sensed it.

Who's here?

"A Lord... this feels familiar."

A golden light streaked across the sky and then converged in front of them.

Humans?

No, it's Possessed Spirits.

The spirit, with a faint golden hue, also possessed a human appearance.

Is it another race among those Possessed Spirits?

What's that called, Golden Spirit?