Her body was faster than her nerves could react. The dragon-horned girl had only just risen to her feet before she plopped back down on the ground, all dignity lost.
The change left Shaka, Zeus, White Night Yaksha, and the others standing nearby with looks of surprise.
"What... what did you do to me?!"
Kurma, suddenly discovering that she had lost control of her body, glared furiously at the War God.
This disobedience of her own body could not help but make her think of some very troubling possibilities.
"Other than special races—the Star Spirits—any living being defeated in a compulsory game becomes an affiliate of the host."
The youth, who had long since transformed this Gift Game field belonging to White Night Yaksha into Dystopia, shrugged.
"That's the most basic rule of the Little Garden's games. Don't tell me you forgot."
"There's a limit to the nonsense you can spout! I never saw any host document!"
Having received no notification whatsoever, Kurma had somehow been declared defeated and made someone else's affiliate. Just as she tried to stand, the earlier command made her drop back onto the ground.
It was honestly rather funny.
Li Zihan did indeed laugh.
He felt that if Kurma, White Night Yaksha, and Alger were put together, they would make an excellent comedy trio.
Under Kurma's unwilling gaze, the War God—Dystopia's very ruler—restrained his smile and snapped his fingers.
Before Kurma's stunned eyes, black contract documents flew out from the reverse side of space, fluttering all around them.
"Who said host documents had to be shown to the participants?"
Relying on his status as Lord of Dystopia, the War God had hidden away all the Gift documents for the compulsory game, and he spoke with perfect justification.
Before the Decisive Battle
Somewhere within Dystopia's domain,