Nicholas Li San!

Nicholas Li San!

Just as Teacher Slaughter was roaring inwardly, the two staff members who had been below the pyramid came up.

"What are you two up to?" Seeing them approach, Teacher Slaughter hurriedly asked in a low voice. The staff members were obviously in the know.

"We're taking the first-place contestant to the champion's seat," one of them whispered back, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

A crowd of camera drones surrounded them, curiously edging closer to hear what the two were whispering about.

"But that's not in my hosting script!" Teacher Slaughter said anxiously. As the host, he dreaded anything unexpected.

The script he'd been given did include seats for the contestants' rankings, of course. But those seats were all beneath the pyramid. Whenever someone earned a particular ranking, their seat would rise from below, just like the nine-grid platform that had risen earlier. The pyramid under their feet was hollow, with plenty of space inside.

The higher a contestant's ranking, the closer their seat was to the peak. In theory, first place should sit on the level right below the tip—the very level where 0175 and 1868 had been standing and waiting.

But the seat they'd expected hadn't risen. Instead, a seat had appeared among the audience.

And it looked like there would probably be more than one ranking seat in the audience. Were these lowly Lower Class people really going to sit among the noble spectators?

Besides, the ranking seat that had risen among the audience was much more lavish than the ones that had been prepared beneath the pyramid. It was even more luxurious than the spectators' own seats.

Teacher Slaughter frowned. A Lower Class person's seat was better than an Upper Class person's? This was simply...

He didn't even know