The True Battlefield

"Here we are, here we are! Good morning, afternoon, and evening, everyone! This is God-chan's Live Broadcast Room. I'm sure you all got up bright and early to watch the real highlight of the God Selection Arena, right?"

Across screens all over the world, the God of Live Broadcast had practically pressed his face against the camera as he delivered his commentary with an exaggerated grin. Behind him stretched an azure sky and thick layers of clouds.

The camera shifted, revealing a blue ocean so difficult to distinguish from the sky that the only difference between them was the square, solitary island in the sea, as though it had been carefully trimmed.

"As you can see, this island is the main arena for this God Selection Arena. The ten contestants who made it through will enter the gods' battlefield in mortal bodies. This competition is being supported by the God of Emergency Rescue and the God of Medical. Contestants who wish to give up should call for rescue immediately. However, I don't think most of the gods will give you that chance..."

The God of Live Broadcast turned the camera around again with a mischievous grin, bringing the inside of the cabin into view. The ten contestants were each seated in their own places, while a mech lay crouched near the front of the cabin.

"All right, enough chatter. Before they step onto the battlefield, let's give the contestants one final introduction! First up is the champion of Group A, the Magic Knight from Budali—Thor!"

At the God of Live Broadcast's cry, the burly man with a golden beard and huge, bell-like eyes waved the iron hammer in his hand, looking completely simpleminded.

Although nothing had been said, Feng Xue strongly suspected that this man was one of the people