Hell Was Your Best Destination
Honestly, when Harley heard that Krite was only eighteen, she was completely stunned.
You were telling her that face was only eighteen? If someone had said he was thirty-eight, Harley would have believed it!
"Sorry, Krite... Senior." A slightly apologetic smile appeared on Harley's face.
"I'm sorry... I really hadn't expected that, like Krum's, your appearance had such a... mature, steady style."
"Yeah, haha... I really do look a lot like Krum." Krite weakly echoed her with two dry laughs.
But his eyes were somewhat vacant. Clearly, Harley's words had dealt him quite a blow.
Krite did not linger any longer. He quickly left this place of heartbreak through the passage reserved for eliminated contestants.
Harley did not continue dwelling on that loser, nor did she spend any energy studying the other contestants on the stage.
She pulled a notebook from her pocket and began reading by herself.
Under the organizers' arrangements, contestants stepped onto the dueling grounds one after another.
The victors returned here to rest, while most of the losers felt too humiliated to stay and left the venue directly.
By midnight, the first round of matches had finally ended.
To finish the qualifying rounds within two days, and because it was inconvenient to hold such a grand event during the day—
At least two rounds had to be held on the first night of the qualifying stage.
Then, on the second day, the final thirty-two would be decided directly based on the number of remaining contestants.
This time, Harley had drawn a relatively late number.
Once she confirmed that she likely would not be up until close to dawn, she simply leaned back in her chair and slipped into a light doze.
This disappointed certain Wizards who were rather confident in