Lin Zhiluo sat up in bed with a startled expression.
At the moment he lay down, the system panel had not fully closed yet.
So, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught another flash of red light on the halo icon on the panel.
How was that possible?!
It had clearly flashed red four hundred times already... Could he have counted wrong?
Although Lin Zhiluo had always possessed terrifying observational abilities, it was not impossible for him to make a momentary oversight.
So...
So my ass!
He looked at the reopened panel, his eyes filled with shock.
If he had truly miscounted, then so be it.
But under his gaze, the halo icon flashed red more than a dozen more times.
With his powers of observation, no matter how badly he counted, there was no way he could be off by more than a dozen!
Suddenly, a thought that seemed unbelievable yet entirely possible surfaced in Lin Zhiluo's mind.
"This time, those races didn't just stuff their own prodigies into the competition—they even changed the format of the Godname War!"
After all, in his previous life, Lin Zhiluo had not only participated in three Godname Wars himself, but had also heard the War God, the Magic God, and others mention at least a dozen more.
In all those Godname Wars, each of the four races had sent one hundred participants.
Now that something so unusual had happened, there was no explanation other than someone tampering with the Godname War.
So there was no point struggling.
He was definitely going to be selected.
Lin Zhiluo quickly confirmed his own suspicions.
He chose to lie back down on the bed and numbly began counting the flashes of red light again.
All he wanted to know now was just how