The birth of a World Lord-level Giant Axe Warrior came at the cost of millions, even tens of millions, of World Lords dying behind the scenes.
Only a large cosmic nation could organize a competition of this level.
"Haha, congratulations. Sett, your judgment was sharp as ever—Destruction won in the end," King Heterochromia said with a laugh.
Sett and the other man each received an email, awarding them 210 million universe coins.
"Luck, just luck," Sett said with a smile. The entire competition had been an eye-opener for him, and the twists in the plot had come one after another.
Until the very last moment, no one knew who the final winner would be. Everyone had thoroughly enjoyed watching it.
"Ah, what a pity. Brutalizer was just one step away from winning."
"Bad luck, I guess. If we'd bet on Destruction along with His Highness, we would've made money too."
The guards behind them shook their heads, lamenting their rotten luck. Still, they had only lost a small amount, so they did not take it too seriously.
"The match is over. Shall we find somewhere to eat?" King Heterochromia said with a smile. After the competition concluded, there would be the Giant Axe Warrior medal awards and the final performance.
"I'll leave it to your arrangements," Sett said indifferently. These three big shots wanted to curry favor with him anyway, so as long as they were happy, that was fine.
He had already made up his mind. Clear water bred no fish; as long as they did not do anything excessive, he could not be bothered to interfere.
It was better for everyone to happily spend some pleasant time here.
Of course, if they truly did something utterly unforgivable, Sett would still report them.
King Heterochromia once again grabbed Sett's