Most witch ladder matches were conducted through portals, teleporting contestants into a continent-sized cube with sixty-eight faces, each face several times larger than Earth. Within this vast technological cube, the weather could be customized, the environment could be customized, even the magical attributes inside the rooms could be customized.
This was Angelite's technological core.
It was also part of the military facilities she had released after civilianizing them.
This move was considered to have massively raised the intensity of witch duels.
Although travel around the world had originally been convenient, there had always been witches unwilling to compete abroad. Ladder mode put an end to that. Even though local ladder ranking matches still carried a certain degree of weighting—for instance, the unlucky Eastern Isles streamer Yano Yuri had consecutively been matched against ten Fire Dragon Certificate holders, six Great Witches, and more than twenty top-tier witches who had queued in the Eastern Isles. It could be said that she had earned nearly a hundred thousand just from selling autographs and photo opportunities.
A perfectly reasonable source of income.
Upon the enormous planar body, platforms wrapped in spherical crystal panels continuously moved about.
Standing on a VIP platform, Jiang Han watched the platforms outside shifting past, filled with an indescribable sense of industrial pride. It was like the pride—or perhaps the emotion—one felt upon seeing enormous brass machinery in the age of steampunk.
She had paid for a yearly membership costing two hundred thousand just so she could customize rooms and invite friends for practice matches.
She sent an invitation to the Dragon Turtle witch who had accepted the commission, then stood there quietly waiting.
Before long, after roughly two minutes, the air before her stirred with magic. Layer upon layer of translucent black rippled continuously like curtains blown by the