· The Human Race King's Best Selection Competition!

In the early morning, golden sunlight lit up the royal palace hall. Beneath it, most of Elchea's residents had gathered here, every gaze fixed firmly on the girl named Clammy beside the throne above. Just moments ago, she had crushed her final opponent with overwhelming force.

In other words, this girl, who had defeated every gambler of the Human Race, would now become the Human Race's brand-new king.

"Then I hereby announce that Clammy Zell has claimed the final victory in the selection battle. Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge her?"

Before the throne, the minister of the Kingdom of Elchea looked around at the people surrounding the palace hall as he asked. But when he failed to see a certain figure, a trace of disappointment inevitably entered his eyes. After all, compared to this girl who had appeared out of nowhere, he still hoped even more that the previous king's granddaughter, Stephanie—the girl who had been raised from childhood with the throne in mind—would inherit the crown.

But even if he hoped deep down that Stephanie would inherit the kingdom, he could not possibly defy the will left behind by the previous king.

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A few seconds later, the minister looked at the silent crowd below and let out a deep sigh. Then he turned to the calm-faced girl beside him. Beneath the light veil was a face as tranquil as ever, as if she felt no excitement at all about soon inheriting the kingdom—or rather, as if she had long since been certain she would become the final victor, which was why she could remain so composed now.

"Then, according to the late king's last words, we shall crown Elchea's new king, Clammy Zell. Anyone with objections may raise them. Otherwise, those who remain silent—"

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