"I'm not sure." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"Maybe they're creating chaos to buy time for some scheme."
"Don't panic, don't panic~" Cipher remained perfectly calm.
"With Seamstress and Big Sis Tribbie, two demigods, holding the fort, what are you afraid of?"
"Don't worry, everyone." Tining also tried to reassure them.
"We guarantee in the name of demigods that the so-called [Three Calamities] are fake."
"However, we can't predict whether someone might deliberately make a move."
"What does it matter?" Yan Huan looked at Apophis.
"The trophy hasn't been brought out now. Aside from you few, nobody knows where the real trophy is."
"Mm... not necessarily!" Trianne touched the halo above her head and reminded him.
"Little Huan, don't forget that many founding elders were involved when Okhema was first established."
"You can narrow down where the trophy might be hidden through elimination."
"Then put it in my room." Yan Huan offered a solution.
"So what if they know where it is? Let them try taking the trophy right from under my nose."
"Hey, you're fucking brilliant!" Apophis said excitedly.
As their strongest fighter, Yan Huan was undoubtedly a good choice to protect the trophy.
So what if people knew where the trophy was? Did they have the nerve to come take it?
"Huanzi, this isn't your plan, is it?" Cipher eyed Yan Huan suspiciously.
"You're worried you can't win the championship, so you want to get your hands on the trophy early?"
"How could that be!" Yan Huan said disdainfully.
"In Okhema, anyone who can beat me in an event hasn't been born yet!"
"Is that so?" A familiar voice suddenly came from nearby.
Everyone turned toward the voice and found Anaxa standing there.
"Hey—you!" Apophis was about to say something when Anaxa raised his hand and silently put