Five or six teachers from the Otherworld Ten Academies stood atop a tall building, looking down at the crowd below. A middle-aged foxman among them chuckled. "This year's admissions are far livelier than in previous years. The number of people who have stirred the statues has increased tenfold, and every one of them is young and high-spirited, their edge fully exposed—none willing to yield to another."
A plump old bearfolk man replied with a genial smile, "Not just them. The number of ordinary geniuses applying has also increased sixtyfold over usual. This is a blessing for the Otherworld Region. If this continues, the Otherworld Region's strength will surpass that of the other regions."
A beautiful, full-figured woman said with a smile, "I don't see it that way. The Otherworld Region's fortune has not changed much; it is impossible for so many geniuses to suddenly appear. Geniuses are not cabbages—each one represents immense fortune, and each comes from a different powerful faction."
"The reason so many geniuses have appeared this time should be related to the prophecy left behind by the King of Kings of our various races before his death."
Hearing the woman's words, a middle-aged man dressed in scholarly robes could not help but sigh.
"At the height of our various races' glory, we were led by the King of Kings. Back then, countless races, great and small, acknowledged him as their king. Every king, emperor, and sovereign submitted at his feet. He was the unquestionable King of Kings. He united all races as one, and even the three strongest races—the gods, devils, and demons—had to avoid his sharp edge."
"But after his death, all the various races crumbled into a heap of loose sand, becoming one of the weakest among the eight races. I only hope his prophecy