Return

About an hour later, nearly everyone who had survived without serious injuries had gathered in the enormous pit at the center of the world. Now, everyone was digging, and they worked with tremendous enthusiasm.

As Dole dug, he inspected the soil, his heart brimming with delight. He had not driven these people away. Everyone had contributed, and everyone would take some soil with them. That way, whether it was the Glory Wizard Alliance or other factions, they would all gain something and would not come demanding it from him. Otherwise, he would still have to hand over a portion. Somewhere deep inside, he sensed that this soil was absolutely good stuff—certainly more valuable than the Spatial Calamity Pearls.

And though there were many Spatial Calamity Pearls here, there could not be more than a thousand at most. Divided among so many people and so many factions, each person would not get much. Yet he had nearly two thousand on him, enough to secure first place.

Though he did not know what the reward would be, first place was definitely his. There was no doubt about it.

Everyone busied themselves. No one spoke; they simply dug obediently. The entire scene looked both magnificent and tragic.

More than three thousand people had entered, but now only half remained. And every one of them was an elite from the imperial capital, an elite of their respective families. If they returned now, who knew whether those factions would laugh or cry.

It had been far too brutal. Yet in that earth-shattering explosion just now, not many people had died. Most had only been injured—Dole could sense that much.

No one knew how much time had passed before Dole was the first to leave the wall and fly toward one of the openings. As he