The Competitors' Works

From the first glimmer of dawn until dusk fell, after a long day of waiting, the Alchemy Competition was finally nearing its end.

For most of those in the audience seats, they had nearly forgotten why they had come here today. The day had felt more like camping than watching a competition.

The organizing committee had later placed soundproofing spells on the audience boxes as well. As long as they drew the curtains, no matter how much noise they made inside, they would not disturb the competitors still competing.

Aside from the FMC salespeople, who had made a fortune in the process, some people had not come for nothing either—

They had met people they had long wanted to know, reached several highly profitable partnerships, or received invitations of considerable importance.

After all, aside from those accompanying the judges and competitors, the rest of the audience had been invited because of their exceptional status, immense wealth, profound knowledge, or similar qualifications.

Amid the leisurely atmosphere, a huge bell suddenly rang out. Many people jolted awake, pulled open the curtains of their boxes, and saw Harris leap energetically onto the stage once more. Spreading his arms, he shouted:

"Everyone, after a long wait, the competition is finally about to end!"

Behind him stood a clock over three meters tall. Its hands ticked away, showing that there were only thirty seconds left before the competition ended.

The FMC staff in blue uniforms hurriedly pressed a button, barely managing not to miss the latter half of Harris's speech.

—Because the competition itself was too dull, the Streaming Mirror had begun broadcasting other entertaining programs shortly after the opening ceremony. On the enormous screens in the arena, however, the competitors could always be seen working diligently on their creations.

The next second, curtains were