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As Hogue finished speaking, the audience was surprised by the brutality of the competition, but few truly cared. After all, matters of the magic world had nothing to do with most of them.
The guild members, on the other hand, were all shocked. However, the powerful guilds did not care at all. They knew perfectly well that, with their guilds' strength, they would never be disbanded. Even if something went wrong, they had backing and would not be disbanded. It was the small guilds, with neither strength nor connections, that were likely to be dissolved.
Of course, there was nothing bad about disbanding weak guilds. First, fewer guilds meant fewer people sharing the missions, leaving more missions and greater profits for the remaining guilds. Moreover, once the small guilds were disbanded, their wizards would surely join the surviving guilds. With nearly twenty thousand guilds, even if each had only one wizard, distributing them among the remaining guilds would greatly increase their strength.
The major guilds agreed with this. They agreed wholeheartedly.
Fine, the major guilds agreed, but the guilds below wanted to make trouble. Unfortunately, no matter how they protested, with everyone watching and Uranus overseeing the scene, they all fell silent.
Seeing their silence, Hogue chuckled. "The first Grand Magic Games are about to begin! The first event will be a melee! Each of the more than twenty thousand participating guilds will select one person to fight in a melee across the entire plaza! Every contestant must defeat ten people and seize the guild emblems of ten others in order to win the first event!"
Hogue spoke with a smile, but his tone quickly turned sinister. "Of course... the guilds of those eliminated will be disbanded as well! In other words, only two thousand guilds will remain after