Human Hunting Tournament

"Wow! ♡"

"So beautiful~~ ♡"

"I want this one!! ♡♡"

Hardly any Celestial Dragons could escape Shakuyaku's beautiful allure.

Even for these well-traveled Celestial Dragons, who were never short of beautiful women at their side, Shakuyaku's beauty was breathtaking.

"Of course you want her! I want her too! Too bad I'm not a contestant!"

Looking down at the enthusiasm of the Celestial Dragons beneath the stage, the Celestial Dragon host wore a lecherous grin as well.

"But she has been kept under strict protection since acquisition! An unblemished 'first-rate product'! Only the winner of this tournament can have her!"

Unlike those filthy slaves, not a speck of dirt could be seen on Shakuyaku. Even her clothes had been carefully selected for her.

The fact that the Celestial Dragons valued her so highly, even treating her with such care, was enough to show how extraordinary Shakuyaku was.

That overwhelming beauty was visible to the naked eye.

This world was not lacking in stunningly beautiful women, but Shakuyaku was different.

Every inch of her skin and every strand of her hair seemed to shine, speaking of noble, luxurious beauty. That sense of presence—or rather, that temperament—could not be found in any other woman.

That was why Shakuyaku stood out among beautiful women across the world and was called "the most beautiful."

"This is the best, Somaz! Win it and bring her back to Shepherd House!"

A Celestial Dragon called out to Somaz of God's Knights.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If I win, she'll naturally become my slave!" Somaz said.

Other members of God's Knights stood in the area where Somaz was.

Hearing Somaz's declaration, Garling said flatly, "She is my wife. Don't dream about it, Somaz."

Garling had specifically ordered this wife from pirates, so he regarded her as his personal property and would not allow anyone else to touch her.

Though she was a prize in this tournament, in Garling's eyes, that was merely a formality to add some excitement to the event.

There could be no winner of this tournament other than himself. Likewise, no one but him would have Shakuyaku.

For that reason, he had even disposed of the red-haired woman who had just borne him two children, simply because he thought Shakuyaku might become jealous.

Of course, all of that was merely Garling's own wishful thinking.

"Gunko! With you here, maybe we can take the trophy in the Clan War!"

The other members of God's Knights joined the conversation as well.

"These people are the Davy Clan~~~!!!"

Shakuyaku had already been taken off the stage. Next, twelve tall, powerfully built natives with thick body hair were brought up, and the Celestial Dragon host excitedly announced their identities, triggering outrage among the Celestial Dragons.

"You are a despised race!"

"Hated generation after generation!!"

"You're Buccaneers, aren't you!? You lot!!"

"Exterminate them! Leave none alive!!"

"It's dangerous to let these people live!!"

"If we can wipe them out completely, today will be a historic day! A day of celebration!!"

According to the education the Celestial Dragons had received, the Davy Clan, like the Buccaneer Tribe, was a hated race that had left an indelible stain on history. They were criminals, a despicable race that had attempted to seize power.

Although that history was only what the Celestial Dragons believed to be the correct version, rather than the truth, whether it was true did not matter. What mattered was that it was clearly recorded in books relating to history and was the only version officially recognized.

Axes, swords, and other lethal weapons were hurled onto the stage by the Celestial Dragons, just as rotten eggs and spoiled vegetables had once been thrown at condemned criminals paraded through the streets before their executions.

"Wait! It's not time yet! Please don't throw knives! If any of the Davy Clan die because of this, you'll be penalized! Wahahaha!"

The Celestial Dragon host stopped the Celestial Dragons below the stage.

He did not care about the Davy Clan's lives. It would not matter if they died, and he even wanted to do the same himself. But as the tournament's host, he still had an obligation to remind the contestants.

"I can't believe you found them, Garling—the race that has hidden for eight hundred years."

"All I can say is that it was fate."

Saturn and Garling stood together, watching the scene with deep emotion.

For the Celestial Dragons, today was a historic moment. The same was true even for the high-ranking God's Knights and Five Elders.

The Davy Clan was a race that had nearly taken the world in the past. They had to be eliminated.

As for why they had to be eliminated, naturally, it was because of that unbearable past.

After introducing the Davy Clan, the host began introducing the true stars of this tournament.

"Next, please allow me to introduce the 'top contenders' in the individual competition~~!"

So-called "top contenders" meant the favorites to win the championship.

Every one of them was an elite among the Celestial Dragons, either a member of God's Knights or one of God's Blades. The most popular among them was Garling of the Figarland Family.

His name had several translated versions—Garling, Gringgu, and Garingu—all referring to him.

Next was Gunko, one of God's Blades.

After introducing the top contenders, the host explained the tournament's specific rules.

This Human Hunting Tournament, or Native Cleansing Tournament, would last for three weeks and end after those three weeks.

A total of two hundred Celestial Dragons would participate as contestants, while there were roughly one hundred thousand natives known as Escape Rabbits.

There were one hundred and fifty Rare Escape Rabbits—troublesome slaves transported from Mary Geoise.

There were thirteen Ultra-Rare Escape Rabbits—slaves from the Davy Clan and Buccaneer Tribe.

Hunting Escape Rabbits of different ranks would earn corresponding points. Whoever had the highest score after three weeks would be the winner of this tournament.

"Don't decide something like this on your own! They're my citizens!"

Just as the host was enthusiastically beginning to explain the tournament's details, the King of God Valley, who had been tied up nearby, suddenly struggled in resistance.

However, he did not struggle for long before someone struck without hesitation and killed the unfortunate king.

"Oh my! Please wait a moment! How could you kill the king of the natives?" The host had no time to stop it. He could only look regretfully at the king's corpse as it collapsed.

"That was one of this tournament's pleasures! We won't get to enjoy the pain of a native king watching his citizens die one after another! Penalty!"

"Top contender Saint Garling's score—will begin at negative ten thousand points!"

For any other contestant, that would undoubtedly have been a disastrous start.

But Garling did not care in the slightest and declared, "A disadvantage of that level is better. It wouldn't be fun if it were too easy."

"Even starting at negative ten thousand points, I will not lose!"