Several months passed without a sound.
The fervor that Nameless's Rescue Network had stirred up in the Divine Treasure Space gradually faded.
Anything was exciting when it first appeared. After a while, the novelty wore off.
Plenty of cultivators on the Rescue Network still discussed how to help those seeking aid more efficiently and how to save worlds more effectively. But more and more eyes had turned to the gossip and news on the trending list.
A spiritual rain had fallen that morning. The plants behind Akita Hut looked greener than ever, lush and fragrant with spiritual energy.
Inside the hut, Nameless and the others gathered around a table, their eyes fixed on a miniature arena.
The arena was called Little Fighting King, a toy for cultivators.
A cultivator could pour a sliver of Mental Strength into a chosen fighter, then control it in battle against another cultivator's fighter.
Maria had bought the toy while shopping, and the whole gang at Akita Hut, none of whom had quite outgrown their childhood, had become hooked.
The main draw was that everyone could design a fighter exactly as they pleased. Each could have different talents, with endless combinations and endless ways to fight. They could play for centuries without getting bored.
There were plenty of ways to play, too: one-on-one, two-on-two, two-on-one, three-on-three...
They could reshape the arena's terrain at will and even add all kinds of items or buffs.
Nameless was controlling a burly fighter with an invincible look on his face. Wielding a great blade, he hacked furiously at his opponent, a dog-headed fighter armed with a staff. Staff and blade clashed again and again, scattering tiny sparks.
"Lord Nameless, you've lost! My Invincible Doggy General's greatest talent is growing stronger the longer he fights. If you can't beat me