Let the first to advance lead those who follow

Only after watching the young man with the delicate features leave did the ruler of Bit Continent turn to the ten remaining factions. His expression was calm. "There are always people who want to pluck the peaches without daring to charge in first."

"They just want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight."

"Then they'll wait for a chance to swoop in and reap the fisherman's spoils."

"But..."

"As long as we have enough people, once we've dealt with the Mortal Domain, we can spare the forces to make sure no one steals our peaches."

"Our aim is simple."

"After watching the Mortal Domain for a year, we've seen that it has enormous potential. It may well become king of this War Mire. We need to crush it in the cradle and seize its opportunities."

"The moment the Mortal Domain enters the War Mire..."

"That's when war begins."

"No warning. We strike at once. Whichever faction lands first gets every opportunity in the area where it lands. Each of us relies on our own ability. What do you say?"

His words fell.

Everyone fell silent. No one spoke, but no one left, either. That meant they all accepted the proposal.

In truth, it hardly needed proposing.

They had all been thinking much the same thing.

Beyond eliminating their greatest rival, there was another important reason: the continents in the core region were roughly matched in strength. They had never managed to decide who would rule the War Mire or emerge as its final victor.

And Eternal Night Continent...

A continent brimming with opportunities.

A continent highly likely to hold an "ancient supreme treasure."

A continent almost certain to grow stronger and stronger, yet now at its weakest.

If they could seize some of its opportunities, they could