The Monarch's Banquet

"Eternal Night New Calendar, Year 08, January 1."

"Heaven and earth were in chaos; sudden changes arose."

The upheaval accelerated; the killing game reappeared."

"Watch how the Mortal Domain breaks the deadlock."

A silent panel appeared directly before Chen Fan.

Sitting at the table, Chen Fan casually swept his gaze over the chattering group before him, then lowered his head and silently looked at the Heaven-Questioning Bell tucked inside his clothes. Why had this fellow suddenly added narration for him?

"Let me interrupt."

"This narration is free, but those first four words couldn't be added just now, or it would have affected the atmosphere a little."

"It's fine now. Continue."

The corners of Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly. For the moment, he ignored the Heaven-Questioning Bell, which seemed bored out of its mind. After upgrading, this fellow had clearly become much more talkative—or rather, much more eager to butt in.

Ten Thousand Nations Pay Homage, duration: one hour.

During this period—

Time within the internal space was paused.

After the group had already stated their positions, Chen Fan said nothing more. He merely leaned back in his chair, his eyes vacant as he stared into space.

Once Ten Thousand Nations Pay Homage was formally activated, it could not be ended voluntarily.

For the remaining time, all he could do was stare blankly.

Boring.

So boring.

Oh, it seemed the people before him were chattering about something, but he could not focus at all. Their words felt like nothing but white noise. "Chen Fan!"

Suddenly, an angry roar forcibly yanked Chen Fan out of his daze.

"This concerns the greater cause of the Human Race! Could it be that you intend to betray the Human Race?"

Having come back to himself, Chen Fan looked at the Fly Continent's lord,