Colossal Feet

In the depths of the vast universe, within the endless dark expanse far from Blue Star, there was not a trace of light. The place was filled with a cold, decaying aura, and even space itself twisted faintly, as though it could collapse at any moment.

Two indistinct figures, seemingly formed from condensed black mist, floated silently within the dead space.

A terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble radiated from them. Their auras were obscure and unfathomable. They were the masterminds controlling the Undying Arena from behind the scenes.

The figure on the left spoke first. Its voice was hoarse and grating, like two whetstones grinding together, filled with fury and unwillingness:

"How could an existence beyond the Demigod level appear in this world already? She has disrupted our plans again and again, killing the Arena champions of two consecutive sessions. At this rate, our scheme cannot proceed at all!"

The figure on the right was comparatively composed, its aura even colder and deeper.

"Do not panic. It has not reached the worst point yet. As long as her strength has not reached the seventh tier—the true god level—we still have a chance to turn things around. There is no need to be so anxious."

"A chance?"

The figure on the left was full of doubt.

"We have already lost quite a bit of power. Is it worth continuing to waste ourselves here? We might as well abandon this world early and find another low-level world without powerful supernatural beings to stop us. It would be much easier to complete the plan."

The figure on the right fell silent for a moment.

"It is worth it. Beneath this world's spatial barrier, there remains the aura of the origin left behind by a god a thousand years ago. That power