"Lord Light Lord, what organization was behind the attempt on your life? They even dared to assassinate the great Light Lord. Aren't they afraid?"
Dongguan said this to Nihemo.
At that moment, Dongguan wore the expression of a devout believer.
"That organization is called the Real Person Society. Nothing but a gathering of worthless scum who think they can pierce this cloud of light. Disgusting creatures," Nihemo replied.
It was the fiftieth day of the Life-and-Death Selection. Tomorrow would mark the start of the next cycle.
Then there would be a new round of virtual duels, and even Blood Battles.
By now, half of the building's 1,280 rooms stood empty.
The good news was that Meng Jin had also passed the first round and had since sought Dongguan's advice several times in the virtual world.
"What sort of organization is this Real Person Society? How dare they attempt to assassinate the great Light Lord?" Anger showed on Dongguan's face, as though he truly felt outraged by the Real Person Society's assassination attempt.
But Nihemo was very pleased.
"Don't worry. A Light Lord isn't so easily killed. Even without you that day, I would have been fine. I simply would have lost all face."
Only a loss of face, with no threat to his life.
Dongguan's heart sank. He knew now that this Light Lord was even stronger than he had imagined.
"Naturally, those scum could never threaten the great Light Lord. Protecting your dignity was my supreme honor." Dongguan spoke words that sickened even himself.
But this was how ordinary people on the Light and Dark Continent normally behaved before a Light Lord.
"Mm." Nihemo nodded.
"Then, great Lord Nihemo, could you tell me about those scum? The thought of living in the same world as them disgusts me beyond