Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World Chapter 551: Resolve

The idea was indeed a novel one. Comntators across Aurora wasted no ti dissecting it, calling it the Federation’s attempt to bridge the gap between everyday society and the supernatural.

It was said the League would exist in two forms.

The first was the virtual circuit, a carefully regulated battlefield where the majority of the matches would take place.

A virtual reality field just like how the second round of the college exams was conducted.

This would allow combatants to push their abilities to their limits in environnts generated to mimic real danger, without the sa risks that ca with unrestrained supernatural clashes.

The second was the reality circuit. This would be the stage for the finals. Here, the spectacle would be raw and unfiltered, with contenders facing off in specially fortified arenas designed to withstand the devastation their powers could unleash.

Here, anyone who could afford the tickets could watch it live.

A sport that could be consud as both ga and reality, offering safety and scale in the virtual circuit while preserving the awe and spectacle of true combat in the finals.

But for all the excitent, much was still being kept under wraps. How the players would earn from the League was one of the biggest unanswered questions. Rumors swirled that the inco would eclipse even the highest-paying sports in the world—football, racing, and so on—but for now, nothing concrete had been revealed.

More details would co, but only when those involved were ready to announce them.

Until then, the public had to be content with anticipation.

Lily sat cross-legged on her bed, the pale glow of her phone projection painting her face in shades of blue.

The image hovered above the screen, a translucent panel showing the chatter of her school group. Lines of text flickered in rapid bursts as her classmates debated furiously.

Most of the boys were already obsessed with the Supernatural Exhibition League, their excitent spilling into half-baked predictions and jokes.

"Did you guys read the fine print?" one ssage read. "This whole thing isn’t really for Awakeners—it’s tailored to cultivators."

Dozens of notifications stacked on top of each other, each variation of the sa point. The League, at least for now, was being presented as a cultivator’s sport.

Awakeners? Left uncertain.

So speculated that another version might be created in the future, one that gave Awakeners their own stage.

Lily stared at the scrolling conversation, her lips pressing into a thin line.

She wasn’t really concerned with whether it was a cultivators’ sport or an Awakeners’ sport. What caught her attention was sothing else entirely.

Another announcent the Federation had released stirred the group into an even louder frenzy.

"It’s a new ga!" one of the boys typed, his words flashing bright against the projection. "They said it’ll be a duel ttype . Anyone in Aurora can play it. Even ordinary people."

That one line had the chat exploding.

"It’s not just for fun either," another added. "The whole system’s designed for cultivators. But they said anyone can enter."

A third voice chid in: "There’ll be a leaderboard. Top players will get noticed. If soone with the right connections sees your na, you could be picked to join the League."

The effect was instant. The boys in her group were already comparing it to childhood dreams of becoming football stars. The money. The fa. The possibility of being plucked from obscurity into the spotlight. For cultivators, it was the perfect bait. For everyone else, it was the first step into believing they could beco more.

It was the sa fantasy nearly every boy had once had—imagining himself on the pitch, the crowd chanting his na, his life transford by talent and recognition. Except now, the fantasy wasn’t limited to a ball on grass. This was grander. This was supernatural.

And Lily... Lily happened to be one of those swept up in the tide.

Her cousin had always forced her to cultivate. At first, she complied because it was easier than arguing—and because she too wanted strength, though her desire never burned as fiercely as his expectations. Thanks to Michael’s support, she never lacked resources. But cultivation was a slow road, and even with every advantage, she knew it would take her at least half a year to a year to reach the threshold of becoming an official cultivator.

Until now, that had always seed distant, sothing she could take at her own pace. But this—this changed things.

For the first ti, Lily felt a hunger gnawing at her insides. The kind of hunger Michael would have been glad to see far earlier.

The image of herself standing in an arena, her na climbing the leaderboard, her face broadcasted across the continent—millions watching, millions cheering—burned bright in her mind.

Would she one day step into the League? Would she be worshiped like her cousin was?

It was only a thought. But it was an exciting one.

The ssages kept piling in, a blur of speculation and bravado.

Lily read them all in silence until the words began to blur together. Her fingers tightened around the edge of her phone. With a quiet exhale, she let the projection fade and set the device aside.

It slipped from her palm and dropped onto the bedspread with a dull thud.

Her eyes wandered across the room. They stopped on the object leaning against the far wall—a simple wooden sword.

For a long mont, she just stared at it.

Then, without another thought, Lily rose from the bed and crossed the room. Her hand wrapped around the worn hilt, the familiar weight settling into her grip.

She stepped out into the backyard, the night air cool against her skin. The grass was damp beneath her feet, the silence broken only by the distant chirping of crickets.

Lily raised the sword.

The first swing wasn’t perfect, her form stiff from lack of practice. But she didn’t stop. She swung again. And again. The rhythm ca slowly, her body loosening as repetition took hold.