[Inside Mirabella’s Soul Sea]
The vast, tranquil expanse of Mirabella’s inner ntal world felt tense, the crimson egg pulsing like a warning beacon in the center of her spiritual pool.
"Calm down, Master... There must be sothing interesting about this Egg... The Pope won’t risk revealing himself to have it if it’s useless." Cupcake said, sitting on the ground. The feline familiar’s logic was sound; high-tier powerhouses in Galaxy Fall rarely mobilized for trash-tier loot.
"Cupcake is right, Master... Whatever is inside should be valuable and very powerful." Adira added, her ethereal form glowing with an infinite reserve of spirit energy, an absolute anomaly.
Mirabella stared at the two, and sighed, sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring at the egg: "Ok then, I will just start and see how it goes... Cupcake, Make sure to alert if anything goes wrong outside. Adira, I will need your help here."
Adira nodded, and flew towards Mirabella, sitting on her shoulder, and started channeling her endless spirit energy into her body. The sheer influx of raw energy would have ruptured the soul sea of an ordinary Awakened player, but Mirabella’s foundation held firm. Mirabella exhaled, and closed her eyes, activating her ring of fire.
BOOM!!
A shockwave of scorching, localized heat erupted. Cupcake moved backward, watching as the flas surrounding Mirabella moved towards the egg, which greedily absorb it. The crimson shell drank the inferno like water, as the grueling incubation process began.
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[Four Day Later - 8 Am]
[The Day Of Glory Flag Competition Finally Arrived.]
At the center of a small island, sitting at the very center of the three great empires, a gigantic Arena was built, and today, the whole Island was filled with people from all three empires, all rushing to their seats to watch the impending competition. The island served as a permanent neutral zone, heavily fortified by ancient runic barriers designed to withstand the collateral damage of God-level combatants.
At the highest podiums sat the Rulers of all three empires, with audience numbering to tens of thousands. The air was thick with the scent of roasted ats from vendors and the electric tension of rival factions forced into close proximity.
The Glory Flag competition was a renowned competition which happens yearly. It’s also the stage where the strongest youngsters gain their positions in the world power ranking board, gaining benefits from all three empires. In a world governed by stats and levels, this leaderboard was the absolute asure of a generation’s worth.
Not only that, it also showed the ranking of an empire... If an academy wins the competition, both them and their empire will move up the ranking, so the competition was one of the most important, not to ntion they could lose their lives. The geopolitical landscape of Galaxy Fall shifted based on these tournant results; trade routes, dungeon access, and border territories were all on the line.
The first place academy, and top twenty winners gained not just glory and honor, but instantly get resources from all three empires, and adding with the rewards, they will easily ascend to Lv400 plus, boasting their empire’s strength. Pushing players past the Level 400 threshold was how empires minted new strategic deterrents.
Everyone was eager to watch the competition, waiting for the academies to make their entrance.
"Good day, everyone!!!"
A man with long black hair, dressed in white pants and shirt appeared at the very center of the arena, his voice resounding all over the huge field. He wasn’t shouting; he was passively manipulating the sound waves around him using a unique bloodline trait.
"Wow! That’s Sir Davy!! He’s a mber of the sound family!!" Soone yelled from the audience.
"The sound family is from the sword empire, they aren’t that powerful, so they aren’t listed amongst the strongest families... But Davy is the right Host for this competition!" Another said, pointing out the political neutrality required for the role.
"True." The third added.
"Ok everyone!! I won’t waste your ti with useless words, but before we dive to the rules of these competitions, let welco the academy students of the three empires! First! The Sword Empire; Sword academy!!"
The heavy, enchanted steel gates groaned open. Everyone long their necks to the entrance of the arena, watching as 300 students, all in white uniforms, with golden patterns on both shoulders, and a golden sword engraved on their chest walked forward, leading them was the Invincible five of the sword academy, their Captain was none other than, Jessica. Her long white hair styled in a ponytail. She walked with the cold, precise chanics of a warrior who had bathed in blood, her aura barely restrained.
"Wow!!! It’s the Sword empire students!! I can feel their energies from here!!" Soone said in aweso. The combined pressure of three hundred elite combatants caused the ambient energy in the stadium to warp and shimr.
"Wow!! This is beyond crazy, so are already Lv200! Like the captain, she is already Lv250! That’s beyond crazy!!!" Another said in shock, hastily checking his system scanner to verify the golden numbers hovering above Jessica’s head. Hitting Level 250 before graduation was a historical anomaly.
"With such a Captain, who can win them?" The third added, shaking his head at the sheer statistical advantage.
"Hahaha! It seems the sword empire is going all out!! That’s the spirit!!" Davy yelled with a smile, his magically amplified voice cutting through the cheering, watching as the Sword academy students stopped at the edge of the Arena circle in perfect, militaristic formation.
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[In the sword empire’s royal room.]
High above the roaring crowd, seated behind one-way reinforced energy glass, the political architects observed their students.
"Sister, how did you boost her level?" George, Emperor of the sword empire asked in surprised, staring at Nadia.
"What are you saying? Of course, she got her level by clearing dungeons continuously. Why would I use any trick? I only helped with awakening stones." Nadia muttered with a smile, her gaze fixed on the screen, showing what’s happening below. Her serene expression betrayed nothing of the brutal, potentially forbidden thods she might have employed to forge Jessica into a living weapon.
"Good... Do you think anyone can defeat our academy?" George asked again, this ti, his wife, son and daughter sitting on another couch turned to their aunt, seeking reassurance that their empire’s dominance was assured.
"There is only one threat, And that’s Mirabella... Hitachi don’t yet have full control of his eyes, and his level is also low, so he isn’t a threat, but Mirabella is sothing else." Nadia answered calmly, recognizing the terrifying, chaotic variable the blue-haired introduced to the battlefield.
"I have heard of this Mirabella from the Dragon empire, but, is she that strong?" The Prince, a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes asked, his aristocratic pride bristling at the idea of an outsider rivaling their captain.
"Just watch." Nadia said, not answering any more questions, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed the rosters below.
The group looked at one another, and turned back to the screen, silently waiting, unaware that Mirabella was still tearing through the void heading towards the competition, breaking the sound barrier across the ocean as she raced against the clock.
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