[GodDraw77 Ga — World War]
[Your exclusive world challenge has been detected — Domino Gamble]
[Each cloud house hosts a unique ga the. Every ti you win a ga inside a cloud house, you will receive one World Graveyard token. Each house can only yield one token.]
[After collecting thirteen World Graveyards, the Divine Ga will begin matching you with other contestants. If there are not enough players, mysterious challengers will join to fill the table.]
[Once matching is complete, the mont any player earns a fourteenth World Graveyard, the ga begins. The player who obtained that fourteenth token plays first.]
[After the ga begins, only by playing a World Graveyard can a player earn another.]
[When a player defeats an opponent within their own world challenge, they imdiately clear it.]
[The first player to clear their challenge will beco GodDraw77.]
[Combat is not permitted outside the cloud houses. Inside, all players must obey ga rules.]
[Current fastest clear record: 159 minutes]
[World Challenge: Domino Gamble. Winning card: GodDraw77]
Rita stared blankly at the notification, trying to figure out what "Domino Gamble" even ant, when another announcent echoed in her head.
[Ding — To ensure fairness in this match, all contestants will undergo soul reawakening.]
[This state applies only within the GodDraw77 ga world.]
[Note: While Divine Ga will obscure portions of native mory regarding the World War, players are advised not to act recklessly.]
For a brief mont her gaze was unfocused. Then her eyes sharpened.
Ah… so she had really made it this far.
Only seconds ago she had been lost in the ga chanics, but after the awakening she instantly understood. It was basically mahjong — but she had to win small gas first before she could draw tiles.
Win gas, collect thirteen tokens, gather a table, play a round, draw, play again, draw again, and so on until soone completed a winning hand.
She had read enough "Mahjong for Beginners" guides to realize the na GodDraw77 suddenly made perfect sense.
In the test logs of Chaotic Blocks, where the gods themselves had once taken turns playing as Fat Duck, there had been this sa design. Before the official launch, the deities and demons had tried the GodDraw77 build themselves.
And the fastest clear belonged to that unknown god who drew the mahjong-style world and won with a perfect hand — a luxury seven pairs, the fabled "Grand Seven."
When the cards opened, that god cleared the ga instantly.
Opening hand, instant victory — GodDraw77.
As the thought clicked into place, Rita turned back toward the others who had entered the world alongside her and heard the sa rule announcent.
Soul reawakened, she could tell exactly who she'd be sharing a table with.
She t the abyssal eyes of Wither Monarch, calm and deep as an ancient well. She saw Syntax pull out a pair of glasses and slide them on with exaggerated precision. She saw Fat Goose crouching on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and Pine Bloom smiling brightly as ever.
The owl monarch had done quite well — she'd already earned a divine relic in this round.
One by one, the students stepping through the white gate changed.
Their faces were still young, but the light behind their eyes had aged decades in an instant. In those slender bodies now lived seasoned souls — steady, cold, gentle, ruthless, all mixed in different asures.
Even Rita felt that sa weight.
She stood on the tilted remains of a broken mountain, watching the white door that had yet to close because not all players had entered. Beyond it, the endless stands stretched to the horizon.
And she wasn't the only one looking back. Nearly half the players already inside turned their heads as well.
The audience was a sea of color, packed so tightly that it looked like a single breathing organism. If this weren't a magical world, no place could ever fit this many spectators at once.
Yet the players still looked back.
For a Divine Ga competitor, it was a useless, inefficient action — but every player who loved Arisentna found themselves doing it without thinking.
As for those who didn't…
Maple Syrup's expression was cool as her gaze swept over the newly awakened players. Across the distance, she exchanged a look with Mistblade, who didn't seem thrilled either.
She had only wanted to test Maple Syrup's attitude that day, but the truth was, she hadn't wanted Wither Monarch and the others to awaken either. Who in their right mind wanted competition awake when the divine relics were up for grabs?
At least Maple Syrup had [Faded Holand]. Pine Bloom had claid [Whale Falls in the Wind]. Mistblade, however, still had nothing.
Mistblade stopped hesitating. In a few quick leaps, she entered the first cloud house. Maple Syrup followed imdiately, choosing another.
Rita wasted no ti searching for Lightchaser or glaring at Wither Monarch. She moved through the floating debris, keeping her distance from Maple Syrup and Mistblade, until one drifting cloud house ca close enough. She jumped in.
Inside was a sleek tallic interior, every wall reflecting pale blue light. The room felt technological, its space at least five hundred square ters. A bar stood to one side, a food counter to another, but most of the space was filled with gaming tables.
Rules and objectives were written clearly on the wall in bright floating letters.
So that was the point — to make them play, not waste ti figuring things out. Even the mass soul revival probably served that goal.
Rita didn't rush to join a ga. Instead, she scanned the room, found a bartender polishing glasses behind the counter, and asked, "Can I eat food from outside here?"
The bartender stared at her for a few seconds. His face was blank at first, then suddenly split into a knowing grin, as if at an inside joke. "Of course."
Rita didn't bother figuring out if he was a god, a demon, or a machine. She headed for a quiet corner by the dining area and sat down.
Then she used her new skill — [Let It Die].
If she was about to play cards, she would need all the luck she could get.
Her six lost luck points from the fun match had already recovered, but really, who ever complained about being too lucky?
The glow faded, revealing a wooden bento box about the size of a tablet. Even unopened, it gave off a distinct alchemical aroma.
Her brain automatically started identifying ingredients — that slled like essence of serenity, maybe a drop of dawnroot extract.
When she lifted the lid, it wasn't the dark culinary nightmare she had expected. The food inside was artfully arranged, colors bright and flavors rich.
The box itself was enchanted with a simple spatial charm. She quickly unpacked each dish — three mains, a soup, fruit, rice, and a full set of utensils: knife, fork, chopsticks, spoon, and napkin.
She wasted no ti and took her first bite.
The mont the food touched her tongue, Rita's eyes widened in astonishnt. She could taste the potion — unmistakably so — but it didn't matter. It was delicious.
Dustfire had managed to rge alchemy and cooking into one.
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