They all tacitly adhered to the game rules, avoiding the intervention of "god" which would disrupt the balance of this transformation, leaving it to fate to decide their destiny.

Bazarian felt that the timing of the appearance of this Ice Crystal Giant Tree was just right, like the best seat in the Eternal Theater, allowing her to clearly observe the progression of the cricket tournament, and... "another her" sacrificed eternal life to create the world that expelled them.

She could see the river separating the Upper City and the Lower City, forming an impassable boundary for the common folk.

This city was built in an orderly manner, contrasting sharply with the decaying prison, which was like a child's scatter of toys without any logic.

"What a pity, the establishment of order requires the effort of countless people across several eras."

Bazarian's scarlet pupils sparkled, the bright moon in the night sky also tinged red by this anomaly, "But to destroy it, just a few pests and lunatics are enough."

That's why she didn't need Ethan, nor did she need anyone to be her advisor.

They seemed numerous, but stood on the most passive ground from the beginning.

Pests and lunatics always existed.

All she had to do was strike a match, and this world would burn on its own.

Before she finished speaking, an anomaly suddenly appeared above the prison, causing Bazarian to pause slightly.

It seemed to be a black sword breaking through the prison dome, hurled into the sky, where someone faintly shouted amidst the wave of decaying flesh.

It seemed there were still some who hadn't given up.

The brilliance of human nature.

Bazarian's lips curled into a smile; this was the most intriguing aspect of humanoids discovered by "another her," nurturing it gently like a young sprout.

She suddenly became curious and genuinely anticipated, after thousands of years, what kind of fruit would bloom from that initial sprout?

The deputy Prison Warden she was watching struggled incessantly in the torrent of decaying flesh.

His body was completely submerged, his face smeared with blood and grime.

But now, he was about to conduct the last alchemy.

The prison guards couldn't understand his actions.

They all knew how many sacrifices it took to "forge" this Magic Sword, and experienced firsthand how low the success rate of this ritual was, with the golden glow seeming like a high-standard reward. Even if there was a greater prize beyond the Magic Sword, could they truly succeed with this last gamble?

In fact, even the prison guards didn't know what kind of weapon was needed to contend with Marshall.

They didn't want to leave their fate to a gamble, but the deputy Prison Warden used his last strength to hurl the Magic Sword into the night sky.

"Stop wasting time and do as I say!"

The struggling voice of the deputy Prison Warden could be heard amidst the wave of decaying flesh.

The prison guards ultimately complied, working together to use a broken, half-melted iron railing to push the deputy Prison Warden away to the other side.

He used all his strength to crash into a room.

The Magic Sword in the clouds was falling, and the deputy Prison Warden lay exhausted on a flesh-like sandy floor, gazing up at the sky through the broken dome.

Having stayed in this prison for ten years, no one knew its structure better than he did.

If Marshall's fruit consumption place was used as one of the ritual's focal points...

The falling Magic Sword became clearer within his vision. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Of course, he didn't hope that, as an "African," he would suddenly get lucky in this last gamble; rather, what he truly wanted to utilize was the rules of the "Blade Forging Competition," because he suddenly realized that the rules themselves were their most powerful weapon.

No matter what they retrieved from the black hole, whatever was sacrificed would surely disappear.

The black sword also didn't hit the ground in the end but transformed into white radiance before entering the prison.

Similarly disappearing was the deputy Prison Warden's arm, then his body, and then from him as the origin, it spread to the melting floor engulfing him.

The rapid torrent of decaying flesh gradually halted, along with everything it swept up, becoming part of the white glow until it was sucked into the door activated by the ritual.

"There are still some who haven't given up."

As Ethan spoke, the whole prison along with the melting flesh turned into white light, vanishing without a trace in the night sky.

"Truly impressive indeed."

Bazarian remained elegant and composed, "Looks like today's only a draw."

"Is it really so?"

Ethan looked directly at Bazarian, her long hair floating with the night wind, radiating an enthralling beauty under the scarlet moonlight.

His gaze moved down and stopped at her crossed legs.

From the moment he stepped onto the staircase, he noticed a detail.

A detail significant enough to determine the direction of this conversation.

Bazarian sensed Ethan's gaze and flauntedly moved her ankle in sandals, her delicate red ribbon outlining feet like works of art.

She smiled, waiting for Ethan's continuation.

"Anzi."

Ethan raised his right hand, pointing finger like a detective, "It seems your butt's been frozen to the branch."

Sitting on ice in such cold weather is inevitable, this is the product of Lindong's Ice Elemental Magic, so cold it can freeze the soul.

Astonishingly, the Goddess's elegant smile froze on her face.

She subtly shifted her body, yet couldn't move an inch.

"Senzi."

After a brief silence, Bazarian's forced smile returned, looking at Ethan with a hint of plea, "Lend a hand, won't you?"

The outcomes of today,

Bazarian's defeat.