Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 225 Cultural Integration

Rune magic, or rune technology, whatever you call it, is a new thing that has emerged recently.

The emergence of these things is naturally due to the recent daily competition. Those champions who are over two hundred levels may be good at killing, but once they compete in other areas, they may not be able to beat the top local immortals who are three or four hundred levels high.

Even though these enemies from the sky are all highly skilled, they cannot catch up with the profound foundation that time has brought them. Fortunately, even if it is not in terms of killing, these chosen champions have their own accumulation of knowledge and skills.

After they demonstrated some things that they considered extremely basic, the nascent rune technology began to take root.

"Can ice really freeze inside a cabinet with just these few symbols?"

Listening to the servants' explanation, Setka still found it a bit unbelievable. After all, this kind of technique of conjuring ice out of thin air should require priests to use divine magic to accomplish—but now, just by embedding a few symbols on the cabinet, the entire cabinet was emitting a chilling aura.

"how did you do that?"

Sethka felt his understanding was being challenged, or rather, since he awoke from his death, the whole world seemed to have become something he couldn't comprehend at all.

But these very things that are incomprehensible are already commonplace in the eyes of others.

"This is normal; it's a method those chosen champions used to freeze people's heads..."

As the servants explained, Setka gradually learned the origin of these frozen runes.

Those heavily armored monsters, also known as the Chosen Champions, had a habit of preserving the heads of their enemies as a record of their battles. However, once a head was removed, it would quickly rot. So, in order to make sure that the heads were still legible, the Chosen Champions discovered the convenient method of freezing runes through repeated attempts.

Simply mark the severed head, and you can confidently insert it into the spikes of armor to boast of your achievements. These heads will remain intact for at least three months until a new one is inserted.

"This……"

After learning this, some blurry images began to appear in Setka's mind.

Yes, as one of the people whose heads were chopped off by the chosen champion, he had also had his head frozen in this way before his resurrection.

The images swirling in Sethka's mind made his consciousness somewhat confused, and his usually sharp judgment as a top warrior was also confused by this chaotic information—at this moment, Sethka felt that he probably hadn't come back to life yet, or perhaps he hadn't woken up yet.

However, now that he has come back to life, regardless of whether he is fully awake or not, as the founder of the enforcement team, he still needs to work normally.

So, after a short vacation, Setka returned to his post, carrying his signature two-handed axe.

Recently, due to the scarcity of murder-for-leveling cases, the law enforcement team, under the priests' arrangement, has taken on other tasks, such as managing crowds on the streets or providing security for various events. The most important event right now is, of course, the tournament called "Number One Under Heaven," which is actually for determining the best person in the world.

It's said that this grand event was originally intended to be called the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament, but this name was met with widespread opposition—a martial arts tournament is naturally for warriors, but the problem is, is being good at combat and killing really what makes someone the world's number one? "Putting everything else aside, no matter how strong you are, can you really go without eating a single bite of food?"

The one who said these words was Elias, the second-generation Master of Rice and also the Chosen Champion.

This statement immediately garnered support from the majority of people.

Thinking about it carefully, it really makes sense. No matter how strong your combat skills are, you still have to eat. If you are cut off from food at this time, then the so-called number one in the world may not really be number one. In addition, cooking can actually be broken down into smaller parts. For example, no matter how good the chef is, he can't make anything if he doesn't have the ingredients.

To grow the best wheat, even more is needed, from crafting farming tools to daily care, and even praying to the gods for favorable weather in bad years... All these factors combined make it seem like no one can truly claim to be the best in the world.

Thus, this conference came into being.

Whether they were originally from this land or fell from the sky, they will prove their ideas, prove that they are number one, and prove that they are the true strongest in their own way.

How can this be proven?

Even the usually wise Sethka felt his brain wasn't working properly at this moment.

There was no competition format, no group divisions, and the entire event didn't even have the most basic rules—but thinking about it, it's obvious that there was no way they could actually come up with any proper competition format. After all, you can't have a soldier compete with a chef in cooking, nor can you have a farmer compete with a soldier in killing.

However, despite the absurdity of the competition format, participants still flocked to it, especially the supposedly chosen champions who had fallen from the sky—they themselves came from outer space, yet they still wanted to compete for the title of number one in the world; it all sounded far-fetched.

"But...from outer space?"

Sethka astutely grasped the key point.

Is there life beyond the heavens?

It wasn't that Sethka had any doubts about this kind of thing, but rather that he had never thought of it from this perspective before—after all, he was originally just an ordinary warrior whose knowledge of the heavens was limited to those high and mighty gods. As for things beyond those gods, this was the first time he had ever heard of them.

"So, it turns out that there are other worlds in the heavens besides the gods."

Sethka immediately became extremely interested in those unknown worlds. Putting aside whether or not to fight there, just experiencing the customs and culture he had never seen before would be a good thing.

But at that moment, Sethka suddenly thought of something else.

"Since I've already thought this way, what do these chosen champions from the heavens think?"

(End of this chapter)