Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 351 Celia didn't mean it.

Time quickly moved on to the quarterfinals.

Starting from this round, Team Sacred One will face even stronger opponents.

However, aside from watching their opponents' matches, they didn't specifically try to find out anything about their opponents.

Because Benovia would seek out information on those rivals, condense and analyze the information, and ultimately extract the most useful parts to tell Celia and the other candidates for sainthood.

Just like the food chain team we're facing now.

Benovia's expression was very strange: "This team is even more outrageous than the previous heretic team. They have no teamwork at all, barely fulfilling the duties of a team. Moreover, the races they come from perfectly fit the name of the 'food chain.' Based on their characteristics, they are rats, weasels, foxes, wolves, and tigers. It is said that they did not have fox-eared beastmen at first, but had bear-type beastmen. However, the bears and tigers fought over the top position in the 'food chain,' and in the end, it is said that the wolves and tigers joined forces to drive the bears away."

Looking towards the area where the Orc Empire was located, Celia couldn't help but ask, "Do the orcs of the Orc Empire also have a food chain like wild beasts and monsters, where they devour each other?"

Benovia shook her head: "There might have been some before the Age of Calamity, but not anymore. It's just that due to the influence of animal instincts, the hostility between 'natural enemies' is still very serious. Even this [food chain] group, which claims to have abandoned everything, still has a lot of internal conflicts. Maybe we can take advantage of it."

Benovia pulled the group up and they began to discuss things in hushed tones.

After a moment, Doris frowned. "I can't use that kind of tactic. I prefer to directly provoke and enrage my opponent."

Phil shook his head: "These words are too... I can't do them either."

Anke: "I can say it, but it might not be convincing."

Benovia: "I talk too much nonsense and like to go on and on, and they won't listen to me seriously."

Everyone looked at Celia.

Celia: "What are you looking at me for? How can you bear to let the cutest Celia do such a thing?!"

……

The two sides arrived at the arena. Celia stood at the front and bowed to the five opponents opposite her: "Hello, everyone. It is a pleasure to learn from the most powerful orc team. Your strength is something we admire."

Celia's words immediately silenced the opposing "Food Chain" team, who were about to launch into trash talk, leaving them speechless and stunned.

Even the cheers from the audience stopped.

Celia continued, "The fact that you've come this far proves that your unity is incredibly strong. Even though Mr. Tiger calls Mr. Wolf and Miss Fox useless and a burden every day; Miss Weasel farts every day and lies to everyone that it's because the room smells like perfume; Miss Fox always slacks off and doesn't contribute; Mr. Wolf assigns Mr. Rat to deliver food to everyone every day; and Mr. Rat spits in everyone's lunchboxes every day... none of this has shaken your unity, which we greatly admire!"

With each statement Celia made, the expressions on the other side grew increasingly grim, until finally, everyone glared angrily at Mr. Rat.

Celia quickly said, "Don't look down on Mr. Mouse. Although he secretly mocks you for eating his saliva every day, he also says that he is the core of the team. This means that your team is very harmonious and united!"

Compared to things like looking down on others, slacking off, ordering teammates around, or spitting in someone else's lunchbox—especially rat saliva—the others put aside everything else and unanimously glared at the rat at the bottom of the food chain.

"Mr. Rat is at the very bottom of the food chain. He's sacrificed a lot for the harmony of the team. It's okay to let him vent. He's still in your bed..."

Celia didn't speak, but the expressions of the others changed, and they all glared angrily at Mr. Rat.

"No wonder the boxed lunch I ate tasted weird. I thought everyone in the Northern Union ate this kind of garbage."

"No wonder the bed smelled so bad yesterday. I thought some heretics had invaded. Did you take a dump on the bed?"

"What have you done?!"

Mr. Mouse panicked and glared at Celia: "How...how did you know?"

At this point, instead of denying it, they questioned how they knew?

Is this what the orcs are like?
Celia blinked. "Didn't you say all of this while drinking with everyone at the tavern? You even said you could tell the other teammates whatever you wanted, that you're the boss in the team and nobody would dare do anything to you. So you can't say it? I'm sorry, Mr. Rat, I knew I shouldn't have said it. I apologize... I hope everyone won't withhold Mr. Rat's competition rewards because of this."

"Is this really true?" Mr. Tiger demonstrated to everyone what it meant to be glaring like a tiger.

"I..." Mr. Mouse was on the verge of tears, but the angry glares from his four teammates prevented him from opening his mouth.

Seeing this, the referee quickly started a countdown.

Once the timer started, the orc players had no choice but to temporarily set aside their anger and begin fighting their enemies.

However, the thought of eating breakfast with rat saliva made everyone feel nauseous.

As a result, their offense and defense became less serious.

Mr. Rat, in particular, lost the strength to shoot an arrow when he realized that everyone's attention was on him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

In a moment of panic, a surge of anger followed.

Damn it, just because I'm a mouse, they treat me like a slave every day?

I've fucking had enough!

If it weren't for me holding down the fort from the rear, could you few possibly defeat humans?
A brainless, charge-only stupid tiger; a foolish wolf who commands others all day long; a lazy wolf who slacks off all day and only knows how to flatter the tiger; a idiotic fox who borrows the tiger's power; a skunk who leaps and bounds, performs a series of actions as fierce as a tiger, but deals zero and a half damage... This team is clearly all about me dealing damage!
The hamster got angrier and angrier the more it thought about it.

Rather than put up with this humiliation here, I'd rather go back and make babies with the rat women!
Quit it!
Thinking this, the mouse-like machine gun-like bow fired a series of powerful magical crossbow bolts.

As an archer, his spell attack and casting speed are unparalleled.

If he were playing normally, he should be dominating the Sacred One team right now.

But now...

The thought that even if he won the championship, those damn guys might take his share of the prize money was daunting.

The mouse's attack immediately became scattered.

The arrows looked like they were aimed at Celia and the others, but in reality, only a few hit their mark, and most of them struck the 'invisible wall' set up by the referee.

A small number of players 'accidentally' hit their teammates.

This immediately caused Captain Tiger to glare at him angrily: "You stinking rat from the sewers, how dare you shoot me! I'm telling you, your league reward is gone!"

Mouse's face turned cold, and he immediately aimed his crossbow at Doris the puppet next to Mr. Tiger, but all the arrows hit Mr. Tiger 'accidentally' without any regard for who he was shooting.

"What are you doing?!"

"You idiot, couldn't you dodge the arrow? Why did you have to get hit? Did you get stupid from eating my saliva?"

And so, the first game was won by Team Sacred One.

The second game...

There will be no second game.

The mouse took off running, laughing at all its teammates before it left.

How could the other teammates stand this?
They rushed out on the spot, and their leader, seeing this, had no choice but to give up.

Everyone was all smiles, except for Celia, who facepalmed.

Oh no, my innocent image is ruined.

　I'm still feeling a bit unwell today, and I was thinking of taking the day off, but I felt a bit better tonight, so I'll write anyway.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)