Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

The battle for the Grand Prix will officially begin at midnight tonight!

The gods have their preferences.

Compared to other races, humans have significant physical deficiencies. Almost all existing races, at the same level, would possess greater physical attributes than humans.

To compensate for this, the "Grand Rank Contest," in which only humans can participate, came into being.

"The winner of the Grand Tournament will receive a unique 'title,' which will... greatly enhance a certain aspect of an adventurer's abilities?"

Mayumi read the words aloud and looked down at Zuo Chang.

"Father, I don't quite understand."

Zuo Chang explained simply: "The so-called 'Grand Rank' is the title of 'Hero.' Adventurers who possess the title of 'Hero' will gain the eyesight of a mouse, the appetite of a bear, and the stamina of a cheetah; all their attributes will be greatly enhanced."

Mayumi's eyes were full of doubt: "What you just said, is it really good?"

"That's roughly the idea. In short, once you have the title of Hero, your strength will inevitably increase by leaps and bounds. You saw Bai Lin's strength, right? He is the strongest human, but 'Grand Hero' is an exception. Generally speaking, people classify Grand Heroes as 'Apostles of Gods' because their stats are basically not within the biological category."

"what……"

Mayumi seemed to understand, but not quite.

She asked, "Father, do you want to become a Grand Hero?"

"Yes. But it's not just me, it's us. The Grand Tournament allows a standard five-person team to enter. If we win in the end, everyone on the team will be a Grand Warrior."

Zuo Chang reached out and grasped Zhen Gong's fair hand.

It's not cost-effective for him to take it all by himself.

Mayumi asked, "Has anyone been chosen?"

Zuo Chang shook his head: "No. This time, the Grand Tournament only allows adventurers below the seventh realm to participate. Flying Bird, White Scale, and Blood Rose are not eligible to participate... I will bring Wind Bone. She is very important now and her role is irreplaceable. We cannot forget her when there are benefits."

If Feng Gu quits, the Data-Driven Adventure Center will be completely ruined!

This is something that Zuo Chang absolutely cannot accept right now.

Even if it means forcing myself, I'll keep her.

Zuo Chang continued, "Besides Director Feng, I plan to have one of your family's retainers take up a spot, and the last one... we'll see, there's no rush."

The process of the Grand Order competition is rather unique.

It will open precisely at midnight tonight, but in the initial stages of the battle, only qualified "Generals" will be allowed to enter.

Only after passing the initial stage and obtaining "qualification" can a team be assembled.

Therefore, there is still plenty of time.

Zuo Chang looked at Zhen Gong and asked, "Do you have anyone you recommend?"

Mayumi waved her hands repeatedly: "I have no interest in the weak, nor have I met anyone my age, so I have no one to recommend."

Zuo Chang thought for a moment and then thought of someone—

Miss Lychee.

Chapter 190 The Demon of War

The news that the Grand Tournament would be opened up was announced on the forum a month ago.

All people within the community are actively preparing.

Community No. 1.

Since the disappearance of General Tianwang, Community No. 1 has been in a state of disintegration, and its position is in grave danger.

General's Mansion.

"Father, sister."

A young man who looked to be about twenty years old walked into Zuo Changzeng's office and bowed respectfully to the two people inside.

His name was Tyron, and he was a relatively unknown descendant of the Hersey family.

Old Jesé looked at his son with no affection whatsoever.

There was a clearly visible white mark on his wrist. It was the mark of shackles; until hours earlier, Tyron had been imprisoned.

"...Mongrel?"

really……

"You don't? You dare say you don't hate me, Tyron!"

A cold, indifferent voice rang out: "General Tianwang is utterly foolish. How could I possibly miss him? My only concern right now is... how to completely seize control of Community No. 1."

"Hahaha! That's right. Tyron, you need to stay rational—if you don't want to be completely taken over by me!"

hopeless!

"Oh ho, you're so heartless."

Regardless of the power boost brought by the Grand rank, the rarity alone is enough to demonstrate the value of the Hero title.

Because he is at the seventh realm, he is qualified to participate in this "battle for the crown".

His mutterings received a response.

Old Jesé didn't care about the reasons behind it.

Bai Lin leaned against the wall, speaking rather bluntly: "We'll have to see what the situation is. I've only heard of the Grandmaster competition, I've never witnessed it firsthand. If the intensity is too high and you can't handle it, we can prepare accordingly."

Perhaps this is fate's arrangement.

If it weren't for this old man, how could he only be at the seventh realm?

【Good luck.】

Generally speaking, the Grand Prix only begins once every hundred years, and each time a maximum of five Grand Prix champions are determined.

……

"Yes, hybrids. Half-elf, half-dragon, or half-demon. It's not only pure humans who can participate in the Grand Wars; hybrids with some human genes can also participate!"

Even Blood Rose, who has been busy in Mailbox City these past few days, was among them.

Feiniao bowed slightly: "General, you are the most important person."

The battle for the Grand Throne is fraught with risk; if you are killed in it, you will die.

“Blind arrogance!” Old Hesei sneered. “You are indeed the strongest among the ‘pure humans’ of the Seventh Realm. But you have no advantage whatsoever against those ‘hybrids’ of the Seventh Realm!”

The war demon replied, "If you 'borrow' all my power, you will be the strongest."

He continued, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, "The situation is different now. If you can become a Grand Hero, with the help of great power, you can rid yourself of the demons within you, and you will become a 'normal person.' Tyren, I eagerly await that moment, the day you serve the family!"

Upon hearing this, Tyron was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he became excited.

The room was full of people, the live broadcast interface was ready, and Feibiao had even specially arranged for tea and snacks to be prepared, just waiting for Zuo Chang to set off.

The person inside the room was suddenly blinded by Zuo Chang's disappearance.

Besides Zuo Chang, there were two other people in the room.

For some unknown reason, the gods added an extra battle—

Zuo Chang wasn't really sure if he could win.

Tyron signed his name on the document and then took possession of the general's seal.

Zuo Chang looked at them with a hint of helplessness and said, "Don't you have anything else to do?"

If Tyrone hadn't revealed a frightening "evil," given his talent, he would never be at the seventh realm now.

Tyron, head held high, said, "Father, you flatter me."

……

[Will you participate in the battle for the Grand Prix title?]

A gruff voice said, "No. I am merely attached to your body; you are still a pure human being."

He touched the general's seal on his hand and said, "Whether it's strong or not, you'll know once you try it."

Tyron scoffed, "Those 'bastards,' are they stronger than me?"

The next moment, he qualified to participate in the battle for the Grand Slam.

96511, Castle in the Sky.

What a kind-hearted devil.

"..."

Tyron looked at his sister and smiled, "Sister, a year has passed. I want to know—do you still miss General Tianwang?"

He looked at Tyron and said, "The competition for the Grand Rank is extremely intense. Even if this competition is only held temporarily, other communities will definitely send extremely strong players to participate! Tyron, do you know who your biggest rival is?"

Tyron bowed his head: "I look forward to it too, Father."

He squinted and said, "Tyron! You were born a demon. Beneath your seemingly upright facade lies the deepest malice of humanity. For you, killing is as natural as breathing, and destroying life is as simple as eating and dressing!"

Tyren looked up at his father and said, "Then, Father, what about the General's Seal? I cannot participate in the battle for the Grand Command if I do not first become one of the Grand Generals of the First Community."

With a few quick maneuvers, the live stream screen appeared. Zuo Chang was teleported to a spacious room with walls made of piled rocks on all four sides, and a torch placed at regular intervals.

Tyron shook his head again: "I don't think I have any rivals. Below the seventh realm, I am the strongest."

“Borrow all your power… According to our contract, if I borrow all your power, then this body of mine is yours.”

This time, Tyronn remained silent.

The Grand Wars are a global event in which all communities can participate, so their intensity cannot be low.

He thought to himself, "War demon, tell me—am I even half-human?"

Old Jesse turned and gestured, and another woman stepped forward, handing over a general's seal and a document.

participate.

what to prepare?

So you're getting ready to divide the family property?