You think you're worthy of saving the world?

She seemed to regard today's events as a memorable first date with Yuri... she was so excited that she couldn't control herself.

The alluring, sensual feeling emanating from the blonde beauty was like a rose blooming in a courtyard at night.

"Here... Master, I've peeled the nuts for you... Ah?"

The "Crimson Witch" happily fed the black-haired boy, while Yuri looked utterly dejected and asked her to put the food in his mouth.

"?"

The boy felt a fierce gaze upon him.

Looking back, they saw a red-haired beauty in a Western-style dress in the audience seats dozens of meters behind them—the "wicked witch" glaring at them with gritted teeth.

"snort……!"

The red-haired girl crossed her legs and turned her face away.

Yuri and the "Crimson Witch" weren't the only ones who infiltrated the venue; other witches from Grey Castle were also present.

Now, all twelve witches of Graycastle are lurking in the venue that houses tens of thousands of people.

With his superhuman eyesight, Yuri pinpointed everyone's location.

Meanwhile, he was also keeping an eye on Rosalia in the VIP section.

Upon seeing Rosalia's familiar and beautiful face, Yuri was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

The Rosalia of today is less proud and confident than Yuri remembered her, and more cold and resolute.

He certainly hadn't forgotten why the Child of Prophecy had entered the Singularity.

The scenes that occurred after entering the singularity flashed back like a revolving lantern.

After spending a month with the witches, Yuri reaffirmed what he cherished most in his heart.

Let "myself" bring this all to a close.

Yuri whispered a warning to himself, then got up from his seat.

"Owner……?"

The "Crimson Witch" looked at the black-haired boy strangely.

"Crimson, what do you think the title of 'Hero' means?"

The blonde witch blinked, thought for a moment, and then replied, "A certificate...issued by the Kingdom of the Sacred Tree...of the Savior?"

"A savior... Yes, you're right."

Yuri gazed at the venue, which was filled with laughter and joy like a festival, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I can't bear to watch this ridiculous farce for even a second longer."

……

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The dueling tournament continues in the arena.

After entering the quarterfinals, the matches were no longer played simultaneously, but were played in groups one by one.

The first group of the top eight is currently under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people.

One of them was a young man dressed in knight's attire; he was the captain of a renowned knightly order from the Augusta Empire.

His rank is sixth, and his class is paladin.

Several years ago, he led his men to defeat an otherworldly demon and was commended by the emperor.

The other person was a man who was over two meters tall, with bronze skin and a fierce appearance.

He was a renowned mercenary in the Kingdom of Arthas, wielding a massive two-handed greatsword.

Every time he swung his greatsword, the sheer force of the wind left a mark on the ground.

Also a sixth-ranked individual, he possesses not only unimaginable brute strength but also speed that belies his appearance.

"Suffer to death!"

The mercenary swung his sword with a ferocious grin, while the knight facing him deftly parried with his greatsword by raising his round shield.

The greatsword slashed into the ground at an angle, and upon seeing this, the knight immediately swung his right-hand mace and hurled it toward the mercenary's neck.

If the blow had landed, even the most tenacious giant would have fallen. However, no one expected that the mercenary would release his greatsword without hesitation and then smash his iron fist into the knight's chest.

"Bam—"

The knight was knocked back several meters, while the mercenary laughed and effortlessly pulled his two-handed greatsword from the ground.

On the other side, the knight did not fall; despite being hit head-on by such a powerful blow, he remained standing.

The reason was that he used his round shield to block the giant mercenary's heavy punch at the last moment, and only suffered a slight impact.

"Hmph... stronger than I imagined," the mercenary said with a laugh.

"You're not bad either." The knight smirked.

"However, I won't let you have the title of 'Hero'!"

"I'll return your words to you! I'm the one who's to be the savior!"

The mercenary raised his greatsword, and the knight raised his hammer and shield.

The moment the two rushed toward each other and launched their attacks,

"——————"

A dark figure descended from the sky and landed right between them.

It was an entity radiating an ominous aura.

Just as his feet were about to touch the ground, he swung his sword, the back of the blade striking the mercenary on the back of the neck. The alien's red and black left hand grabbed the knight's face and gently shook him.

The mercenary was struck on the back of the neck, screamed in pain, and passed out with his eyes rolling back.

The knight collapsed to the ground shortly after, suffering a severe concussion.

The moment the boy in the black robe landed, he was the only one left standing in the hall.

"The weak should have self-awareness and not recklessly talk about the name of a savior."

After the shadowy figure finished speaking, the venue fell into a brief, overwhelming silence, followed by an unprecedented uproar, as if it had been detonated.

"W-What's going on?" "Interruption? Someone instantly killed two quarterfinalists!"

"Who is he?! Is he a contestant?" "So...so strong! Aa ...

In the contestants' waiting area, Cynthia, who had finally managed to steal a moment of rest from her busy schedule, dropped her cup on the ground.

In the VIP section, Tia's eyes widened.

As if by some kind of magic, her eyes were drawn to the dark presence that had intruded into the venue.

His unruly figure, superb and sharp martial arts skills, and overwhelming presence that even his faded robe could not conceal.

The future "Eternal Queen" covered her lips, her heart stopped.

"You...you really did show up..."

A series of noises came from nearby, and Tia turned her head to look.

Rosalia suddenly stood up, her shoulders trembling, tears streaming down her face.

074 The Qualifications of a Savior (Seeking First Subscription)

The guards responsible for maintaining order at the event swarmed into the venue and surrounded the intruding dark figure—Yuri.

At the same time, the heatwave in the stands reached its peak, like a tsunami approaching land, creating a deafening roar.

Most of the audience were initially shocked, but they were quickly impressed by Yuri's performance of instantly killing two sixth-ranked beings, and cheered and applauded continuously.

Some audience members mistook this unexpected appearance for a performance by the event organizers and became increasingly excited.

They had no idea of ​​the rage burning within the young man standing before tens of thousands of eyes.

"Don't move! Drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"

The head of the guards was the Knight Commander of Valpugis Territory.

He was dressed in full knight's armor, gripping his sword with both hands, and shouted at the black figure.

"You idiot! You should know where this place is and what a sacred and solemn event is taking place here!"

His loud shout made Yuri slowly turn around.

For some reason, the guards could not see the face under the hood, but they could see a pair of deep eyes that swayed with a faint red light.

“Of course I know,” Yuri replied calmly.

"If that's the case, why come here to cause trouble?!"

In response, the boy in black robes said, "Aren't you choosing a 'hero'? Whoever wins this duel tournament to the end will be the 'hero,' right?"

That's what I heard, so I came—I will defeat all opponents who try to stand in my way, is there a problem with that?

"You weren't registered as a participant for the tournament, were you?"

Unlike the boy's deep voice, the knight commander shouted in a loud voice, "Since you didn't register, you have no right to participate in the tournament! Your behavior is merely disrupting the tournament's discipline!"

"That's right! No matter how strong you are, you should still abide by the rules of the competition!" "He just ambushed and killed two players; it's not a fair victory at all!" "That's shameless!"

The Knight Commander's speech was generally well-received by the audience, but—

"……what?"

The pitch-black entity emitted an incredulous, bewildered sound.

At the same time, a strong and chilling aura swept over the guards present, making them feel a chill down their spines.

Yuri, exuding an aura of pitch-black sludge, retorted with a question.

"Can't one become a 'Hero' without registering?"

"......Huh?"

Yuri's voice was deep, yet it seemed to possess a magical power, reaching the ears of tens of thousands of people in the venue.