Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

After the exchange, the two sides resumed their confrontation.

Nezod continued his reckless charge into the star field, roaring as he did so.

"Nameless, witness the power of the Son of the Hill!"

The clumsy stone monster was careful, and its route of advance passed right through the gaps between the floating celestial bodies.

The King of Platinum flows through the shimmering Milky Way, ever closer to the nameless.

There were no obstacles; as expected, all I had to do was avoid the balls!

Overjoyed, Nezod began to gather his strength, preparing to unleash a fatal punch, just then.

"Gravity capture." A powerful pulling force suddenly appeared, and Nezod, who was moving in a straight line, was swayed by this force, and his entire body was moved horizontally.

With a snap, the nearest sphere was embedded in the cluster of platinum ore on his back.

Nezord looked utterly frustrated as the slowly rotating sphere dragged its body back into orbit. Its tiny, beady eyes stared at the nameless figure, tears welling in its eyes before it could speak.

"Mr. Anonymous..."

The nameless figure tilted its head, looking at Nezod in astonishment. "Is this the power of the Son of the Hill?"

Mr. Gravity in the stands scoffed, "Of course there's gravity everywhere in the star field. Close combat? You can't escape gravity, it's impossible."

The nameless one was intentionally or unintentionally attacking the stone monster, but fortunately the stone monster had thick skin, and Nezod was not discouraged.

"Mr. Nameless, could you let me have another chance? I wasn't in good shape just now. I'll definitely show you my power next time!"

"Sure."

Nameless let the stone monster go once again.

The Lich Andrei in the stands erupted in huge dissatisfaction, while Mr. Gravity covered his face and tried to comfort himself.

"Nameless is just toying with his opponent. He really is a treacherous lich. It's alright, it's just like a practical lesson. As long as he can win, let him get used to it for a while."

Nezod returned to the edge of the nameless star system. Looking at the faint smile on the nameless face, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. "After this battle, let's molt. Carrying so much platinum ore is getting tiring."

For the third attempt, Nezod chose to attack from a distance.

He twisted his upper body, his stone arm bending and gathering power, magic shimmering on the sharp stone fragments on his arm, making the light dazzling. Then, Nezod swung his arm violently, sweeping it forward.

"Sharp rocks exploded!"

The fragments from the shoulders shot out, rushing into the glowing star field like a torrential rain.

Gravity might be able to interfere with a massive individual like a rock monster, but how can it possibly stop such a large area filled with dense flying debris? Even if it can capture most of them, there will always be some that slip through the net.

As Nezod thought this, what lay before him was everything.

All the debris was blocked, but not by gravity.

In that star field, near the nameless location, there is a faintly visible ring, a band composed of countless tiny particles and debris, which has withstood the impact of the fragments.

"The asteroid belt, a means of defense against long-range attacks."

"Even if a powerful long-range attack breaks through the asteroid belt, the deflected attack will still be subjected to the strongest gravitational pull in the entire star field. The gravitational pull of those simulated planets acting around Wuming."

"An attack that is completely controlled by gravity will be reflected back with even greater force during the pulling action."

"That is, a comet impact."

In the Nameless One's hand, the sharp stone fragments burst forth with intense light, transforming into a beam of light that blasted into Nezod's chest.

Gravity watched all this, recalling the instruction manual he had written, "The preliminary user manual for the simulated galaxy, following the Nameless's operating procedures, should be almost finished soon..."

Several liches poked their heads out from within the gravitational gaze. "So, Mr. Nameless will be able to end the battle soon?"

"Probably. I guess he probably treated this match as a test of a new prop that I set up. If that's the case, he should end the match after all the functions have been tested."

"In that case, there's one more feature left."

"It was just a little trick I devised out of boredom to attract that nameless kid's interest."

"Astrologers always like to connect celestial movements with destiny, especially when planets move to a certain position, they believe that omens will appear in the world."

"I must have been driven crazy by that eccentric kid to design that feature."

"Astronomical divination. When nine planets move to a peculiar position, such as a conjunction or a cross."

“Simulated galaxies release chaotic and irregular gravitational fields, causing unstable gravity to interfere with everything around them, thus achieving the effect of ‘omenology.’ The random effect without any logic can probably explain that elusive ‘fate.’”

Its name is...

"The heavens move and all things are in motion."

Chapter 410 The Lich Bane - False

The chaotic gravitational field erupted instantly due to the interference of the nine celestial bodies. The soil and rocks around Wuming shattered in an instant, and fragments of sand and gravel rose into the air, stretching out a long serpent of sand and gravel from the ground. The rocks then reassembled at the top of Wuming, transforming into a giant sphere.

Or rather, a meteorite.

The turbulent gravitational field calmed down once more, and the restored gravity pulled the massive meteorite from the sky, sending it hurtling towards Nezod. The terrifying force easily shattered the ground, and the shockwave, like an explosion, sent the stone golem flying.

Nezod managed to stand up with great difficulty; this was the strongest force he had ever experienced in his current position. Fortunately, the meteorite did not land on him.

"This is..."

"The heavens move and all things are in motion."

The instruction manual for the simulated galaxy fell to the ground. Wuming looked at his hands and at the simulated celestial bodies around him that were now rotating normally again. An unprecedented emotion welled up within him.

That intense feeling of satisfaction sustained the entirety of the Lich King.

"The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion!"

"The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion!"

"The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion!"

Wuming kept trying new arrangements of the stars, and a violent gravitational field kept appearing around him.

Meteorites, rock spikes, earthquakes, earthen walls. Various violent physical disasters constantly appeared around Nezord, and as a stone golem, Nezord was almost buried by the earth and rocks.

But he wasn't the one who was having the most toothache in the whole competition. At this moment, the Lich Andrei was looking at the center of the trouble with longing eyes.

"Mr. Gravity, how much longer do you think the Nameless One will need to conduct the experiment?"

Gravity took a deep breath. "Based on my understanding of Nameless, I'll probably keep trying until he gets bored."

"When does he get bored?"

"It should be after the same divination result appears, but... due to the randomness of the chaotic gravitational field, the probability of repetition is probably very, very low."

"Theoretically, he could play until the end of the world."

"!!!"

Just as Andrei the Lich was preparing to challenge the rules of the Wandering Arena once again, someone else couldn't sit still any longer.

That is Nezord, which has been enduring the ravages of the rocks.

The stone figure, half-buried in the ground, roared from the mound of earth.

"Wait a minute! Mr. Nameless!"

The rough man's angry roar, filled with resentment and frustration, successfully broke Wuming's immersive state.

The chaotic gravity calmed down, and the rain of sand and stones fell from the sky, drawn back to the ground by gravity.

Wuming looked at his experimental subject and patted his dusty sleeves.

"what happened?"

The platinum stone monster struggled to pull its lower body out of the soil and rocks, falling to the ground from the force of the fall. Nezord didn't even try to get up. Spread-out on the ground, Nezord opened its mouth.

“Mr. Nameless, I am truly impressed by your strength. It is clear that my body is not perfect enough and my rock-climbing experience is still too short. Even if I force myself to continue, I certainly won't be able to handle the opponents later on. So it would be better to let Mr. Nameless continue to dominate the arena.”

He wants to surrender!

The Andrei liches were instantly overjoyed. If it weren't for the need to maintain basic etiquette, they would have pounced on Nezord right now and dismembered it into pieces to make their own lucky stones.

It's safe now, finally, Wuming is about to win.

In the arena, Nameless was having a brainstorming session.

Gravity Mentor truly surprised me; it gave me a path, a path uniquely mine. But should I continue participating in the gladiatorial tournament, even if I win?

I surrender!

This sound appeared even before Nezod's hand rose.

"Very well! So the contestant from the Andrei Advanced Magic Research Society has chosen to concede. The winner of this gladiatorial match is here!"

"It's Nezod the Sixth, the Platinum King of the Stone Golem race!"

Gravity was stunned.

"My students lost? My simulated galaxy lost? I lost?"

Apocalypse was stunned.

"Nameless lost? The Advanced Magic Research Society lost? I lost?"

Andrei the Lich was dumbfounded.

"Wuming lost? I bet and lost? I was supposed to win by default, and I lost?"

Andre went berserk, and they all spoke with one voice.

"WQNMD Nameless!!!!"

Lyle noticed that the liches around him had suddenly become enraged, cursing wildly—cursing the Nameless One, and even himself—as if they had lost their minds. Some wore expressions of despair, while others wore expressions of ecstasy.

It wasn't until Lyle looked at the snowflake tickets that the lich had tossed into the air that he understood the reason.

"Bet, wager: Andrei Advanced Magic Research Society, unnamed. Stake: Magical materials worth 500 million Olius."

Liches are not a race that cares much about money, so when gambling became a form of entertainment, they developed a habit: going all in. However, liches are still rational; they usually only go all in when they are certain to win.

And now, a game that should have been won has been lost.

Or it was because the side that should have won voluntarily conceded defeat.