Fangzhou Xier, starting with failing the art exam

Several more formations passed by in succession, and finally, the host nation, Letania, entered.

"The grand finale! The host! New Letania!" Mob shouted.

"The standard bearer is—Jian!"

"My God, the murderous aura emanating from this girl can be felt even from a hundred meters away! Wherever she walks, the grass shrinks by three centimeters!"

Jian held up the red flag expressionlessly.

Behind her, the athletes of Letania were full of energy.

They were wearing matching green stand-up collar uniforms.

Fencing athlete Lessing Mayer (Zhi Song) has an upright posture.

Sumo wrestler Taylor—an astonishingly large man, yes, even the minister himself took to the ring.

As the Letanian contingent marched past the podium, Lessie led the applause.

“Now!” Lacey stepped in front of the microphone.

"I announce!"

"The first Terra Peace Games are officially open!"

Before the words were even finished, the huge cauldron in the center of the stadium was suddenly ignited, and flames shot straight into the sky.

Lacey didn't pass the torch; he simply stood there and snapped his fingers lightly.

“This is… absolute mastery of Originium Arts,” Melander murmured. “He didn’t even use a staff.”

After the opening ceremony, the distinguished guests were guided to the rest area.

The Duke of Wellington stopped as he passed Lacey.

"Your Majesty, the opening ceremony was spectacular and the discipline was impeccable."

“Thank you for the compliment, Your Excellency.” Lacey smiled.

"I hope your athletes will be as disciplined as your honor guard," Wellington said meaningfully.

“They will,” Lacey said, looking at him. “Within the rules.”

Wellington snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Therese walked over.

"Your Majesty Lacey."

"Lord Theresis, are you finding your stay comfortable?"

“Very good, especially your toilet, W likes it very much.” Theresis rarely showed a very faint smile.

"I'm here to confirm one thing."

"please say."

“This stadium, these cheering people, and your flag.” Therese stared into Lacey’s eyes.

"Is this all you have, or just the beginning?"

“That’s up to you,” Lacey replied.

"It depends on the old world: whether to embrace the future or be buried by it."

Therese remained silent for a moment.

"Kazdel will be watching."

As night fell, Triinttelme was brightly lit.

The sports meet has officially begun.

In Peace Village, W wandered to the vicinity of the Victorian delegation's residence.

“Hey, you with the shield,” she called out to the horn-wielding man who was checking his equipment.

"Don't make the tactical competition too boring for me later on."

The bugle turned around, gave her a cold look, ignored her, and went back to the barracks.

"Tch, boring." W scoffed, took a piece of candy from his pocket, and popped it into his mouth.

"Hedley, do you think I should bury a little trinket in front of their door to liven things up?"

"Don't cause trouble." Hedley walked by carrying his greatsword.

"His Highness's order is 'within the rules'."

“Rules are meant to be broken,” W muttered, but still followed.

A side note: [Bonus Chapter] The First Terra Peace Games (Part 4)

The following day, the first match was held at the Trinity Stadium.

On the radio, the voice of the specially invited commentator, "Big Mouth" Mobu, pierced the sky.

"Dear viewers! Meshko Sports Securities reminds you, the moment of high heart rate has arrived!"

"Swimming pool, women's 500m freestyle final!"

"On one side is Miss Quill from Bolívar; I heard she can hold her breath for ten minutes during training!"

"On the other side—Lady Goredia of Agor!"

Mob cleared his throat: "There are many rumors circulating about the Agor people."

"Some say they can breathe underwater, some say they can talk to fish."

"let us wait and see!"

Inside the swimming pool.

Goredia stood on the diving platform, her silver hair tied up, revealing her swordfish-like, smooth back muscles.

The quill pen next to her was nervously moving its ankle.

"preparation--"

"boom!"

The starting gun fired.

The water didn't even have time to splash.

A white line "whooshed" across the pool.

Timer stopped: 0.01 seconds.

No, it's the pool sensor that's lagging.

"What...what happened?" Mob paused for three seconds.

"I...I'm still watching the starter! Has Greta already reached the shore?"

"Referee? Referee! Is this legal?"

The room fell silent, then erupted in an unbelievable uproar.

The quill pen had only traveled five meters when it looked up blankly.

“Alright, Meshko Securities announces that Goredia has won! Her speed is comparable to the speed of sound!” Mob shouted.

"Next match, tug-of-war! The Ursus Strongmen vs... Miss Skadi of Agor, all alone?"

On the muddy ground, ten elite Ursus shield guards stood firm on their horseback. They were burly men from the Eighth Army of the Empire, each as big as a small mountain.

Opposite her stood only a quiet, white-haired girl, Skadi.

She didn't even grab the rope; she simply loosely wrapped the end of the rope around her wrist.

Captain Ursus roared, and all ten of them exerted their strength together.

The rope remained completely still.

Skadi tilted her head and took a step back.

"Shh!"

Ten burly Ursus men were swept away like fallen leaves by a gust of wind, instantly flying off the field and rolling around in the mud.

Gumi covered her face in the stands, unable to bear to look.

Mob: "...Meshko Securities reminds you that quantity is meaningless in the face of absolute power!"

"Miss Skadi's power is terrifying!"

In the VIP section, the Duke of Wellington's face was so dark it could drip water.

These Agorians possess physical abilities that exceed the norm.

Lacey sat in the center, and Taylor whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty, Dr. Drummond from the Materials Institute wants to collect a skin sample from Miss Skadi."

“Tell him to stop dreaming,” Lacey said.

Therese watched the game with a thoughtful expression.

W, munching on candy nearby, asked, "Hedley, can we beat her?"

"Go to bed early tonight," Hedley said succinctly.

On the track and field, the women's 10,000-meter race is about to begin.

"This is a test of endurance and willpower!" Mob regained his energy.

"The favorite to win is undoubtedly Maria Nearl from Kazimierz!"

"Kuranta's Pegasus bloodline makes her a born winner!"

"Wait... a contestant from Laterano?"

"Remienne...she's in a wheelchair?"

"Referee! Is this okay???"

Referee IX nodded to him.

On the track, Remian, with her long pink hair, smiled and waved to the audience; her wheelchair was specially made by Laterano.

There were some whispers in the stands at first, but they quickly quieted down.

The starting gun fired.

Maria Nearl dashed out like a golden lightning bolt, instantly creating distance.

Remien smoothly propelled the wheelchair, maintaining a steady speed.

One lap, two laps, ten laps.

Maria is far ahead.

But the audience's attention is increasingly focused on the figure who has never given up.

Remian's forehead was covered in sweat, but she did not slow down the pace of pushing the wheelchair with both hands.

The crowd cheered when Maria crossed the finish line.

But when Remian entered the final lap, the cheers grew even louder.

"Go, Laterano!"

"Wheelchair God of War!" Mob shouted excitedly.

"She was not defeated by fate! This is the spirit of the Peace Games! The Meshko Group respects every fighter!"

Remienne crossed the finish line, and although she finished low, she earned everyone's respect.

Maria went over and hugged her tightly.

“Your will is stronger than my steps,” Maria whispered in her ear.

Remien smiled: "Next time, I'll win it back."

On the other shooting range, Remule had already hit ten bullseyes in a row, and incidentally hit the hat of the observer sent by the Lateran Pope with an apple core.

In the information center, Gertrude handed a report to Lacey.