Just as they were discussing Lord Deep Sea's reaction, the projection within the white mist suddenly cut off and went dark.
"What's going on?"
The old man wearing a monocle widened his eyes, incredulous.
There was never a problem with the death competition, except this time.
The dozen or so people present were flustered; if an issue arose, they would all be held responsible and could likely face the death penalty.
"I'll go check the energy warehouse downstairs, you guys examine other areas." The man pocketed his coins and hurried off.
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"This should count as my win, right."
The man with the giant sword saw the screen suddenly go black, chuckled and said. He thought the opponent must be playing some trick.
"······ No, how can there be a problem, the ritual backfired?" The person sitting in the high seat suddenly stood up and said with a frown.
