The chubby old man stood by, listening to the arrangements made by the Second Elder of the Void Race.
He thought to himself, this Void Race is pretty smart, they seem to have some brains.
The chubby old man could be considered well-versed; in all the people he had met, only humans calculated like this.
The Void Race had never schemed like this before.
After the Second Elder of the Void Race completed all the arrangements, the chubby old man said to him, "Very well arranged, but don't arrange it again next time."
"In the Returning Ruins Arena, there is no distinction between strong and weak."
"Returning Ruins Arena is a place of equality for all beings. What does equality for all mean?"
"It means that no matter your realm, once you enter the Returning Ruins Arena, you are suppressed to the same level."
"This level is limited by the weakest."
The Second Elder of the Void Race did not agree with the chubby old man's words.
"No!"
