The Rise of the Black Plain

After the Secret Hunt began, many groups found themselves in the Spatial Kingdom, where the event was being held.

Some people ran into problems before meeting their teammates, some participants were injured after battling beasts, and others had to withdraw from the challenge.

Throughout the Continental Tournament, one would always have the option to quit. All they had to do was channel their energy into a crystal they received after registering. This device would save their lives in a moment of crisis and return them to a safe place on Elves Island.

The downside of this device was that by using it, one would have to give up their participation in the tournament. Their previous scores would still count, but they could not participate in other competitions.

Because of this, some people only used this device in extreme cases that could cause death in the various competitions that existed during this great event.

Sarah's group hadn't suffered from this for a while. After the first two days of the Secret Hunt, everyone in the group had come together to act as a team. In the process, they had completed some of their missions, earning some points for their leaders, but not all of the points that were up for grabs.

The event was really tough, with all kinds of threats and competition, just like in the real world. Losing a little was more than expected, so the group wasn't desperate after the first few days of winning and losing.

But some of the group members, like Sarah and Kendrick, were very happy with the whole development so far. For them, who rarely had the chance to fight and win important goals for their state, the whole experience had been fantastic.

Even their defeats made them feel good since they weren't usually competing against people who could defeat them.

...

The Continental Tournament was nearing its end as the competitors entered the fourth day of the Secret Hunt. When would the event end? That could vary, but it depended on one thing—the bettors' bets.

The event ended when all bets had a result. If a bettor said that someone would conquer a resource, someone else would tame another animal, or a certain person else would advance in level, the event would only end when all those bets could be answered as hits or misses.

It was simple. If someone said that competitor 'x' would level up in the event and that competitor died or dropped out of the event before that happened, the bet would be a failure.

The event was over when all the bets that could give points were answered.

On the fourth day of the Secret Hunt, 30 bets remained to be answered, including four from Minos. At the same time, he had moved up the leaderboard and was currently in third place, just 10 points behind second place and 200 points behind first place.

On the other hand, first place had two bets remaining, while second place only had one.

The tournament had proven to be much more difficult to predict than Minos and his group had initially thought.

Their competitors had actually achieved many of the things they had bet on. But other bettors and their competitors had also done well with their strategies to reach this final moment of the competition, where three people had a chance to win.

Among them was Minos, one of the rulers of the Divine Continent and a Sky Whale.

Faced with the reality of the powers with the greatest chance of winning first place, the audience, who could neither win nor lose with the outcome of the Continental Tournament, took their positions, with many cheering for the sovereign of the Divine Continent.

The Black Plain Empire and the Sky Whale Tribe already had a lot of power and Gods on their side. It was time for the Divine Continent to get its first God of this generation!

...

"Who would have thought that Minos would make it this far..." Wren commented to Merritt as she watched the end of the contest.

Julian was also with the two elders and said. "This is not surprising. Minos is already as strong and influential as we are. For him, this is just the consecration of his powers."

Merritt sighed, wondering what Minos would do if he won. "I hope he thinks of us when he wins. If there's any Divine Medicine left to mature, I hope it goes to someone from our continent. Even though we were the strongest in the world for a long time, the situation is very different now. If we're not careful, we might be the first continent to be wiped out by the aliens."

The two high-ranking Demigods beside the old man swallowed their saliva at Merritt's alarming words, but they were fully aware that it was all possible.

"Don't worry. If Minos is the winner and there is still a Divine Medicine in this world, he will definitely help the Divine Continent." Julian commented with an expression full of certainty. "In any case, with or without a God among us, our chances in the upcoming war will be bad. I hope I don't embarrass myself in front of the elders."

Wren and Merritt looked at the subject, the youngest among them on the Council of Elders of the Pantheon of Honor.

The woman said. "Sigh, I say the same. Maybe we'll all die very soon, but I hope to kill as many enemies as possible before falling.

If possible, don't stay near me when I have no chance of victory. I'll sacrifice myself to take as many of them with me as I can."

Merritt sighed, "Let's not think about that yet. If we must die, so be it. We've lived long enough. It's just a shame about the young people who are going to fight in this war. They've hardly had a chance to live."

While these three were talking, the groups of individuals with a chance to win the main competition were fully focused on the matrices showing the event taking place inside the Spatial Kingdom.

Important battles for the tournament outcome were taking place as each group watched their final bets unfold in real-time.

In the next few hours, another group would increase their chances or not, while another might fall out of contention for the most valuable prize.

Minos was at his VIP area with his children and his wives, watching Kendrick and Sarah's performance, feeling the thrill of having something so important to him decided by his children.

If they did badly, he would lose the chance to raise another Demigod to level 100 without attracting attention. Still, if they did well, the situation for his family and their state would improve considerably.

Either way, the tournament would be over in the next few hours, and it would be time for everyone involved to worry about the last few years before the aliens arrived!