Pillar of Yita

Like a spark of inspiration.

An invisible hand gently stirred a ripple in the dark sea of thought, as if blessed with sudden enlightenment, revealing to him an extraordinary perspective.

Just like a fairy dancing gracefully among the woods.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his left hand.

Like a breeze passing through the courtyard, it brought waves of murmurs.

”How is this possible?”

”In the final stages, his speed actually increased!”

”What about the success rate?”

”The success rate is still improving!”

People couldn’t help but exchange glances in disbelief.

Only the boy with squinty eyes behind Vikki was intently watching the scene. He was suddenly reminded of the words his mentor had told him before he debuted.

The ultimate realm of an Alchemist and Combat Artisan—the Dance of the Fairy.

He thought slowly for a while, then lowered his head, his somewhat delicate face illuminated by the flickering blue light from the system. It was a Light Page opened to the Eteliria virtual community interface.

Under the highlighted hot topic, another post was added, its popularity rapidly rising.

’Breaking news, the genius boy from the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team incident isn’t dead! He’s appeared again, in the Elpaxin Continental League! Amazing, everyone go watch!’

Like stones cast into the water.

The ripple extended from one forum to another, from one relevant chat channel to another, gradually reaching domains that were once unrelated.

It was noisy outside the window, and the tip of her pen paused as the commotion in the hallway made Tang Xin frown.

She looked up—the view outside the window was framed by rows of plane trees, glimpses of pale yellow, sunlight filtering through leaves, passing through the glass, everything so pristine. Inside the classroom, several boys by the lectern were engaged in animated conversation, discussing the recent matches, star players, scores, and other such trivial matters.

She even found it somewhat amusing.

CCSL—the Super Competitive League’s offline selection tournament. She really didn’t understand how these vacuous boys, who couldn’t even get the name of the tournament right, could discuss it with such enthusiasm.

She had to admire how they could make the discussion of this competition seem so full of twists and turns, filled with suspense, as if it were reality.

In reality, it was clear that Wind Talkers Club had started promoting their rookie player Virs six months ago, whereas BBK fielded only a second-tier player Mee this season, when they clearly had better options like Xu Zheng and Yang Ze in their U14 reserve team—

But there’s nothing new under the sun. The city league existed originally to select trainees, but now it has long since become a stage for the Grand Guilds to package and promote their new stars, the Chosen Invokers.

She didn’t understand what was so interesting about a competition with such predetermined results, let alone discussing it with such relish.

Moreover, Tang Xin wasn’t particularly interested in the New World itself.

And as to why she knew so much about it, she could thank the clueless guy who had been babbling about it nonstop since they were kids. She frowned at the countdown on the glass, knowing that with the start of the final school year, the workload had suddenly become heavier, and with her grades, getting to that place wasn’t guaranteed at all.

”Oh, this contestant is actually kind of cute,” a voice tinged with surprise came from beside her, sweet and soft, causing her to pause for a moment. The voice continued to marvel, ”This guy’s focused expression is really interesting.”

Turning her head, the person asked her in a lingering, sugary tone, ”Tangtang, what does ’success rate’ mean that they’re talking about?”

Without thinking, Tang Xin replied, ”Success rate refers to an Alchemist’s accuracy when connecting Structural Points. However, this term is usually used in competitions, where they calculate effective time by the relationship between success rate and total time—”

After she finished, she turned in surprise to look at the display on her best friend and confidante’s personal terminal, her eyes widening even more, ”The Continental Alchemy League, how did you become interested in this?”

”Ah?” The girl with princess-like qualities sounded very surprised. ”Tangtang, you actually know about this competition? I saw them discussing it in the chat channel, talking about some genius Alchemist, wow—really so young and quite a cute big boy.”

As she spoke, she handed over her personal terminal, ”Really, look, I didn’t expect the Super Competitive League to be so interesting.”

Tang Xin flicked her ponytail back and looked skeptically at her bestie, doubting where her friend’s true interests lay.

She was well aware of the level of the Continental Alchemy League; even the boys in her class who knew about the competition were few.

And her bestie and confidante—a typical rich girl, a girl who lived in a surreal world, always talked about cosmetics, celebrities, and fashion, occasionally a soap opera.

You’d expect such a girl to be interested in a professional competition?

Don’t make me laugh.

With that curiosity, she glanced at the screen subconsciously, but once she looked, she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

”Tangtang, Tangtang?” The girl with the air of a princess called out to her several times, and it took a moment for Tang Xin to snap out of it, only to meet her friend’s oddly looking at her, ”Tangtang, what’s wrong with you, spacing out so long?”

Tang Xin shook her head, giving a black-haired stare at the screen where the silly guy appeared. ”It’s nothing...”

”You say it’s nothing?” the girl eyed her, ”You wouldn’t have taken a liking to this guy, would you? Wow, our Ice Mountain Beauty, the genius beautiful girl, also has her moments—well, but this guy is indeed quite cute.”