Game: God-level Aura, 100x Experience at the Start!

Bai Ye is the MVP! Everyone else is just coasting along!Above the arena, the spatial fluctuations suddenly calmed down.

White Night’s figure reformed in the center of the arena, the mysterious Blood Talisman having vanished without a trace.

The eternal demon blade in his hand still glowed with faint purple lightning, and the blood mist staining his robes was quietly being cleansed by the wind element.

The Blue Star viewing stands were first struck by silence.

The next instant, deafening cheers erupted!

Countless people sprang from their seats, waving their arms; some were so excited they even threw their weapons into the air.

“It’s Boss Bai Ye! He’s back!”

“He’s alive! Boss Bai Ye is still alive!”

“I was terrified just now, I thought something unexpected had happened...”

“I knew Boss wouldn’t be harmed! The plots of those Apocalypse Civilization scumbags were useless!”

The wave of shouts swept across the entire viewing area like a tsunami.

Some people frantically shook wooden signs they had hastily painted with “White Night Must Win,” and even the remaining Blue Star contestants in the preparation area cheered with raised arms, tears mixing with sweat rolling down their faces.

The Apocalypse Civilization viewing stands on the other side were the complete opposite.

The few individuals who had just been smiling happily because of the “divine intervention” now had their smiles frozen into masks, their pupils suddenly contracting to pinpricks.

“H-how is that possible?” A white-haired elder suddenly stood up from his seat, the cane in his hand snapping in two with a *crack*. “Lord Xiao Jin...”

His sentence was cut short by a gasp caught in his throat.

The rest of the Apocalypse Civilization audience was in an uproar; the voices previously shouting “certain victory” abruptly ceased. Some subconsciously took half a step back, looking at White Night as if he were some kind of incomprehensible monster.

“That was Lord Xiao Jin’s Blood God Space... Was even the intervention of a god useless?!”

“How could he have come out alive?!”

“It’s too terrifying... Even Lord Xiao Jin’s move failed to erase him. In the future, once he fully matures...”

Someone whispered, the sound exceptionally clear in the dead silence of the viewing stands, like a stone thrown into an icy lake, instantly freezing everyone’s blood.

The few who still held onto a shred of hope now had faces completely drained of color.

If it were a normal arena match, it would be fine; the two sides wouldn’t necessarily fight to the death.

But the current situation was that their civilization had a ’god’ intervene, and this clearly violated the rules!

The white-haired elder sat back down, sweat beading on his forehead, his expression solemn. He thought internally, “For this intervention, Lord Xiao Jin must have paid a heavy price...”

“...Judging by the reaction over there, that sea of blood space just now was their method...”

“They could actually affect the Game System’s arena space? Truly worthy of a civilization that has initiated divine selection for nearly a century. Interesting.”

White Night looked toward the Apocalypse Civilization side, his eyes slightly cold.

Just then.

Four beams of light appeared beside him, quickly transforming into four figures.

They were the four Blue Star Professionals who had died in the first battle!

After the match victory, all deceased members of the winning side would be fully resurrected!

The four had just found their footing and hadn’t fully shaken off the daze of death when they were shocked by the system notification displayed before them.

“W-we’re resurrected?”

“The system notification... we won?!”

The warrior holding the great axe among them suddenly looked up, saw White Night’s tall figure in the arena, and his eyes instantly reddened. He vigorously wiped his face.

At the same time.

The Game System notification suddenly appeared before everyone:

[Match Ended! Congratulations to the Blue Star Civilization for achieving victory in this match!]

[All Blue Star Professionals receive the following beneficial buff: Gift of Life (Permanently gain 100,000 HP increase)!]

[White Night has been awarded the MVP for this match!]

[MVP Bonus Reward: Mysterious Treasure Chest (Mythical-grade) *1!]

...At this moment.

The Blue Star viewing stands were like a pile of tinder hit by a scorching spark.

The hearts that had been stuck in everyone’s throats instantly dropped, followed by an eruption of shouts like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.

“We won! We really won!”

“100,000 HP! I finally won’t shatter the moment someone touches me!”

Someone in the crowd suddenly jumped up and slapped their companion on the back, making the companion grimace in pain but smile more radiantly than anyone else.

“Boss Bai Ye! You are our God!”

Someone shouted this first, and immediately, these three words swept across the entire viewing area like a tide. Even the low-level players who had initially only come to watch the excitement were now flushed, roaring along.

The four resurrected Professionals stood beside White Night, looked at the surging crowd below the stage, and suddenly bowed deeply towards White Night in unison.

“Thank you, Boss!”

The voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it clearly reached White Night’s ears amidst the noisy cheering.

White Night nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the excited crowd below.

The other nineteen Blue Star contestants also looked at White Night with faces full of reverence.

Especially the four resurrected Professionals, who were filled with boundless gratitude towards White Night!

If it weren’t for White Night, they would be truly dead now!

...On the other side.

[All Apocalypse Civilization Professionals receive the following detrimental buff: Weakness Brand (Permanent 15% reduction to all attributes)]

The system notification struck the Apocalypse Civilization viewing stands like a thunderbolt.

The first to break down were the elders who had just been feeling fortunate. They sprang up from their seats, their cloudy eyes wide and round, their Adam’s apples bobbing for a long time before they managed to squeeze out a sentence: “This! How can this buff be so terrifying! We’ve never had such an exaggerated debuff before!”

The other Professionals instantly erupted as well. Some violently smashed the weapons in their hands onto the ground, the sound of metal clashing mixed with cries: “15%! Damn it! How are we supposed to play now?”

“It must be the backlash from Lord Xiao Jin’s intervention...”

Everyone’s face was as pale as paper. Some slumped into their seats, fingers unconsciously clawing at the armrests, repeatedly muttering, “It’s over... everything is over...”

At this moment, the entire Apocalypse Civilization viewing area seemed to have had all life drained from it.

Only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs spread, forming a stark contrast with the cheers from the Blue Star side... “100,000 HP, plus an extra Mythical-grade Treasure Chest. Not bad.”

White Night smiled.

The other contestants stepped forward and respectfully said, “Lord White Night, please add us as friends!”

“That’s right, if you ever have any instructions, just tell us. We will certainly carry them out, even if it means death!”

“Agreed!”

White Night glanced at them.

These people would most likely become the strongest batch of Blue Star Professionals in the future.

“Since we belong to the same civilization, adding them as friends is fine.”

“If anything happens on Blue Star in the future, I can also learn about it immediately through them.”

White Night thought internally.

So, he nodded and said, “Alright, let’s add each other as friends.”

Upon hearing this, the few people were overjoyed.

Subsequently.

White Night added the nineteen Professionals as Game System friends.

Shortly after.

With a whoosh.

Everyone left the arena space together amidst a flash of teleportation light...