Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 511: Finding A Familiar Race...

Chapter 511: Finding A Familiar Race…

Inside the colossal Garcia stadium, there were thousands of hallways and vast spaces where thousands of races were currently walking, some choosing to ascend higher and higher up the steps.

The ground seats closer to the floor were already occupied, and with the first-grade races being the ones who were quickly attended to the most, it could be said that the lower seats were made of the absolute strongest of the upper realms. Unlike Zeras, who had a slight interest in seating on the lower ground, Senna just kept ascending up the stairs, quickly followed by Zeras. After walking up to the 72nd step, Senna finally stopped in a place where there were plenty of empty seats and finally took a seat, with Zeras sitting beside her.

“Why do you come all the way here? There are better seats present on the ground below with better views,” Zeras protested as Senna sat down calmly and looked below, completely unbothered.

“Sitting down there will just lead to unnecessary hassle. Those seating will gain the envy of those who are higher up and believe they are worthy of sitting down below more than them. You know what that will lead to after the events pass?” Senna asked, turning her green eyes to him.

“A very beautiful and healthy competition necessary for growth,” Zeras replied, his eyes shining, but the light in them soon dimmed.

“It won’t lead to any healthy competition. It would only lead to unforeseen trouble. We, the Giarans, have been able to outlive some powerful races in the upper realms simply due to our non-trouble nature.

Sitting down here, among the lowest races, there would be no quarrel and no real difference to the people who are behind us. In such a way, we won’t draw any attention and jealousy towards us,” Senna replied before turning to keep looking down at the lower race.

“Hmph, don’t tell me you enjoy some people sitting down in higher places while you sit in a lower place,” Zeras said as he placed both hands at the back of his head, tired of dozing off, something impossible for the current him.

“Of course, I wish to sit at a higher seat. But sacrifices must be made for the race. The race comes first before my personal wishes,” Senna replied with dignity as Zeras gave a simple nod before turning quiet. There was no doubt that he didn’t fancy that ideology at all.

The play-it-safe ideology? Even sitting here, there would still be some lower races who would think the Giarans also weren’t worthy of where they currently sat. Unless one is at the rock bottom, the competition is always continuous.

The ideology of playing it safe doesn’t make the competition and the jealousy disappear completely; it only lowers the intensity, which the Giarans see as a good thing, genuinely not necessarily bad.

“That said, aren’t you curious about the races that are worthy of seating down at the absolute first row?” Senna said as Zeras shrugged his shoulders, but immediately snapped his eyes open, jerking his right arm to his chest as he looked at his fresh white skin, shocked to find a small cut on it and a wrinkled fold.

“You sneak-attacked me,” Zeras protested out loud as Senna chuckled.

“No, I didn’t. I just pinched you,” she replied with a smirk as Zeras swiped his left palm on the cut, and immediately, the wrinkle fold vanished along with the cut, almost like the wounds never existed.

“You heal pretty fast,” Senna commented as Zeras smiled pridefully.

“Idiot. You just didn’t heal. You reversed time on your wound and returned it to what your skin was like around 5 seconds ago. That isn’t healing. That is a time reversal!!!” the system roared out in his head as Zeras looked dumbfounded at his skin. Now that he looked at it, it really looked like how his skin was a couple of seconds ago.

“Sylvenia told me about your relationship with some races. The Narama race to be exact,” Senna reported as Zeras shrugged.

“And what about that? The only reason he asked of the honored race from Sylvenia was due to their special horn ability that had managed to pique Zera’s curiosity and made him wonder just what level they are in the upper realm racial ranking. But after hearing they are also a common race just like the Giaran, he no longer paid much attention to them anymore.”

“Well, there they are,” Senna said, as she looked at a particular sitting, and immediately Zera’s eyes narrowed as he looked at where her vision was directed, and he sighted them instantly.

There were a total of three: an elderly man with a red horn, and beside him sat a twin, a girl and a boy, who had the contrasting horn colors of gray and white.

“Hmm, been pretty long since I’ve last saw them,” Zeras replied as a small grin appeared on his face.

It seems the Narama race were just as he had left them the other time, and their horn colors were truly the depiction of their abilities.

From the young man and woman’s horn colour, he already had a likely possibility of what their elements would probably be.

“And there is the…” Senna said when suddenly she stopped, looking to a particular direction, and her mouth dropped to the ground.

“What is it?” Zeras asked as he turned to look at the place and saw a race all covered in dark robes.

“The… The Evil race was allowed in!!?” she asked in shock, and as Zeras looked around, only now did he notice that everyone’s gaze was currently on some group of people in the hall.

“Were they not usually allowed in before?” Zeras asked as Senna took in a deep breath.

“They have not been allowed in in almost a thousand years now!!!” Senna declared as Zera’s eyebrows furrowed before his smile widened.

“Now things are beginning to get a little more interesting…”