The day of the competition.
The God of Fiction closely monitored the upcoming events within Steam Nation. It would be a competition unnoticed by mortals, yet it gambled the fate of countless civilizations.
Accompanied by the urgent roaring of trains, the War God and his medical team finally returned to his loyal Steam Nation!
As he stepped through the gates of the Fictional Church once again, a surging battle will gradually awakened in the roots of divinity and leaped joyously!
Every gaming station was filled with people, the War God found his own seat, while outside the door, countless more contestants were streaming in, their backs to the light, each face looking somber and dark, filled with a sense of oppression.
"It seems we're in for a good fight this time!"
The War God and two others received the participant list from Miss Malt, which included the gaming stations and the competition area.
