As one second of repetition was included in one second, the world was divided into countless blocks in the eyes of the participants.

After the section where information danced in huge waves, the world gradually began to take shape.

�Found it, the last puzzle.�

The back of Sirone, who had her back to Mortasinger, caused a ripple as if gushing out, and the situation was reversed.

�Who are you?�

If the source of trauma is beauty, the condition for lifting the ban is to reveal one�s face.

As the wind cutter headed for Mortasinger�s face, the hidden piece was released and the scenery returned.

�no!�Don�t look!�

Losing her will to fight, she flew towards the mountain, and Bodhidharma and Hyega followed.

�Now!�Arrest!�

Listening to the sound of the guards capturing the terrorists, Sirone looked towards the mountain.

�Eternal community.�Have I lost my way?�

Ankera�s disappearance would have been like being abandoned by God.

�I couldn�t seem to find the meaning to fight.�

Except for one person.

�In terms of the strength of his abilities, he is at least a figure comparable to the Order of the Ten Commandments.�But why would you do this?�

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn�t understand it.

* * *

The evening newspaper was an extra for a long time.

A newspaper headlined the terrorism of the world beauty pageant, and people�s attention was focused on it.

�Whoa, it�s not a fuss.�

When Jysteen returned to the guild, Sirone, who was having a meal with the members, asked.

�How have you been?�What did the organizers say?�

�Contest follow-up.�It seems that most of the terrorists were caught and eaten by the superiors.�

Sirone was bewildered.

�But you still have it, right?�Also a terrorist instigator.�Are you still continuing the competition?�

�Because it makes money.�you know?�

�What about the participants?�

For the first time, J-Steen showed signs of being tired.

�I thought your ears were bleeding.�Asking for psychological counseling, prescribing psychiatric medication, etc.� JrNovels.com