Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

Three days later, the Enlightenment Competition hosted by Thousand Suns Hall officially began.

This Enlightenment Competition would last for a total of two days. The first day served as the preliminary round, while the second day would determine the final victor.

The top ten contestants, the so-called Top Ten, would earn the recognition of major factions.

Almost all the young people preparing to participate in this competition were eager and ready.

"Daniel, wake up! I see a lot of people already heading to the Enlightenment Competition!"

Outside the room, Betsy called out loudly.

Daniel, however, only slowly emerged at that moment, looking as if he had just woken up.

"What's the rush? Why are you calling me so early?" Daniel rubbed his eyes and asked, looking at Betsy with a sleepy expression.

"Is it time for breakfast?"

Seeing how sluggish Daniel was, Betsy grew even more anxious.

"Daniel, how can you still be sleeping?! Today is the first day of the Enlightenment Competition! Almost everyone has already gone to the competition venue to prepare. Hurry up and go!"

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Daniel responded lazily.

He had indeed woken up late today.

Last night, he had left some things for Dixon. Compared to what he had left for old Flinn, this time, Daniel had been more generous—what he left was enough to push Dixon's forging skills to an even higher level.

"Okay, okay, I know. There's no need to rush. Let me wash up and eat first."

Seeing Daniel's unhurried attitude, Betsy could only sigh helplessly and rush off to prepare his meal.

Nearly an hour later, Daniel finally set off with Ed and Betsy toward the center of Greenstone City, where the Enlightenment Competition was being held.

Upon arrival, Daniel noticed that at the very center of Greenstone City was a lake.

Initially, it had no official name, but over time, people began calling it Blue Lake.

Most of the city's major events were held here.

From Betsy, Daniel also learned that many cities had lakes at their centers—this was an ancient tradition.

The Forge Workshop wasn't far from Greenstone City's center, so the three of them arrived quickly.

Looking around, Daniel saw a vast crowd—black heads stretching as far as the eye could see.

Ed even felt a bit dizzy from seeing so many people.

Among them, at least half were young mages, most of whom were participating in the Enlightenment Competition.

There were roughly ten thousand competitors.

It was, without a doubt, a grand event.

"Daniel, over there!"

Betsy grabbed Daniel's arm, leading him through the crowd.

After weaving through the sea of people, they finally arrived under a tall tree near the lake.

A large canopy tent provided shade, with several people standing beneath it.

Daniel recognized them—they were from the Forge Workshop.

As the largest forge workshop in Greenstone City, Velen's Forge had naturally received an invitation to attend this grand event.

They had a designated viewing area.

After sitting down, Daniel glanced around and noticed many other shaded tents, some even more luxurious.

Some factions had even set up pavilions for themselves.

Out on the lake, Thousand Suns Hall's grand floating ship loomed over the water.

"Daniel, look! That's Thousand Suns Hall's ship!"

Betsy pointed excitedly at the vessel, her voice full of enthusiasm.

But Daniel didn't seem particularly interested.

"When does the competition start?"

With the entire area packed with people, Daniel felt slightly uncomfortable in the bustling environment.

"Around noon, I think," Betsy replied.

"Daniel, just so you know, based on past competitions, today alone will eliminate over ninety percent of the participants. Be prepared!"

Ed reminded him, sounding a bit anxious.

But Daniel wasn't concerned at all.

If he actually needed to prepare for a competition like this, that would just be bullying the others.

Although, to be fair… his very participation was already bullying.

"Oh, by the way… has anyone come to cause trouble?"

Since Betsy had called him so early, there was still a long time before the competition started.

Feeling a little bored, Daniel asked Ed.

"Cause trouble? Daniel, you mean…"

"Well, actually, right now, everyone is focused on the competition. No one has time to stir up trouble," Ed explained.

"Besides, when we first picked our spot, we deliberately chose an area surrounded by friendly factions."

Hearing this, Daniel nodded.

"Alright, if that's the case… then why is that guy over there staring at us with such hostility?"

As he spoke, he casually pointed toward a two-story pavilion not far away.

On the second floor, a young man in luxurious robes was glaring at them.

Or rather…

He was glaring at the Forge Workshop's group with clear hostility.

"It's him! That guy! He was with the Artisan's Sanctuary before, badmouthing us!"

Betsy's face turned angry the moment she recognized him.

Daniel raised an eyebrow.

So…

That pavilion belonged to Artisan's Sanctuary, huh?

"Daniel, you still want to join Artisan's Sanctuary, right? You mustn't cause any trouble with them now!"

Ed noticed Daniel's expression and hurriedly reminded him.

Getting into a conflict with those guys at this moment would be a terrible idea.

Daniel simply shrugged and said,

"Relax, I'm not the type to start trouble."

As he spoke, he met the young man's gaze.

At that very moment, the young man also locked eyes with Daniel.

Their gazes collided.

Daniel slowly and deliberately mouthed two words:

"Trash."

On the second floor of the pavilion, Greg had been looking in the Forge Workshop's direction when he saw Daniel.

And then, clear as day, he saw Daniel mouth those words.

Greg's expression instantly darkened.

He hadn't expected that Forge Workshop brat to dare insult him so openly!@@novelbin@@

At the same time, Greg sensed Daniel's aura.

It was no longer Tier-Silver.

It had…

Risen to Platinum Rank?

Upon realizing this, Greg let out a cold sneer.

"How foolish."

"A country bumpkin like him… just because he advanced from Tier-Silver to Tier-Platinum, he thinks he can challenge me?"

Beside him, another member of Artisan's Sanctuary also noticed this.

"Before, Dixon said he was only Tier-Silver… yet in just a few days, he reached Platinum Rank? He must have used some special elixirs."

Sighing, the Artisan's Sanctuary member shook his head.

"Enlightenment Competition isn't about raw strength. Wasting one's potential for a temporary boost… he's only sealing his own fate."

Burning through one's own potential just to level up and perform well in the Enlightenment Competition?

In his eyes, such an action was utterly foolish.

It was self-destructive.

After all, the Enlightenment Competition was about comprehension—not brute strength.

No matter how powerful you were…

What was the point?

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And Platinum Rank?

Wasting one's future potential just to reach Platinum Rank?

"He has no chance of ranking high."

"This year's Enlightenment Competition has attracted the finest talents from countless factions. He will be nothing more than a stepping stone."