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Seeing what was happening, Betsy immediately shouted:

"Daniel, watch out behind you!"

She knew very well—Greg had been in the pavilion on the other side just moments ago.

Yet, he deliberately landed right here.

His intentions were obvious.

He was trying to threaten Daniel in some way.

So, Betsy wasted no time warning him.

Daniel glanced back at Greg but said nothing.

He simply continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

By now, nearly seventy percent of the participants had already been eliminated.

But given how many people had joined this Enlightenment Competition, there were still three to four thousand competitors remaining.

Each of them walked cautiously, afraid that a single misstep could send them plunging into the water—ending their run for good.

Unlike those who had already been eliminated, these were the real contenders.

They had come here to win.

As for the magic array beneath Daniel's feet…

To him, it was nothing.

After all, back then, he had spent years in seclusion, thoroughly mastering the magic arrays of the God Realm.

Even though he no longer possessed his former power,

Everything he had learned was still ingrained in his mind.

If Daniel really wanted to, he could manipulate the magic array to send himself straight to Lake Island.

But he wasn't going to do that.

It would ruin the entire point of the competition.

Besides, playing by the rules was kind of fun.

Just then, Daniel frowned slightly.

He could sense it—

The magic array was undergoing a subtle change.

Especially in his immediate vicinity.

Daniel looked back.

Sure enough, he saw Greg manipulating the magic array beneath his own feet.

And…

The modifications were extending toward Daniel's position.

"Interesting."

One look was enough—Daniel instantly understood Greg's intentions.

His objective was painfully obvious.

But…

Tampering with a magic array so blatantly?

Was Greg not worried that Thousand Suns Hall would step in?

Daniel shifted his gaze toward Thousand Suns Hall's floating ship.

No one was stopping Greg.

Which meant…

This kind of interference was allowed?

At first, Daniel had thought walking across the lake normally would be a little boring.

But now…

Someone had volunteered to make things more interesting for him.

Daniel let out a cold chuckle and continued forward.

Meanwhile, Greg had finished modifying the magic array and was watching Daniel intently.

He was expecting Daniel—this pathetic platinum rank who had wasted his own potential—to fall into the lake at any moment.

But to his shock…

Daniel kept stepping on the correct path.

He didn't even seem remotely close to falling in.

Greg narrowed his eyes.

If Daniel wasn't going to fall in, then fine—he'd just make sure he suffered instead.

So, this time, Greg modified the magic array again.

Now, the moment Daniel stepped forward, an intense burst of flames would erupt beneath him.

Of course, these flames wouldn't be lethal.

But…

They would burn his clothes or at least scorch his hair black.

Greg had promised he wouldn't kill him.

But humiliating him?

That was perfectly fine.

Just picturing Daniel's ridiculous, burnt appearance after stepping into the trap made Greg want to laugh out loud.

Then—

Daniel took his next step.

BOOM!

A massive burst of flames erupted into the air, engulfing someone completely.

The sudden explosion of fire caught the attention of the other competitors.

After all, in previous years, this wasn't a part of the competition.

Had Thousand Suns Hall changed the rules this year?

And if so…

Daniel was the first person to trigger this "fire penalty."

Curious, the competitors turned their heads to watch.

As the fire and smoke faded…

A charred figure was revealed.

At first, there was silence.

Then—

Laughter erupted.

Even the spectators on the shore couldn't hold back their amusement.

Hearing the laughter, Greg choked on his own breath, coughing up black smoke from his mouth.

In a panic, he quickly cast a cleanse spell to restore himself to normal.

"Shut up!"

Greg's furious roar echoed through the area.

His powerful aura surged out, immediately silencing the laughter around him.

Because—

The one who had been burned wasn't Daniel. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

It was Greg himself.

The moment Daniel stepped forward, Greg had seen the flames ignite.

But instead of appearing beneath Daniel…

They had erupted under him instead.

"Damn it!"

Greg cursed under his breath.

Had he…

Made a mistake?

Had he miscalculated when modifying the array?

Was that why the fire trap meant for Daniel had hit him instead?

Greg frowned deeply, caught in a moment of self-doubt.

What Greg didn't know was that—

The moment Daniel stepped down, he had already noticed the irregularity in the magic array.

So, in a split second, Daniel had modified the array himself.

The result?

The fire trap Greg set…

Backfired on him instead.

Even after double-checking his calculations, Greg still found no errors.

By all logic, the flames should have engulfed Daniel.

Yet, somehow, the exact opposite had happened.@@novelbin@@

After struggling to make sense of it, Greg could only come to one conclusion:

Maybe this was a mistake in the magic array itself.

Or perhaps…

Was Thousand Suns Hall subtly warning him?

Greg shook his head.

No matter—Daniel just got lucky this time.

At that moment, Daniel glanced at him and smirked.

"Heh. Nice hairstyle."

Then, without another word, he casually kept walking forward.

Greg's face turned completely dark.

Grinding his teeth, he immediately took action.

This time, he set up three new traps—

Lightning.

Unlike before, he triple-checked his work to ensure there were zero mistakes.

Then, as Daniel took his next steps—

CRACK!

BOOM!

THREE BOLTS OF LIGHTNING STRUCK DOWN.

The spectators gasped.

"No way! That guy is insanely unlucky!"

"Seriously, I've never seen someone get hit by this many traps!"

"Did Thousand Suns Hall add a bunch of new penalties this year? Because this guy is getting all of them!"

"Honestly, I can't tell if his luck is amazing or absolutely terrible!"

And just like before…

The lightning didn't hit Daniel.

It struck Greg—again.

Now, all eyes were on him.

The crowd didn't dare laugh out loud this time, considering his strength.

But internally…

They were all dying.

Greg, now stunned and smoking, stood completely bewildered.

This…

This couldn't be a coincidence.

He had triple-checked his setup.

How…?

Greg clenched his fists, his patience running out.

With fury in his eyes, he growled:

"This time… I refuse to let you escape!"

Then—

Greg suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

A piercing gaze locked onto him from the second floor of the pavilion.