Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

It wasn’t something I had allowed, and there’s no way winning here would mean that they could claim me, but strangely enough, on the day of the finals of the tournament, which was named the "Lucy Scramble."

In the underground arena’s stands, all sorts of high-ranking individuals had taken their seats.

The heads of various religions whom I had met during the time of the Apostles’ meeting.

High-ranking individuals I had exchanged greetings with while eliminating the dungeons that had appeared all over the continent.

And the gods of each religion.

“Kyaaah! Lady Allen! You look even more beautiful today!”

Did she even realize how many people were looking at her?

When the crow in the middle of the stands let out a shrill voice, Ganshu, who was sitting next to her, sighed and pressed his head down.@@novelbin@@

Now that he was able to come down to the continent in his child form, he scolded the crow, then ordered his apostle to record things properly while looking forward.

Other than that, there were many gods seated around. From the famous ones to the relatively lesser-known.

What could they possibly be doing here? I swear, I can almost hear the gods' followers screaming in frustration from over here.

There were many other groups that I hadn’t mentioned yet, but one thing was clear: everyone in the stands had considerable power.

If this were when I first entered Soul Academy, by now I’d be dead from the pain of having my disguise ripped apart.

<Is it any different now?>

‘Not really. There’s no need to worry about it.’