Chapter 713 My Beautiful Girl Radar Reacted

“I lost.”

After Eros summoned Minerva and started a series of chain operations, the opponent decisively chose to surrender.

All the magic formations that were the key to victory were destroyed, leaving only a monster used as a shield on the field, and the opponent also admitted defeat decisively.

The magician’s body is weak, and even if the Heka rules will ensure safety and health afterwards, the pain of being attacked is real.

When one knows that they are going to lose, no one wants to suffer pain for no reason and cause mental wear and tear.

Eros, who won the game easily, did not try to clear his opponent out of the field in one go.

Instead, he calmly put away the cards and returned to Menage.

“See? I already know how to counter your style of play that relies heavily on traps and magic formations. I was just careless that day.”

“That’s true, but this isn’t the only way I can play.”

Although Menage was a little surprised, she was still full of confidence.

“When we meet in the finals, I’ll let you see my strength.”

“Ha, then let’s try it then.”

Both of them were quite confident and did not take the audition seriously. After all, although Menage looked harmless and natural, she was indeed very capable in playing cards.

This small world is not very big. As more and more contestants are thrown in, various duel venues of all sizes are divided out according to the Heka rules.

The invisible rules are becoming more and more active, and as more and more duels begin, their power is gradually growing.

After Atum sent all the contestants into the small world, he stared at the nothingness that no one could see.

The gradually active Heka rules absorbed and exhaled the power of Maat, which balanced the world, and continued to grow and improve themselves, but no one except her could see this scene.

“Too slow, still too slow.”

Atum murmured in a low voice that no one could hear.

The preliminary round of the Heka Competition was finally held, and Eros went to participate in the competition, leaving the few people left with nothing to do.

Nephthys was used to the quarrels and arguments with Eros, but now she felt a little bored. She sighed as she watched the small world displayed in the sun disk.

“Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have gone to join in the fun.”

“How long will their preliminary round last?”

Although Atum was very considerate and showed Nephthys all the situations in the small world, it was just a competition between a group of mortals, which was a bit boring for Nephthys.

Although doing so would expose the information of these contestants to the gods who skipped the main competition, who would care about such a thing?
Gods have never regarded mortals as opponents, so naturally they would not care about or study such things.

Except for one person, of course.

Isis was once a mortal, so naturally she was less arrogant than other gods. She was looking for opponents who might pose a threat among the many contestants.

There is no need to worry about most of the local priests, as most of them use spirits and magic produced locally in Esseniro, which Isis is quite familiar with.

In this regard, naturally no one can defeat Isis. Just like the person who just duelled with Eros, the cards used by Isis also know them.

Therefore, those magicians from foreign lands are worthy of Isis’s attention.

As Isis watched, she did find a few contestants who might be worth her attention. The one who deserved Isis’s attention the most was an old man with white hair and beard and a cane.

And a suspicious girl wearing a large witch hat, petite figure, an eye patch on her face that only reveals one green eye, wavy blonde hair, and wrapped in a fur coat.

Isis knew a little about the magic most people used and the monsters they commanded in duels, and could more or less tell where they came from.

But only these two people not only maintained their winning streak, but also failed to let Isis discover their origins from beginning to end.

Suspicious, worth noting.

Of course, if we talk about suspicion, Menage, who has been with Eros from the beginning, is also a little suspicious in Isis’s eyes.

Isis had never heard of the monster that he commanded, which was like a shadow puppet.

But looking at it this way, if nothing unexpected happens, probably these four people including Eros will be able to participate in the main competition.

The number of people is just right, if there are no accidents.

Just as Isis was thinking this, the scene in the small world gradually changed.

The “substitutes” who were supposed to be cleaning up the surrounding areas were gradually getting closer and it seemed that they would soon collide with each other.

This situation, which was a little unexpected for Isis, actually made it more interesting to watch, and even Nephthys became interested.

“They won’t knock each other out, will they?”

Nephthys muttered.

“It would be even more fun if that guy flipped over here.”

Not far away, Typhon was half leaning on the balcony, looking at the scene displayed in the sun disk. The expression on his face was changeable, sometimes dangerous and sometimes peaceful.

In the small world, Eros and Menage were still unaware of this and were wandering around leisurely.

Although Eros played cards with great enthusiasm at the beginning, he found that after stripping away the layer of underworld attributes, these magicians were actually no different from primitive people.

As they were unable to summon even a powerful monster, their enthusiasm gradually faded and they were left with only a passive and negative attitude to fight.

On the contrary, Menage was meticulous, serious and active. He constantly challenged contestants he met to duels and defeated them all.

Fortunately, this preliminary round was not based on the number of victories, but on winning to the end, which saved Eros a lot of trouble.

It is enough to bully the primitive people once or twice, it would be boring to beat them all the time.

Even if there are occasional tricky situations, it is just a matter of drawing a few more tornadoes. If that doesn’t work, just draw another lightning strike or lightning storm.

As the two of them were leisurely looking for other contestants to duel, a new figure gradually emerged in their sight.

Eros subconsciously raised his head and looked forward. His instinctive radar of beautiful girls reacted, and there must be a beautiful girl in front of him.

It’s an instinct, or a talent.

But Eros did not see a beautiful girl at first sight, but an old man.

Just when he was wondering if his radar was wrong, a blonde girl with green eyes walked out from the opposite direction of the old man, covering her face with a wide hat brim.

That’s right! It’s a beautiful girl!

(End of this chapter)