Beeeeep!

The moment the end of the match was announced, the five people, including me, gasped and stared at each other from our respective positions.

“Gasp. Gasp...”

“Sigh.”

“...Shit.”

“It’s already over.”

“......”

Michael of the United States, Zhen Sulong of China, Torres of Spain, and finally the British big-nosed person called David. They were all those with the power of a constellation.

...That British guy was someone I didn’t expect. The ancient elf crown he wore gave him the ability to freely manipulate trees. As a result, we all formed relationships where we had a natural enemy. My sun flames burned David’s trees and Davdi’s trees grew by absorbing Torres’ water. Torres’ water made Michael’s sand heavy and Michael’s sand repeatedly extinguished my fire. We kept each other in check, absorbed each other’s powers, became stronger, and fought again.

Zhen Sulong was busy wandering here and there.

“...It seems the final decision needs to be made in the next match,” I told them as the oldest man present.

Then there...