With the arrival of the weekend at Babel, the mood at the academy was anything but ordinary. 0

Normally, most students no longer had the energy to get excited after over a month into the second semester, but today felt markedly different.0

“Wow, we might actually witness a sibling rivalry this time.”0

“No way, that’s a stretch. Don’t forget Yeom Sung-Ha is on that side.”0

“You never know. People say Jake’s been going wild lately.”0

Walking on the path to their destination, students were engrossed in their phones, chatting animatedly. Though some were grumbling in frustration.0

“Ugh… all the ones I bet on got knocked out.”0

“Well, that’s because you bet everything on Aria dropping out, you idiot.”0

“If they’d just won one match, I’d have made bank!”0

It wasn’t just them. All around campus, people were buzzing about the event scheduled for later in the day. 0

“Everyone’s hyped up.”0

Watching the lively scene from a park bench, Se-Hoon couldn’t help but smirk.0

It seemed like nine out of ten passersby were talking about the tournament, their excitement about the upcoming event practically radiating from them. Anyone could easily see that the entirety of Babel was engrossed in the tournament.0

And while Se-Hoon had been expecting such enthusiasm, it was only from those within Babel—not the rest of the world as well.0

I didn’t think they’d broadcast this out of Babel…0

Initially, the tournament was supposed to remain an internal affair of Babel. However, once news of the elimination of Apostate spread, things took an unexpected turn.0

With the leaders of various factions deliberating over how to commemorate the victories over the Ten...0