The news that Zhou Yuanjue's slot was about to be taken was suppressed by the relevant higher-ups. It didn't spread among the candidates, so as to avoid unnecessary turmoil and controversy.
After all, Zhou Yuanjue had garnered a great deal of attention after winning the championship, especially among those with low racial potential. If the news were to be made public, it would likely cause some unrest.
However, the parties involved were still privy to certain essential information.
Holy Descendant Civilization, the Magic-Energy Megacity.
In the office of the Jiaoxing Institute's director of candidates.
The half-human, half-insect director coiled his centipede-like body on a soft cushion on the floor. Opposite him sat Anke, clad in black scale armor, looking every bit the Demon King.
"So, that's the situation. For you, this is an opportunity granted by fate itself. What's meant to be yours will be yours, and no one can take it away."
