The arena.
Su Ye, draped in a magnificent black robe with his long hair falling over his shoulders, sat upon a throne of cloud qi.
His gaze fell upon the arena below.
At that moment, several bloody massacres—oh, no... *hiring tests* were underway.
Many of Aino City's upper echelons were slaughtering each other without mercy, fighting for a chance to survive.
SHING!
A sharp blade flashed.
A member of the royal family was beheaded by a sword, dying instantly.
A faint, yellowish-green Divinity, like a firefly's glow, rose from his body. With a thought, Su Ye's Divine Sense seized it, broke it down, and converted it into Creation Points.
BZZT.
Su Ye glanced at the virtual panel.
[Creation Points +1]
[Creation Points: 50]
The royal family members who had died during the hiring tests had provided him with a total of 4 Creation Points!
This brought his reserve of Creation Points to the 50-point threshold.
