Time and again, the long wait, the Coffin Ascension Challenge, awaited someone who could replace the weaker ones among the four Coffin Ascenders.
This was already the eleventh gathering since Green took on the role of a Coffin Ascender.
Beneath the Face of Truth, Green's Three-Colored Eyes gazed at the gathering of over two hundred exiles, a flash of disappointment flickered and disappeared.
Although strength cannot be entirely judged by so-called aura and insight at a glance, at least those with a powerful aura identified by Green are ones with the hope to replace Coffin Ascenders.
"Oh? There are quite a few interesting guys this time, intriguing!"
The Poisonous Flame Centipede murmured excitedly to itself as time passed. The gap in levels between Green and it grew ever larger. Some whom Green dismissed, in its eyes, were quite formidable.
"Sea Salt Alga, the one over there has an aura very similar to yours. Want to take it on later?"
