Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

It didn't take long for Nessa and Violina to agree with Zach. It would have been great with something to help their headaches, even if only a little. The headaches faded pretty quickly. But only if they didn't look at the past through the statutes' name plaques. They could just wait a little longer between each time.

However, even when they gathered almost all of the other entrants and rotated entering the scenes of the past, the headaches didn't fade quickly enough. When taking longer breaks meant it would take them longer to figure out the correct order, very few of the entrants wanted to waste time just because of a slight headache.

Some of them, like Derot, Oria, Tero, Tara, and Jones stubbornly ignored their headaches and continued diving into the statues with their minds. They had all chosen a statue they felt drawn to or that they liked. Derot picked Wir of Greed. Oria chose Jeret of Dreams. Tero chose Arot of the Moon, and Tara chose Tora of the Sun. Jones sat down in front of Lyander of War.

A little bit away from them, Black ignored everyone else and took up space in front of Yissna of Strength's name plaque.

Since he didn't talk to anyone, no one talked to him. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he would have been a fool not to notice what everyone was doing. He eavesdropped and found out that if he brushed the names of the deities with the tips of his fingers, he could see scenes of the past.

The entrants' opinions were mixed. What were they supposed to do with that information, especially when almost everything they saw was fragmented, indecipherable, jumbles of colors and shapes? It was like they were being thrust into a kaleidoscope. Since they wanted to clear the Trial before they died of old age, they did what they could.

But looking for clues among such messy sights was next to impossible. Several of them didn't understand why the others were so doggedly entering the statues even when they had severe headaches. They also didn't understand what the point was in choosing specific statues.

The other entrants, those who were doggedly entering the statues, had realized something.

They were seeing scenes of the past. They had yet to confirm whether it was the same battlefield for all the statues, mostly because they hadn't sat down and discussed everything they saw yet.

But it was a battle for all of the statues. And the deities were fighting in those battles.

The entrants weren't just looking for clues to the correct order.

They were looking at how deities fought, what kind of powers they used, how they used them, and how powerful they were.

Naturally, they had to look at deities that interested them or aligned with how they fought. It wasn't necessarily because they wanted to learn to do what they did or copy them. They didn't even dream of doing something like that.

Even without the details of the battle, all of them could tell that the fighting was on a whole different level than what they were. It could take them lifetimes to ever come close to that realm.

They looked and studied the battles and the deities so ardently in search of inspiration or just to get something from it without even knowing what that could be. The slightest movement or gleam of understanding they got from looking at the deities while they fought was invaluable.

Even for Zach and Violina, seeing people like their parents fight was an extremely rare occurrence. And deities were still on an entirely different level even compared to their parents, who were at the top of the Empire.

Zach had even heard some of the others talking about not finding or sharing clues as to which order was the correct one just so they could stay and watch the battles. He understood the sentiment. It was a valuable experience.

But it was just the second Trial. Even if it seemed like a very rewarding one, they had ten more to go after this one. They shouldn't be satisfied with just getting to look at the deities from afar, especially when most of them couldn't even watch for more than ten seconds without collapsing on the floor with their hands and arms wrapped around their head in pain.

Time passed differently inside the statues, so those ten seconds in reality could be several minutes of watching the deities fight. But several minutes didn't make much of a difference, considering the level of the deities.

Zach seemed to have it the easisest when it came to entering the statues. He could stay the longest time and end up with the smallest headache. He figured it had something to do with his level since he was at a higher level than Nessa and Violina and was stronger than the other entrants. Nessa and Violina were also doing well, second only to him. But the others weren't far behind them.

He had watched Soara for a total of several hours. He wasn't sure if he was up in day or two yet, but regardless, he had seen those hideous things fall dead to the ground around Soara for a long time.

He hadn't learned a thing.

It was Soara's power over Death that caused it, but Zach had no idea what he could learn from that. He couldn't just make people or monsters die around just because he wanted to. Other than that, he didn't see Soara display any fancy techniques or anything. They just walked across the endless battlefield, leaving behind a trail of corpses as long as their walk.

He had considered checking any of the other statues. But there were twelve statues and twenty-three entrants. Black had one for himself. That left twenty-one entrants to share ten statues.

Some of them were more popular than others, but Zach wasn't interested in sharing.

Zach glanced at Yanael and Alzara.

…At least not with any strangers.

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