A heavy silence fell on the table.
Everyone couldn't help but furrow their brows, but ultimately kept silent.
After his introduction, the room had evidently dropped in temperature.
Even those who were lax earlier found themselves shifting uncomfortably, recalling an unpleasant memory.
There was a reason why Zold was rarely, if not never at all, called by his title.
His title's mere existence was like a sharp knife that poked through everyone's pride, reminding them of the fact that there were mountains beyond mountains.
Which one of them here didn't believe they were the strongest once?
None.
In their previous life, all of them believed that they were the best of the best—
But that belief crumbled when they met Zold for the first time.
All of them here had at least competed or fought against Zold once.
The result?
Zold won against all of them.
Whether it was magic, science, weapon mastery, martial arts, or gambling…
