Rebuilding Teyvat in another world

"Let us warmly welcome the victory of the twelve-win duelist."

In the Yakalan duel arena, cheers resounded through the sky.

As this world-class event, the duel competition held every two years is affectionately called the Arena, and it is also an opportunity for a country to showcase itself to the outside world. This year’s duel competition was held in Bangladesh, the capital of Bratania. Held in the arena, powerful magicians and warriors fight in the arena. They may die or be seriously injured, but the one who survives in the end will naturally inherit all the glory and countless fame and fortune.

World number one.

No one can refuse this title.

Every year, a large number of people take to this battlefield to win glory with their lives. The blood of the losers will dye the entire venue red. Therefore, this competition is also called the Bloody Road.

"Flaws are fleeting."

The sharp water blade gently cut across the neck of the man who was showing off his power in front of him, and blood spattered everywhere. The young man with a little childishness on his face smiled wantonly, pulled his collar, and said to the fallen corpse in front of him: "It's really Sorry, you are stronger than the previous ones, so I couldn’t hold back my strength for a while.”

He said to himself: "After all, I'm getting a little impatient with the warm-up all the time."

He said sorry, but there was no apology at all on his face. His expression was cold and arrogant, like a sharp knife. He casually wiped his hand without a drop of blood on it, and his lightless eyes glanced to the side where he had been killed. The bloody, beautiful and flowing battle frightened the referee, perhaps because he was shocked by the overflowing water element power. The opponent was so excited that he reflexively shouted: "The representative of the Solstice Kingdom, Young Master Dadalia wins!"

No one knows what the Winter Kingdom actually is.

Most people can actually only pay attention to some major countries, and they don't care what the Winter Country is like.

All they knew was that they should cheer and applaud this unprecedentedly powerful winner.

The body of the loser was ignored by everyone as a matter of course.

Several people who specialized in cleaning up traces at such events skillfully took away the body and cleaned up the blood stains, but within a few minutes the venue was clean again.

Perhaps this magician was once a strong man who won honors and was sought after by thousands of people, but when he failed, everyone's eyes would move away from him and turn to the winner.

Most people in this world admire power.

And the same is true for the young master.

Dadalia withdrew the water blade and calmly walked out of the field amidst cheers. There, an adjutant wearing the uniform of the Fools took a thick plush coat and put it on him, and tied it carefully. Put on a red scarf.

The young master complained: "The previous ones were too weak. This one is good, but I haven't had time to fully enjoy it yet."

He walked and chatted with the adjutant as if there was no one else around, and left through the player's exclusive passage, ignoring the cheers and applause that gradually faded away.

He is only loyal to fighting, and other people's accusations and slanders are meaningless to him, and of course, the same goes for cheers and applause.

He is an extremely pure warrior.

The adjutant said cautiously: "Sir, sir, over there..."

Dadalia said displeased: "What is she doing again? She agreed before that I would be allowed to move in this country, but now she is blocking my fight over and over again. It's really unpleasant."

The adjutant laughed along with him: "Sir, sir, maybe the lady has her own considerations and needs your help?"

A man with black hair and black eyes walked towards him from the contestant tunnel. He looked at this sudden and powerful warrior and carefully looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

I also heard Dadalia's complaining words: "That's it if she really needs my power. Although she is eager to fight, Her Majesty the Queen's order is everything. But that's not why she stopped me. Participate This kind of unscrupulous performing arts activity also uses the name of the Winter Kingdom and the Fools to discredit the Queen. What are you saying, madam? I really can't get along with those conspirators."

He flexed his wrist and said: "Any battle requires all-out efforts and is worthy of careful consideration. How could this battle to conquer the world's number one without my participation be possible?"

He passed the man and didn't notice how many words the seemingly taciturn man actually took into his heart.

Young Master, Madam, and many fools, it’s the winter kingdom.

Her Majesty the Queen.

Everyone is eager to know where this player, who burst out like a dark horse and caused an uproar in the world, comes from.

At most, ordinary people would think that Dadalia is an occasional talent from a small country with little reputation in the world. However, only humans like them who have discovered the inside story understand that among the 237 countries in the world, there has never been one. Winter Country.

And Dardalia's skill, temperament, disregard for money, and the qualities that can only be seen in the army displayed in every move, as well as the adjutants and subordinates around him, all show that only a big country can cultivate them.

And his power is extraordinary. In this era of technological rise, individual power is small and people believe in power. Warrior mages like them can only fight like beasts in the arena through performances, fighting for their lives to gain honor and money. are the majority.

It is precisely because of their weak individual strength that they have to work hard, just like celebrities fighting for favor and traffic.

They are still respected by people, but they are different from the past where they believed like facing gods, and the faces of those nobles and people in power are also different.

All this is because no matter how powerful the mage is, he cannot compete with the most powerful billions of machines with his own strength. The war weapons piled up by human wisdom are beyond the reach of individual strength.

but……

He seemed to be looking intently, and glanced at Dadalia with his peripheral vision, who was nonchalantly complaining to his adjutant that the weather in Britannia was not as good as his hometown at all, it was gloomy and damp.

He felt a familiar sense of crisis from this young man.

That was the palpitation I felt when I faced the finished product of human wisdom with my individual strength.

Young Master Dadalia, what exactly is he...

When acting, you have to perform a full set, no matter whether there are people or not, no matter what the environment is, after all, what the ancestors summed up always makes sense, a gentleman should be cautious.

Of course, in fact, he didn't care about this level of leakage.

This is not a secret.

Dadalia complained to his colleagues and walked out of the venue with his adjutant, his already cold expression becoming a bit sharper.

"Okay, today's warm-up activities are over."

He adjusted the red mask he was wearing and showed a warm smile: "So, how is the progress of Madam's search for the God of Wind?"