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“Are you telling me to become the winner of this tournament…?” Siegfried asked, seemingly dumbfounded by Cheon Woo-Jin’s words.

Cheon Woo-Jin nodded and said, “Yes. I’m asking you to become a king. Shouldn’t you suck this place dry properly if you were going to do so in the first place?”

“Why?” Siegfried said with furrowed brows, “I’m not really interested in that. Whoever wins will probably become the winner after fighting to the death, and someone like me who isn’t even a participant shouldn’t even dream of winning this—”

Cheon Woo-Jin cut him off and asked, “Do you feel guilty about winning?”

“Well, something like that. I’ve already profited enough from this, and do you really think that the people who hosted this tournament will stand by and watch if I win this entire thing?” Siegfried asked in response.

Siegfried was aware that sucking too much honey would end up earning him diabetes, and by diabetes—he meant earning the ire of the tournament host.

The host of this tournament was none other than the emperor himself, and Siegfried was certain that anyone, regardless of whether they were an NPC or not, would dearly pay the price for upsetting the NPC with the highest rank on the continent. In short, life on the Nürburg Continent would be hell...