The entire Galar is in a feverish atmosphere for hosting tournaments. Only the isolated Armor Island, which is nominally the land of Galar but is a private domain, is still operating according to the original rhythm of life.
There are no trainers on the battlefield, an endless stream of tourists, and noisy battles.
The loudest sound here is the extremely aggressive sound of wild elves roaring with their mouths wide open as they fight for territory.
And the most interactive sport here is not elf battle, but playing games.
In the back house of a martial arts school-style building, Emperor Dan watched the old man in front of him concentrate on grasping the handle and operating the characters on the screen.
Never interrupt him during online games. This is something Dandi understood a long time ago, so he simply tilted his head and watched the live broadcast on another screen in the hall.
This can be regarded as a way to relieve his boredom. After all, he still clearly knows that he is poor at games and is not good at anything.
In the past, I was taught that he was a weird kid who had not developed any special hobbies except elf battles.
The boring live broadcast made Dandi yawn. Many trainers at the top of the rankings did not participate in the competition today, so most of the matches he saw were mid- and lower-level trainers pecking each other.
For the extremely discerning Dan Emperor, this kind of battle may not be as intense as the warm-up before training the elves himself. Such videos can only have a hypnotic effect and have little appreciation value.
"Tch, it's another unreliable teammate. Even though I played so well, I couldn't pass the level. I won't play anymore."
The old man threw away the handle, grabbed the tea cup next to him and took a sip.
"Xiao Dandan, if you don't have fun at the tournament, why do you have to come here to torment me?"
Looking at the entire Galar, there is only one person who can call him Alchemy Emperor like that.
Dan Emperor's master, the legend who once won eighteen consecutive championships in the Galar region, Ma Shide.
Ma Shide, who was holding a small goatee, seemed to really not want to see Dan Di appear here, and even his tone sounded like he was chasing people away.
"You can't play games with me, and I can't practice with you. Look, it's so boring to sit here and stare at a boring live broadcast while you feel sleepy."
"It's better to be boring."
Emperor Dan sighed, looking very relaxed when facing the master who trained him single-handedly.
"I just have too many things to worry about, and I can't bear to worry about them anymore, so I choose to escape for a while."
Emperor Dan once felt that he could make Galar better by himself, but recently he has found that he is increasingly unable to do so.
Everything that happened after the Galar Championship made him restless, and Dandi had to leave for a while to adjust his mentality and state.
Ma Shide glanced at Dan Emperor, but instead of following his intention to continue the conversation, he mentioned other people.
"Isn't there a Pioni wandering around on Armor Island? You can go and play with him."
"I don't want to find anyone right now, I just want to find a place to be quiet."
"The Isle of Armor is big enough for you to hide and live in seclusion as a wild man. I teased my children to build a bookstore before. If you want to go, I will show you the way."
Emperor Dan smiled bitterly: "Master, why do you mean to push me out of the door in your words? Am I so disliked by you?"
Ma Shide straightened his drooping white eyebrows in front of the mirror, and replied without looking back: "That's not true."
"Is it because of the tournament?"
After all, Emperor Dan was Ma Shide's disciple, and he knew his temper very well, so he simply pointed it out straight to the point.
Ma Shide turned around and glanced at Dan Emperor, and said quietly: "Xiao Dandan, I actually have a few words to say to you, but seeing you sitting behind me for so long and still looking frowning, I suddenly
I don’t want to talk anymore.”
"Master, please stop playing riddles. I've been fed up with it lately." Emperor Dan covered his forehead.
Ma Shide's master Weasel walked in with slices of fruit plate in his hand. When he saw his wife Miye peeking outside the door, Ma Shide coughed immediately.
Feeling that Miye had left, Ma Shide waved his hand impatiently.
"Let's talk while we eat. Your wife is really nosy."
Dandi was eating the sliced fruit, and Ma Shide reminded him earnestly: "I didn't play riddles with you, I just said it directly, and you still don't know how to do it, so why should I talk too much?"
"but…"
Ma Shide sat cross-legged in front of Dan Emperor, smiling kindly.
"I can be a good listener."
"You're feeling suffocated. Let's talk about it. Don't worry about it. You're too tired."
Alchemy Emperor has always been lonely. He stands too high and is praised too high. Naturally, he has no friends to whom he can truly confide.
Everyone who has contact with Dan Emperor regards him as an object of challenge, as if the meaning of his existence is only to defeat, or be defeated.
Dan Emperor rarely has anything to worry about. He is strong enough and can easily resolve any troubles he encounters.
It's just that this time it's different. Trouble has been looming in front of Dan Emperor from beginning to end. Not only does it show no signs of being solved, but it looks like it will get bigger and bigger.
"Although you live far away on Kai Island, you should be following the progress of the tournament, right?" Emperor Dan looked at Ma Shide and sighed.
"Luther?"
Ma Shide remembered this name from the beginning, not for anything else, but because what Luther did reminded him of something related to his retirement.
As soon as he saw Luther's losing streak, Ma Shide saw something was wrong.
After supplementing his guess based on the rumors, Ma Shide was not angry or wanted to condemn. Instead, he was full of interest in this young man.
After discovering that Luther also had his own island, his interest escalated to wanting to meet up and talk about what it was like to build an island.
Match-fixing?
Acting?
The face of the Galar Alliance?
Ma Shide doesn't care.
Besides, is match-fixing something new only now?
Back then, league leaders hinted that what they were playing was also a fake game. What was the difference?
After he retired, weren't some of the people involved still sitting in high-level positions without being punished?
Seeing how miserable the people in the Galar Alliance were, it was too late for him to be happy.
"Luther, the trainer, scares you?" Ma Shide decided to provoke Dan Emperor.
Dandi shook his head and said seriously: "I actually wanted to compete with him on the same stage, but he told me through Misaki that he didn't want to fight me, and said..."
"If the two of us fight, no matter whether I win or lose, it will not be the result he wants, so I hope I won't force him."
Losing is easier to understand, but wouldn't winning be more beneficial to Galar?
After being stunned for a few seconds and recalling the details of Luther's past battles, Ma Shide suddenly understood.
"Is that so? No wonder you keep doing this..."
After thinking about it, Ma Shide raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said sadly: "I really don't know if he is here to cause trouble or to correct..."
To embarrass the Galar Alliance, all you need to do is unscrupulously expose flaws and wreak havoc, and that's it.
But Luther was not only thinking about Dan Emperor, but also taking into account the interests of Galar as a whole.
"The next generation is terrible." Ma Shide sighed.