Chapter 2102: with translation of chapter title

Beep, the current number of remaining participants has dropped to 8,000,000!

Star Glory betting rules begin!

After an estimated seventy-two hours, the battle for the top hundred will begin!

Completely different from the Creator Alliance's chaos, within a vast and magnificent virtual space, tens of thousands of high-level civilization representatives leisurely gazed at the ranking list, gathering in groups of three or two, chatting with each other.

Hearing the Star Glory broadcast ringing above their heads, at once, a large number of the strongest, whose lowest level is Star-Destroying Level, all lifted their spirits and looked toward the rapidly changing Star Glory ranking above the space.

It's started! It's started! Haha, it's my favorite betting segment again!

Tsk tsk, only the fifth day has passed and already so many have died? Looks like this time it's exciting~

Near the base of the ranking light pillar, a Star-Destroying Level Fifth Stage resembling an upright beetle let out a strange laugh.

They all come from various civilizations, gathered here to select the victor of the Star Glory War.

The so-called betting is merely an entertainment activity before the rankings are finalized. However, under the intentional or unintentional guidance of the Star Glory Alliance, consecutive editions of the Star Glory War have already turned this game into a lavish gamble capable of causing civilizations to 'perish'.

By placing early bets on favored seeds, they reap large amounts of points.

Once they win, when they absorb these talents, they don't even need to expend cultivation resources; they can simply take a portion from the winnings.

Those who use other civilizations' money to support themselves can also earn extra. Such a good thing, no civilization would be unwilling.

Of course, if they bet wrong and, unwilling to accept it, add more, the outcome goes without saying.

Hey, big-headed Star Gazers, who are you betting on? The current first place? A zombie actually leads by a landslide. This weird guy, I feel hopeful he'll stay till the end, a sure win!

Within the virtual space, a Star-Destroyer resembling a lava beast asked in a deep voice to the Star Gazer clan beside him.

As special lifeforms born on high-pressure planets, they innately possess strong rule perception; upon reaching adulthood they are already at the peak of the Third Rank.

However, compared to their powerful talent, thinking about this is what they dislike most. Meanwhile, the Star Gazers neighboring their civilization enjoy observing celestial bodies and summarizing patterns, thus their betting win rate is quite good.

Turning his head, the Star-Destroying Level called a Star Gazer did not speak directly; only seeing the stars surrounding him rapidly rotate a few cycles, as if arranging calculations, did he then slowly speak:

"Lava Lord, I've said many times, don't call us big-headed. Our heads are this large because they're filled with the mysteries of the stars."

"I don't advise you to bet on that zombie."

"Its odds are too low, and it's only midfield; those participants from high-level civilizations haven't even started exerting their strength. I don't think it can hold onto first place."

His voice like a vibrating tape, the Star Gazer finished speaking and pointed at the ranking:

"Haven't you noticed? This time, the number of Fifth Stage entities entering with their true bodies seems a bit higher."

"Although that mutant is rather special, its odds are currently 1:. A 17% return rate, compared to the risk, is really too low."

"If it were me, I would choose the Prayerers."

Starlight flickered, and as the Star Gazer Star-Destroyer spoke, he projected the gathered data on the Prayerers.

In the projection, there was indeed a figure wearing a white robe, head covered with a hood, resembling a humanoid sacrificial form. Yet beneath that dark hood lay a misshapen lower jaw covered in metallic scales.

"The Prayerer civilization is extremely strong; in every edition, their worst placement has been in the top ten. Their combat power can hardly be judged by rank, and being able to summon external forces to fight, their win rate has virtually no ceiling!"

The Prayerer civilization spans an extremely vast domain; in the eyes of all civilizations present, it belongs to the hegemon-level civilization.

Thanks to their formidable racial abilities, the Prayerer civilization is almost always a hot pick each time they compete, and the civilization behind them is even willing to invest large amounts of points into the Star Glory War.

However, before the Star Gazer could finish his analysis, a low, derisive chuckle suddenly sounded.

Only see, in another delegation not far away, a Star-Destroyer whose rear continually projected geometric figures sneered and interrupted:

"You're optimistic about that bunch of Prayerer lunatics? Star Gazer, I think you'd better stop claiming your head is full of cosmic mysteries. With your intellect, your skull is probably just filled with feces."

"You don't not know? The Prayerers' abilities are only useful when their true bodies enter; given the huge risk of Star Glory, how could their civilization dare to send genuine seeds in? Moreover, summoning also requires preparation time. In past editions, they haven't rarely been suddenly taken out in the final stage!"

"The overall ranking is not bad, but the probability of actually getting first is extremely low!"

Undeterred by the Star Gazer's instantaneous killing intent, the Spatial Reconstructor from the Strongly Drawn Star Cluster spoke and then pointed to a name far beyond the hundred-thousandth rank:

"Lava Lord, I think you'd better bet with me on the Star Gods."

"Don't look at how low these guys' rankings are now; but in the latter half of the schedule, as long as no one stops them, these Star Gods' combat power will be absolutely tremendous!"

"Who could defeat a monster that has become a planet? These guys are essentially Star-Eaters cloaked in a Rule System exterior!"

The Spatial Reconstructor's tone was extremely firm, evidently very confident in his judgment. Likewise, as soon as his words fell, several voices of agreement followed in succession.

"That's right, our alliance thinks the same."

"The Star Gods' biggest weakness is that they cannot move while condensing; in the previous few Star Glory Wars, their condensed state was repeatedly interrupted. But this time is different—there are simply too many special civilizations! Whether it's that bug swarm or the Corpse Summoners, they will draw the attention of other participants."

"Especially with the Corpse Summoner civilization present! No one dares let them develop unchecked! With them sharing the pressure, the Star God civilization this time is extremely likely to complete its condensation and laugh last!"

"Odds of 1:3.1—worth us putting down a bet!"

"Yeah, I agree too!"

"Compared to betting on the low-odds top ten, I actually think it's better to bet on great potential!"

Just as a united front formed, hearing many representatives agree with the Spatial Reconstructor's judgment, for a moment, numerous Star-Destroyers like the Lava Lord also felt swayed and torn.

There's no helping it—when the wager is Apocalypse points, no civilization dares to be careless!

It's quite obvious that, compared to the Star Gazers driven to anger by rebuttal, the Spatial Reconstructor side's analysis is more correct!

But they also know that the Spatial Reconstructors, in courting them like this, are essentially just recruiting heads to boost win rates. According to Star Glory rules, a portion of the points they bet will be exchanged for potency-enhancing elixirs, automatically distributed to the participants.

Although the ratio is extremely low—only one bottle per ten thousand points—yet as long as enough civilizations place bets, it can greatly help participants boost their combat power!

In the battle's final stage, a single bottle of elixir might just be the last straw that tips the scales!