A rare magical miracle in the world

"A one-to-three ratio of Miracle Power."

"Us, we can possess Miracle Power?"

"If so, we might actually have a chance to win."

"......"

The slaves burst into excitement upon learning the news that the arena would equally distribute Miracle Power, their hearts throbbing with excitement, for it signified a hope of leaving this place.

But the reality was that they were thinking too highly of their chances.

"ROAR!!"

The monster's roar echoed through the arena, where space had been folded to create an endless expanse of land allowing them free rein to exhibit their abilities.

But it was far from spectacular, as no one would refer to a one-sided massacre as a battle.

"Misusing the Miracle Power."

The first battle in the arena didn't attract many spectators, most of whom were the slaves permitted to watch together.

But at this moment, not a hint of excitement remained in their hearts.

"The gap is too wide."

Saros stood there, he had been watching the combat in the arena, and despite what should have been fiercely contested bouts throughout the morning, over 20 battles had been fought and over 20 lives had been lost.

"Suddenly receiving a quarter of the opponent's strength, Miracle Power is not so easily mastered."

Saros had never received Miracle Power, but he was acutely aware of its complexity and how hard it was to control. Even the weakest Extraordinary Power took months of hard practice before it could be used rudimentarily.

More powerful abilities like Transcendent, Hero's Awakening, King's Rule Incarnation took years, even decades of effort before one could even scratch the surface.

In the battle, the monsters had years of control over their power, evolving step by step from the lowest level.

In contrast, the slaves suddenly receiving power, with not even a moment's reaction time, were thrust onto the battlefield to face the beings that truly owned that power.

How could they possibly fight, how could they win?

"Is it almost our turn?"

Shi Xiyu was scared; she had no combat experience, and even if she had the power to shatter heaven and earth, she could only throw a single energy cannon, annihilating the opponent.

But against an enemy already three times her strength, and with far superior proficiency and skill, Shi Xiyu's fate was inevitable.

Not just her, even Saros didn't know how they could win.

"Saros."

The Marchioness of Clearspring and Yiya, along with other citizens from Clearspring Kingdom, were also at the arena, awaiting Saros's turn.

"Your Majesty."

Yiya, after witnessing twenty rounds of battle, said, "It's impossible to win."

Even with intentional effort, how could one grasp such power in the blink of an eye?

"Don't be hasty, there's still a chance."

Clearspring wasn't there just to watch, but to protect Saros.

If Saros were truly in danger, she would rush forward at all costs, interrupting the battle, even if it meant turning against the Holy Emperor, or the entire Holy Empire afterward.

"Perhaps he will only face the Extraordinary or Transcendent level; then there's hope."

With his own abilities, plus some techniques and strategies, Saros had the power to defeat both Extraordinary and Transcendent, and obtaining Miracle Power would increase his chances of winning.

Of course, even Clearspring didn't think Saros could defeat Heroic Level or Master Level, even with a quarter of their power.

"It's my turn."

Saros was the 22nd, he took a deep breath and, escorted by guards, stepped onto the platform.

The previous 21 had all died, maintaining a victory rate of zero—no one had walked away alive from this fight.

'I won't die in a place like this.'

'Absolutely not.'

Saros stood in the center of the arena, waiting for his battle to begin.

Each slave's opponent was chosen randomly—the monster could be very strong, or roughly equal in power.

Once, a slave had the misfortune to encounter a King-level beast and barely lasted a round before becoming its food.

"RUMBLE~~"

Miracle Power surged, and the platform expanded rapidly in all directions, instantly placing Saros in a boundless desert wasteland.

There was nothing to hide behind; the scorching sun above baked the earth, devoid of a single drop of water, and standing squarely before Saros was a titanic golden figure, at least 20 meters tall.

"LEGENDARY!!!"

In the spectator stands, Clearspring stood up abruptly, her face turning pale. Even through the Holy Emperor's barrier, she could clearly feel the immense power emanating from the golden statue.

Eye of Ra

Level: Legendary

Origin: Miracle Structures - When I Return from the Past Life

"Why is it a Legendary?!"

The already sparse audience rose to their feet, taken aback that the Holy Emperor would simulate a Legendary Warrior as an opponent for slaves even in such a trivial place.

"A one-sided fight is meaningless."

"How can a Mortal possibly stand against a Legend? He's as good as dead."

Besides Clearspring, there weren't many in the stands. The Emperor Candidate was present, along with other Lords of Miracle from the Holy Empire, invited by the Holy Emperor to make an appearance or simply to go through the motions, none truly caring about the fight at hand.

But now, the gathered Kings shook their heads in dismay. A Legendary Warrior against mortals; even if they were temporarily granted a quarter of Legendary Power.

So what, could that alone allow him to overcome the adversary?

A Legend's might isn't just measured by sheer power but also by Awakening, Domain, Law, Authority—elements requiring comprehension, not strength.

The realms that Miracle Citizens must experience and practice for themselves are not simply handed out.

If the Holy Emperor could grant these elements instantaneously to mortals, his own power would not be just Upper Tier, but Supreme Tier.

"Your Majesty!"

Yiya clutched the hands of the Marchioness of Clearspring, who gazed intently at Saros in the arena.

The Emperor Candidate watched the scene, smiling. He enjoyed the spectacle of others facing life and death, which made him feel alive instead of squandering time.

"He's doomed."

"No," the Marchioness turned sharply, "He won't die, he must triumph!"

Clearspring could see the calm and caution on Saros's face; he had not given up. He still believed in the existence of miracles.

"This power."

Saros felt the tumultuous Miracle Power within himself, chaotic and unfamiliar. While he knew of Miracle Power, grasping it was a new experience.

"I can fight!"

Saros lifted his head, and without a signal to start the fight, he was met with an earth-shattering scepter.