When Rita lunged at Mojie, the chaos on the field dropped by almost eighty percent.
The ones who had been enjoying themselves the most—the loudest and wildest in the stands—were also the players who knew the Divine Game best. And these were exactly the kind of people who studied each year's standout contestants in obsessive detail.
Both Rita and Mojie were on that list.
Rita's time stop, Mojie's deprive skill—neither were secrets.
And everyone knew Rita wasn't the type to act impulsively or without a plan. If she was doing this, she had a reason.
Just like earlier, when she didn't hunt for hints but instead let the white bear smack her back and forth on purpose.
"She's not worried that Mojie will get desperate and burn his match just to steal all her god hints?"
"So… when she was messing around with the white bear earlier, did she actually learn something big?"
"Has to be. I even saw GodDraw77 laughing—her mouth was wide open. First time I've seen that."
