The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Even the lower-grade students will become indispensable pillars of their respective departments.

　After the competition rules were announced, twenty teams and sixty contestants from five grades (two to six) and four departments took to the stage and each received a "Common Treasure Chest Exploration Radar" from the staff. This radar could only display the location of common treasure chests within a ten-meter radius. However, it was still crucial for the contestants' treasure hunt.

　If you can't find rare treasure chests, honestly exploring regular treasure chests and slowly accumulating points is a good approach.

　"Splash splash..."

　The microphone emitted a static sound.

　Dark couldn't help but chuckle, and then he saw Apollo walking towards them.

　Dark had already made eye contact with Apollo the moment he noticed his presence. However, at that time, Apollo simply smiled and nodded, then continued to look at Zeus, who was giving a speech on the stage.

　Dak then felt that Apollo probably, likely, or presumably did not have that kind of interest in him.

　This put him somewhat at ease.

　But unexpectedly, after Zeus finished his address, Apollo came over.

　By this time, everyone else in the hall had also noticed Apollo's presence. Although the "artists" from all walks of life refrained from making any overt gestures out of consideration for the "god of art," they still slowly moved closer.

　Dark and Ollie, who had been trying to keep a low profile and hide in the background, suddenly came into the sight of these artists.

　The artists might not know Olivia, but they certainly knew Dak. They exchanged glances, secretly communicating, their minds racing with a thousand hidden thoughts, and their gazes toward Dak became slightly hostile.

　—There was no ill intent, but they probably considered Dark Knight as their most formidable competitor.

　As pure artists without any magical talent, they would never be able to embark on the path of magic and forge a magical divine status without divine assistance. Therefore, more or less, they would all have some thoughts about becoming Apollo's "chosen one".

　When faced with the temptation of becoming a god, even the most detached and ascetic artist would likely find it difficult to suppress their greed.

　The tea party has barely begun, and Apollo has already taken the initiative to approach someone—a genius mage who received Apollo's personal blessing at the World Cup award ceremony—it's hard not to have other thoughts!

　Dak's expression froze slightly.

　The worst happened.

　He must quickly devise a way to reasonably refuse Apollo's invitation to be the "chosen one" without angering him.

　But if such a method could be thought of so easily, he wouldn't have had to come up with it on the spot.

　So in the blink of an eye, Apollo was already standing in front of him, and very politely bowed and asked, "Excuse me, may I sit here for a while?"

　Dak, of course, had no choice but to smile and invite Xiu to sit down.

　Judging from first impressions alone, Apollo truly deserves the title of "guardian of mankind," as there is not a trace of contempt in his eyes for humans as "inferior beings."

　After receiving permission, Apollo sat down between Dark and Ori.

　This is clearly a venue for traditional Chinese robes, yet the politeness here is almost frightening.

　After the artists slowly gathered together, in order not to appear as if they were "surrounding" the gods, they all pretended to be nonchalant and chatted, which made people laugh.

　Dak didn't laugh.

　Because his current situation is not funny.

　But just as his vigilance reached its peak, Apollo suddenly turned his body, shifting his gaze from Dark to Ori. Then, the robe finally revealed its "ferocious fangs"!

　Apollo, the "God of Light," was not targeting Darkdemon, but rather his head maid!

　Upon noticing this, Dak couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief, while also reflecting on his own "overconfidence."

　His mood relaxed, and he even had the leisure to observe the subtle changes in Ollie's expression.

　“I should have thought of that. Apart from me and Ollie, there were no other mages in Apollo’s venue, and Ollie was the only one who belonged to the pure light element.”

　Dark thought to himself with a rather relaxed air.

Chapter 1672 Darkdemon and the Twelve Symphonies of the Gods (3/3k)

　For him, not being targeted by Apollo was already the first hurdle he had overcome that day.

　Given Apollo's deep affection for "art," he had reason to speculate that Apollo wouldn't be particularly interested in becoming the "first god of magic" among investors.

　That way, he can successfully overcome the second calamity of the day. "Good thing!"

　"Why do I feel like everything's been good lately?" Dark felt increasingly pleased.

　As for Ollie

　Haha, that depends on what Ollie thinks.

　He would at most offer advice, but would not make decisions for Ollie. Becoming Apollo's "chosen one" was, in every respect, a great thing, not a bad thing.

　He simply couldn't think of a reason to refuse on behalf of Ollie!

　“Miss, I am Apollo, one of the twelve gods of light. You may call me Apollo directly.”

　In the blink of an eye, Apollo had begun to persuade him.

　He showed no airs whatsoever, neither in his tone nor in his appearance; he was a perfect being, without a single flaw.

　In just half a minute, Dak's first impression of him was completely shattered.

　But Oli's brow twitched slightly, as if she was indignant about the fact that "Apollo wasn't after the young master."

　However, since the other party was a god, although Ollie did not show much facial expression, she still showed considerable respect.

　She said, "Hello, Lord Apollo, I am not a young lady, but just a maidservant to a young master."

　Where was the promised respect? Dark wanted to cover his forehead.

　However, Apollo, true to his name, paid no heed to such cryptic remarks.

　Chi even went so far as to praise her, saying, "Not at all. Regardless of your status or position, you are the most beautiful in my heart... Never mind, would you like to become my chosen one?"

　The style of the painting took a sharp turn for the worse.

　Apollo suddenly "disconnected" halfway through his praise, getting straight to the point without any hesitation, causing the artists who had been watching to twitch their brows.

　Dark couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

　Faced with Apollo's sudden bluntness, Ollie's brows relaxed slightly, and she immediately said, "I don't want to."

　"If you'd like... um."

　After a brief pause, Apollo flashed a perfect smile and said again, "If you wish, I will bestow upon you the divinity of light, nurturing you with divine potential. Furthermore, I will not give you any orders other than guarding the temple. Once your magical divine path is forged, you will not even need to obey the duty of guarding it. What do you say?"

　Aoli glanced up at her sleeve, but still resolutely said, "I don't want to." Apollo: "..."

　The surrounding artists suddenly became noisy with conversation.

　From the moment Apollo's target shifted from Dark to Ollie, everything seemed to be racing headlong down a path beyond their wildest imagination.

　They were clearly worried that Apollo would choose someone other than themselves as the "Chosen One," but when Ollie resolutely refused, they couldn't feel any joy at all.

　"what happened"

　"what happens"

　Who is that maid?

　How dare she?

　The artists condemned it.

　Although she didn't express it to Ollie in person, it was practically the same as doing so.

　A beautiful artist, holding a harp, hesitated for a moment before stepping out from the crowd and speaking with courage: "Lord Apollo, since she is unwilling..."

　But as soon as she spoke, she suddenly realized she couldn't make a sound.

　Her face then showed fear, but the fear that had just appeared disappeared immediately, replaced by an elegant and natural smile.

　—When the emperor travels incognito, it's best not to mistake him for an ordinary citizen. Apollo's expression remained unchanged; he merely suppressed his actual "frivolity" after being rejected.

　have to say.

　Chi truly hadn't expected his invitation to be the "Chosen One" to be rejected.

　Whether it's the robe's appearance, his attitude, Chi's strength, or his consistently perfect image in mythological accounts, there's not a single reason why he might be rejected.

　Pao's attitude of treating humans as equals was not a hypocritical facade. After all, there are different social statuses and levels of power among humans. Chi felt that he had shown Ollie the most sincere attitude, and after realizing that Ollie did not like beating around the bush, he immediately abandoned the fancy words and got straight to the point.

　But I was still rejected, and rejected so decisively.

　Ask yourself honestly, what is so unacceptable about becoming a "chosen one" of the robes?

　It is absolutely impossible.

　Even the robe could make the final decision; among the twelve gods, there was certainly no other god whose requirements for the "chosen ones" were as lenient as his.

　—In fact, his request was practically nonexistent!

　He didn't even mind his "chosen ones" doing things that damaged the robe's reputation in the robe's name.

　Of course, he was very confident in his judgment, believing that the "chosen one" he had chosen would never do anything to damage his reputation.

　That wasn't a feeling, it was a "prophecy"!

　[Prophecy] is one of the robe's powers. "Fate" is also the robe's divine name.

　The robes selected a "chosen one" from among countless humans, but this "chosen one" chose to refuse.

　Is this possible?

　Of course not!

　At this critical moment, Apollo suddenly realized something: Chi's "prophecy" would never be wrong. Aoli would definitely become Chi's "chosen one"!

　Therefore, Ollie's current refusal is merely a step in the process of becoming a "chosen one" of the sleeve.

　What Chi needs to do is not to be angry and annoyed by Ollie's rejection, but to figure out how to turn this process into a result.

　"Seriously, I've been asleep for too long, and my thinking has become a bit rigid."

　Apollo flashed his perfect smile once again.

　Chi looked at Ollie, but didn't ask why she had refused. Having thought about it for a while, Chi was certain he had figured out the reason. "Because of Darkdemon?"

　“If that’s the case, then there’s really nothing we can do.” “After all, he’s just like me when I was young.” “So perfect, so charming.”

　"In that case, I should have already thought of a way to make her unable to refuse."

　Apollo, amidst self-comforting whispers, regained his composure. He then looked at Aoli, his lips moving slightly, though no words were uttered, his expression revealing his inner turmoil.

　He conveyed his words directly to Ollie's heart.

　This was a discussion that couldn't be disclosed to the public. It was an exchange that Chi was very confident about. And the outcome of the exchange was obvious.

　Pao couldn't believe that Ollie would refuse such a proposal! And sure enough!

　"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Ollie suddenly asked.

　Apollo's expression froze completely for a moment. But Chi immediately replied, "Of course."

　It's just a matter of having a little more time to consider; it's not a direct rejection. This is clearly a huge step forward, proof that Pao's proposal directly addresses the other party's concerns.

　This incident is beyond failure; it just needs some time for the other party to think it through.

　OK, "Chosen One" is mine!

　Apollo rose carefully from his seat.

　Chi knew he had completed half of his task for the day, and now he just needed to wait for Ollie's approval to begin the next half.

　But before that, he had to enjoy the tea party.

　"I apologize for the interruption. I hope you both enjoy the tea party to the fullest."

　Apollo made his exit with impeccable manners.

　Although the whole process felt like a one-man show, so what if he loves to perform a one-man show?

　Chi stepped back half a step and then turned to face the artists.

　The beautiful musician who had been holding the harp suddenly realized that she could move her face and make sounds. She broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly retreated into the crowd.

　However, Apollo didn't care at all; he wouldn't hold a grudge for such a small offense.

　Chi knew that the musician's skill on the harp was unmatched, and he planned to have a friendly exchange with him later.

　Lighting is merely work; art is life. Now is life's time!

　"Dong dong dong."