The opening ceremony was proceeding smoothly.
No demon attacks, no disruptions from black wizards, not even student conflicts—everything was well suppressed in front of the guests, almost indistinguishable from those tedious ceremonies attended before Villand entered the space.
Even with psychological preparedness.
The veteran members of the North American Team still felt uneasy about this almost 'slice-of-life' task—not only because it didn't match the difficulty level expected for eighteen people, but also because the nature of the task completely deviated from the tone of the Main God Space.
"——Is the opening ceremony over?"
Ivan, one of the veterans, twisted uncomfortably in his seat. As a Berserker, it was rather challenging for him to sit quietly like a schoolchild for several hours. This was probably his dullest task experience since entering the space.
