My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1915

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Sven was utterly baffled by the old beggar's words.

"What do you mean... organized by a god? A game of life and death? What is it about?"

"Sir Sven, please allow me to explain slowly. I understand your doubts, but trust me, I have no reason to deceive you.

"The God of Equilibrium, Balans, is different from the gods worshiped by the Illuminion. He doesn't care about dominance and faith; 'fairness' is his principle. He awakened a century ago and sensed an impending crisis.

"To address this, he created a game. The winner can make any wish, and Balans will use it to increase his divine power."

It took Sven a while to process the old beggar's words as the information was overwhelming for him.

"So you mean... a god... is hosting a game? And granting wishes?"

"That's right. I don't know the contents of the game, but I heard it's a battle to the death. That's why I'm asking you, are you... willing to participate?"

"A wish... Any wish at all?" Sven asked, a glimmer of hope appearing in his heart.

"The God of Equilibrium governs the balance between the physical world and the spiritual world. He doesn't have the power to resurrect your sister."

Sven lowered his head in disappointment. "Oh... I see..."

"So, what do you want me to help you with?"

The old beggar stroked his messy beard, smiling. "I want you to retrieve my 'spirit' from him."

"Your... spirit?"

"Exactly. After that, I'll tell you everything about the Illuminion. So, do you accept this deal?"

Sven looked at the mysterious old man before him, recalling his words and thinking about his sister—her dancing by the fireplace, tending to his wounds in the hospital, and... her death.

After expressing his gratitude, Sven strode away.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling, and a red-haired masked man walked up to the old beggar. "Is he one of the candidates…?" he asked. "He doesn't look like he has any talent for magic."

The old beggar pulled his clothes tighter and responded meaningfully, "Torah, don't be hasty. Just wait and see. The candidates for the Savior Project won't be wrong."

"Him? Is he the trump card?"

"Perhaps he's..."

…

There was less than half a month left until the Summit of Ten Thousand Dynasties, and Nash was still training in the mountains. He seemed to have become more insightful after gaining more comprehension, but still, it was not enough.

At this moment, Talroth came over to him and said, "Nash, look who I've brought."