The Enemy of All

The envy of all the trialists was unspeakable.

Being able to win effortlessly was like a pie falling from the sky.

Joining Waldo's team, the two of them hardly needed to exert any effort to make it to the end.

With Waldo there, they barely had any chance to show their mettle.

Formidable opponents were dealt with by Waldo.

As for the weaker ones, they didn't dare provoke them either.

If there were any Waldo couldn't handle, they could only surrender.

If even Waldo couldn't handle it, what could they expect from them?

...

However, at this moment, a discordant voice emerged.

"Heh, Waldo winning? The game hasn't even started yet, and you dare to conclude this? Isn't it too early? Wanting to flatter Waldo in advance is a bit too much! It's better to be realistic!"

This voice was clearly different from the other trialists.

From his tone, he didn't seem to have much faith in Waldo.