The Singular Mediocrity Amidst Multitudes

"Esteemed envoy, how long must one endure within the column of light to be deemed worthy?" Chen Feng's countenance bore no trace of fear as he gazed confidently at the envoy from the Demon Realm.

He harbored a sensation, a certainty, that the envoy would favor him. Whenever he felt such assurance, it heralded the arrival of opportunity.

"Endure for ten breaths, and those with exceptional talent may pass," remarked the envoy from the Demon Realm, casting a sidelong glance at Chen Feng.

Ah, that glance! Initially casual, but once he demonstrated his prowess and innate gifts, the envoy would be astounded. Then, ensnared by his compelling charisma, they would offer one boon after another.

Observing the envoy from the Demon Realm, Chen Feng seemed to envision the future favors that awaited him, his lips curling into a faint smile.

"In that case, I, Chen Feng of the human race, claim the first spot!"