Chapitre 237: The Death Rift Card

"Group number eight's leader, please come forward."

"Cya, team," Stark waved as all his team members watched him walk toward the stage, with the most calm of expressions.

"Ohoh~ if it isn't the little Stark, feeling lucky today?" Theodore smiled as he pointed at the black floating box, "Just place your hand inside the hole and pick a card."

"Alright."

Stark was about to do what he had been told in front of everyone's gazes, wondering what could the boy that had caused two massive scenes ONLY during the entrance ceremony possibly pick.

"Come on…"

"Please…"

Stark's team was on edge as he placed himself in front of the box, seemingly ready to place his hand inside.

But right before he did that… he suddenly turned around, specifically facing toward Lana and Sora, then he shouted.