Although Kyushu’s citizens were extremely excited at the moment, they still kept their eyes on Ning Yi at all times.

Suddenly, a white door on Ning Yi’s right opened and then out walked someone who looked a bit familiar.

“Damn! Isn’t that the guy from India?”

“You can run into players from other countries? Wait, why does this guy look so ill‑intentioned?”

“Ning God put both wives inside the ‘Homestead.’ Could this guy be thinking Ning God is a noob and wants to make a move?”

“India is a pushover, but that lizard woman doesn’t look easy to mess with!”

“I watched India’s livestream before—this lizard woman is D+ in strength.”

“Ning God, be careful!”

“Shouldn’t Ning God be able to win?”

“Not sure.”

“Whatever that Indian says, don’t believe him!”

Sampudi’s sudden appearance truly startled Kyushu’s viewers.

Although Ning God had already received four rounds of strengthening and had previously killed a C+ Fishman Shaman, that was a sneak attack, not a face‑to‑face victory.

So they weren’t sure what Ning Yi’s current level really was.

Of course.

Ning Yi could also call out his two wives.

In that case, the lizard woman wouldn’t be worth worrying about.

But if India chose to launch a sneak attack and Ning Yi didn’t react in time and couldn’t beat the lizard woman…

Hiss!

The consequences would be unthinkable!

* * *

Compared to the somewhat anxious Kyushu viewers, the Indians were both excited and hesitant.

Excited because this was a chance to end Kyushu’s great momentum; hesitant because the odds of success weren’t high—after all, if Ning Yi called out his two wives, Sampudi would certainly fail.

So then, do they gamble or not?

“I know Chinese; I just went to Kyushu’s stream to take a look—those Kyushu people are panicking now!”

“They should panic, because Sampudi is about to end them!”

“Hahahaha, so they can feel fear?”

“I think we shouldn’t make a move.”

“Agreed, if he gets counter‑killed, the nation will face disaster!”

“Wanna bet? Bet that the Kyushu guy won’t call out those two pregnant wives.”

“Sampudi seems ready to act—look at his eyes, full of killing intent!”

“If he can kill that Kyushu guy, I’ll acknowledge him!”

“I’ve watched the Kyushu guy’s stream—he killed the C+ Fishman Shaman by ambush; that’s a dishonorable win—he’s definitely not a match for the lizard woman!”

“But what if the lizard woman can’t win?”

“Too late to worry now—Sampudi doesn’t know the Kyushu guy’s situation; he’s definitely going to act!”

The Indians argued wildly.

Of course, no matter how much they argued, they couldn’t influence Sampudi’s decision.

Thus.

The hawks were thrilled and excited.

While the doves… no, the cowards were very worried.

* * *

In the National Fate world on the other side.

From the instant Sampudi appeared, Ning Yi noticed it and system text also surfaced before his eyes:

[You have encountered a player from another country. You have unlocked the ‘Circle’ function. You can use the ‘Circle’ to trade items and chat with that player!]

[Note: Players may get along amicably, or be hostile to each other. Killing a player incurs no penalty!]

[Circle——]

[1/1]

[Name: ??? Country: ???]

Name and country not shown—because they aren’t acquainted yet?

Ning Yi closed the text and looked over with narrowed eyes.

His golden‑finger tip slowly floated up:

[Target: Human]

[Name: Sampudi]

[Affiliation: India]

[Strength: E−]

[Threat Level: Near zero]

[Friendliness: Hostile]

[This guy is extremely jealous of your sun‑god‑like dazzling looks and perfect physique and wants to kill you.]

India?

Hostile?

A cold smile tugged at Ning Yi’s lips and he looked past the Indian.

Because behind him stood a roughly two‑meter‑tall female monster with a lizard’s head and a human body.

Obviously, that was the backing that let the Indian show hostility.

[Target: Lizardfolk Warrior]

[Name: Lizard‑Hunt]

[Affiliation: India · Sampudi’s wife]

[Strength: D+]

[Threat Level: Low]

[Friendliness: Neutral]

[An utterly ordinary lizard warrior. Because the ritual earlier took less than three minutes, she is still confused and irritable.]

Less than three minutes for the ritual?

Ning Yi closed the info.

He glanced at the so‑called Sampudi with a slightly odd expression.

Premature?

“What country are you from?”

Sampudi suddenly spoke, “Do you understand me?”

He was, of course, speaking in Indian.

But for some reason, Ning Yi understood him.

Good grief—this National Fate game even comes with simultaneous interpretation?

“Kyushu.”

Ning Yi thought, ‘I understand. This game should have a built‑in translation function.’

“Kyushu… man?”

Visible disgust flashed across Sampudi’s face.

Most Indians dislike Kyushu people.

The reason, of course, is a war years ago—they were beaten to a pulp.

Naturally, they never admit it to others or themselves, only saying India won the war but, for the sake of peace, voluntarily withdrew.

“Then, Kyushu man, what’s with that corpse?”

He didn’t strike immediately, instead pointing at the Fishman Shaman’s corpse not far away.

“No idea.”

Ning Yi blinked, “It was already a corpse when I got here.”

“I see.”

Hearing that, Sampudi fully relaxed and said arrogantly, “Before you stands the mighty Indian—Sampudi. Kyushu man, you should have seen the game prompt; if you submit to me and offer food and water, you’ll have my friendship.”

Naturally he wouldn’t just kill the other guy—he urgently needed food and water now; if he killed him he wouldn’t be able to get them.

“Food and water?”

Ning Yi blinked, a thoughtful look flashing across his face.

Could it be this guy already polished off the free rations and water?

“My food and water are already gone.”

He shrugged.

“What? You too…”

Sampudi’s face twisted.

And that reaction just confirmed Ning Yi’s guess.

“I was just planning to roast that fishman and eat it. It’s meat, after all and looks like it only died recently.”

Ning Yi curled his lip inwardly, then pointed at the Fishman Shaman’s corpse.

“…”

Sampudi froze, then his expression cleared; viciously he said, “That corpse is mine now! Lizard‑Hunt, keep an eye on this Kyushu man—don’t let him run!”

With that, he strode toward the corpse.

His stomach was already rumbling.

Seeing this.

Ning Yi’s eye twitched slightly.

Good grief.

He’d only been testing the waters with an offhand remark—who knew this Indian really would eat a fishman!

And without a moment’s hesitation!

This… was decidedly heavy‑taste.

Respect—no wonder he could complete the ritual with a lizard person.

“Of course, it’s yours.”

Ning Yi nodded.

It’s rare to run into a player from another country—and a hostile one at that—how could he not have a little fun?

After all, in the National Fate world there wasn’t much entertainment besides doing the deed.

* * *

Outside.

Kyushu viewers wore odd expressions.

Because Ning Yi’s behavior was completely unexpected.

He didn’t become wary, nor did he take the initiative; instead… he seemed to be toying with Sampudi?

“Is Ning God a prankster?”

“No, Ning God must have noticed the Indian’s hostility.”

“Judging by Ning God’s look, he doesn’t seem nervous—meaning the lizard woman isn’t a concern?”

“Mm. Based on how cautious Ning God is toward enemies, he must feel neither of them can threaten him.”

“I can finally relax.”

“I’m dying—this Indian is being played like a fiddle!”

Compared to the reassured Kyushu viewers.

On the other side, the Indians flew into a rage from embarrassment when they saw Sampudi being toyed with by Ning Yi.