“May I ask you something, Your Majesty?” Kubera tilted his head. “Yes, little jewel, go ahead.” “Why do you want us to compete in this Tournament? What do you win?” “I win a story,” said Kubera, smiling slowly. “And that treasure is infinite and will change and grow wings. The world is entering a new age. After this game, there will never again be a Tournament of Wishes. The Otherworld will close its portals. It will smile at the human realm, but nothing will pass its lips. Those who play our Tournament and live to tell the tale will let us breathe in that new age. With a tale, we will not
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