The next day, exactly 24 hours later, they gathered to compare their donation results.
Apparently, some of Kenji's vassel fans had submitted questionable and outrageous requests to Raisa.
Despite that, the final results were in Kenji's favor.
He had earned 2 million in donations, while Raisa came close at 1.8 million—a narrow difference.
"I want more time!" Raisa protested.
But Kenji shook his head. "Nope. A deal's a deal—and I won."
He could tell that if they extended the time, Raisa would definitely catch up and beat him.
Raisa pouted. "So… what's your wish, then?"
"Hmm... maybe I'll save it for later," Kenji replied with a mischievous grin.
A shiver ran down Raisa's spine. "You're not gonna ask for something weird, right?"
"Of course not," Kenji said smoothly.
They returned to playing on the beach, so focused on each other that even when asked to socialize, Kenji and Raisa were too wrapped up in their own little world.
They didn't even bother getting to know the other participants…
…until the first contest day arrived, four days later.
When they drew numbers, they got 10 and 11—meaning they'd perform back-to-back on the same day.
It was perfect.
That meant after their performance, they could spend the rest of the day playing on the beach again, enjoying all the facilities together.
After waiting for a while in the lounge, it was finally Raisa's turn to perform.
She walked down the runway like a seasoned model.
Cameras clicked wildly, and tens of thousands of eyes followed her every move.
At the halfway point, surrounded by flashing lenses and intense stares, she began her transformation—
Her form shimmered and shifted into Miranda, clad in a stylish Korean male outfit that radiated pure charm.
It wasn't just the guys who were left stunned—
Even several women found themselves momentarily captivated by the aura of cool masculinity hidden within her beauty.
The moment she stood at center stage, the cameras began flashing non-stop from all angles.
With a calm yet confident motion, Miranda summoned AK-203 and two mini drones.
Then, to everyone's surprise, she stepped onto the drones and lifted off the ground.
Though the airtime was short, Miranda used it wisely.
With grace and presence, she displayed just how useful and dynamic the drones could be in a performance.
As she soared above the crowd, her body began to glow once more—
Miranda vanished, and in her place emerged Ranita, adorned in a daringly seductive outfit.
The design was both elegant and alluring, revealing just enough to draw gazes and stir whispers.
A teasing neckline and provocative fabric caused a few men in the crowd to visibly gulp, their jaws hanging just a little too low.
After gracefully landing back on the ground, Ranita raised her hand, summoning two women.
They appeared from a misty green portal—ethereal and eerily beautiful, with pale but flawless skin, long silver hair, and eyes glowing faintly with undead energy.
Despite their status as zombies, their appearances were hauntingly human—as if frozen in time before death could ever touch their beauty.
With synchronized grace, the two undead ladies formed a throne, interlocking their bodies and magic into an elegant yet surreal seat adorned with mystical vines and ghostly ornaments.
Ranita stepped forward and sat on the throne like a queen, her legs crossed, chin raised.
Then, with a soft whisper, she summoned a third figure—
Another beautiful undead woman, this one draped in a shimmering green gown, her body glowing faintly with poison magic. Her smile was sweet, yet dangerous.
The poison aura around her fingertips shimmered as she danced lightly in front of Ranita.
With a delicate gesture, she traced glowing letters into the air using her magic:
"Please Support Raisa."
The words hung above Ranita, glowing like an enchantment cast for the crowd's hearts.
After her stunning performance, Ranita gently descended back onto the stage. As her feet touched the ground, her alluring aura slowly faded. In a shimmer of soft light, she gracefully transformed back into Raisa.
With a poised smile, Raisa bowed respectfully to the audience, accepting the thunderous applause that filled the arena, then walked elegantly backstage.
Soon after, it was Kenji's turn to perform.
With steady steps, he walked to the center of the stage, his body suddenly enveloped in a golden glow. A fierce and powerful aura surged from him as he transformed into Hercoles—a towering figure of muscle and might, radiating the savage presence of a lion ready to roar.
The crowd erupted in cheers as the aura of strength and bravery filled the arena.
But the performance didn't end there. Hercoles's body shone once again and shifted into the form of Thor—the god of thunder, now wielding a massive hammer spinning with electrifying precision.
Kenji showcased a mesmerizing hammer display, sending bolts of lightning dancing through the air. Then, with one powerful throw into the sky, a burst of lightning exploded into glowing words above the stage:
"Please Support Kenji "
The audience roared in excitement as streaks of light circled the arena, adding drama and energy to the final act.
After both Raisa and Kenji finished their performances, a murmur began to spread through the crowd. Spectators, reporters, even a few politicians started whispering among themselves, eyes narrowing as if trying to recall a distant memory.
"Wait a second..." someone muttered.
"Aren't those two... Raisa and Kenji? The ones from the VWorldVassel challenge?"
Another voice chimed in excitedly,
"Yes! That's them! I knew they looked familiar."
A nearby fan burst out laughing,
"Did you make a bet back then? I did! I asked for Raisa to sniff Kenji's armpit while he was in his Hercoles form! Bahaha!"
A group of onlookers gasped in disbelief, some laughing, some grimacing.
"Ugh, you think that's weird?" another replied, shaking their head.
"Someone went all out and asked them to get married and have a baby on stream."
Amid the slightly chaotic atmosphere stirred by the unexpected presence of Raisa and Kenji in the contest, one man remained calm and observant—a young prince seated quietly in a corner.
He didn't seem particularly interested in the aesthetics of Raisa's Vassel form. Instead, his gaze was focused—intently studying her sheer power.
George Waforce, the third prince of a sizeable kingdom, was not like the other nobles. He wasn't here to gawk or gossip—he was searching for allies. Or more accurately, for protection.
He was often referred to as the "Broken Prince." Not because he had lost a limb or was blind or deaf—but because every Vassel he had ever awakened was somehow defective. One might be missing a leg, another blind in both eyes.
He knew this because at that very moment, he was using one of his own Vassels. Though the Vassel was blind, it possessed a rare ability: it could perceive the strength of other Vassels through color.
It saw white as the weakest, followed by green, blue, yellow, red, and finally gold, the mark of unmatched power.
When it looked at Kenji's Vassel, it shone with a brilliant gold aura, which immediately caught Prince George's attention. However, when the Vassel turned to Raisa's Vassel, there was no color at all—just emptiness.
It was puzzling. That could mean one of two things: either the Vassel was so weak it didn't register at all... or it was something far beyond the Vassel's ability to comprehend.
But what truly intrigued him wasn't just the aura—it was the blessings. Both Raisa and Kenji's Vassels displayed two blessings each, something exceedingly rare.
Most Vassels were only born with one blessing. Having two was already enough to make a Vassel famous, even across star systems.
Vassels with more than two blessings were nearly mythical—so rare that they were often believed to dwell thousands of light-years away, beyond the known territories of human civilization.
Prince George Waforce, a member of the royal family who had long been suppressed by his older and younger siblings, felt an urgent need to get to know the two mysterious contestants—especially since they seemed to share a close bond.
He no longer paid attention to the contest.
Instead, he quietly made his way backstage in search of Raisa and Kenji. To his luck, he spotted Ms. Yumi and Sakura, who, to his surprise, turned out to be Raisa's mother.
With calm politeness, Prince George Waforce expressed his desire to meet the two.
Sakura, unaware of any reason to be suspicious, agreed and led him toward the beach—where Raisa and Kenji were swimming and playing near the shore. Though they were trying to fish with a homemade rod, every time they cast the line, the waves pushed it back.
Just as another wave rolled in, a gentle voice called out behind them:
"Hello. Allow me to introduce myself—I'm George Waforce."
Raisa and Kenji immediately paused. As they turned, they saw a well-dressed young man with a gentle, calming smile standing beside them.
Kenji instinctively stepped forward, slightly in front of Raisa, as if shielding her.
"I'm Kenji, and she's Raisa," he said cautiously.
George let out a light chuckle.
"May I speak with you both… privately?"