My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 60 --You Done Showing Off Yet?!

Faced with the crowd’s accusations and provocations, Joad casually brushed his hair back and sneered, "Anyone can run their mouth. You’re all so cocky now—just wait, you’ll be crying soon enough."

"One minute you’re acting like Leit’s nothing special. But I’d bet my life that not only would none of you stand a chance in a real fight with him—even if all of you ganged up on him at once, you couldn’t so much as scratch him. Hell, you wouldn’t even be able to break a single one of his magic arrays!"

His words were like a boulder crashing into a still lake—sparking a thousand furious ripples.

Every young elite present was visibly trembling with anger, veins bulging and teeth grinding in rage.

Who in the world could be this arrogant?

Leit was just one person. Not some god! And yet this punk dared to say that even with all of them together, they couldn’t break his magic array?

If you’re going to talk nonsense, at least try to be somewhat realistic!

The First Prince, Belzebuth, was already on the brink of exploding. Clark’s fists were clenched so tightly, his knuckles cracked audibly.

Count Greypine’s son bit down so hard he almost snapped a tooth, and the wine glass in his hand shattered into shards.

He regretted it—regretted that the only thing he broke was the glass... and not Joad’s head.

Finally, Clark couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped forward and barked, "Then tell me—where is Leit right now?! I don’t buy a single word of your crap. Just how strong can one man possibly be, for a nobody like you to brag this hard?!"

His challenge didn’t come out of nowhere.

Clark studied at the renowned Pearl Array Academy, an elite institution whose reputation rested on the power and prestige of its magic arrays.

Students from Pearl Array Academy were supposed to be admired and revered wherever they went.

That is—until Leit appeared.

Ever since that genius monster emerged from Ilan, everything changed.

No matter how intricate or sophisticated the arrays Clark and his peers designed, people always compared them to Leit’s work.

And time and time again, the conclusion was the same: Leit’s arrays were just... better.

It happened so often that over the years, resentment piled up in Clark’s heart like sediment at the bottom of a stagnant well.

And now, Joad’s shameless worship of Leit—and his open mockery of Luminous Pearl Kingdom’s best and brightest—was the last straw.

No one with even a shred of pride could sit back and take that.

Joad grinned broadly, his eyes gleaming as he scanned the crowd. Then he turned back to Clark and said cheerfully, "Senior Leit? Oh, he’s just up behind the villa on the back hill. If you’ve got the guts, go meet him. I promise—he’ll beat every last one of you into swollen pigheads."

"Outrageous!"

"You done showing off yet?!"

"To the back hill! If I don’t leave Leit crippled by tonight, I’m not human!"

A roaring mob surged out of the side hall, a wave of fury and bravado. They chanted threats and vows, eyes burning with the promise of vengeance.

Joad marched at the front like an enthusiastic tour guide, as if worried they might not find Leit on their own.

Ivy started to panic. She wanted to contact her family elders to intervene, but the family butler subtly gave her a warning glance, silently telling the young miss to stay out of it.

Meanwhile, Baphomet, walking beside Joad, leaned over with a hint of concern. "Hey, Joad... shouldn’t we maybe give Leit a heads-up? I mean, I know he’s strong and all, but... look at this crowd."

He turned to glance behind them—and his eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

"There’s way too many of them. I’m just afraid he might get overwhelmed."

"No worries." Joad waved it off like it was nothing. "This number? Senior Leit probably won’t even notice them."

Baphomet gave a helpless laugh. "You really trust this senior of yours that much?"

"Even if he wins, have you thought about what might happen afterward?" he added seriously. "These people are supposed to be the future pillars of the Luminous Pearl Kingdom. A fight like this... accidents can happen. What if someone gets seriously hurt?"

Joad suddenly chuckled and looked at Baphomet with a meaningful expression.

"Aren’t you hoping there’ll be fewer of them anyway?"

"Huh?" Baphomet’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as he raised his head to meet Joad’s gaze.

"The enemy of your enemy... is your friend," Joad said quietly.

"You don’t get along with your big brother, right? And Senior Leit is about to thrash everyone who supports him."

"So in a way... he’s helping you."

"Tell me I’m wrong."

"I—" For the first time, Baphomet was truly speechless.

He gave a dry laugh and sighed, "You’re not wrong... You’re absolutely right."

"But since you’re doing this, does that mean... you’re taking my side?"

Joad shook his head. "I don’t really care about your kingdom’s internal drama."

"But between you and that arrogant first prince, I find you a lot more pleasant to look at."

"Besides..."

Joad’s smile suddenly turned cold. "Even if Senior Leit really does injure some of them, do you honestly think your kingdom would dare cause trouble for him? Or for Ilan Royal Academy?"

Baphomet paused, eyes narrowing as he began to understand where Joad’s confidence came from.

Not long ago, the news that Lena, daughter of Ilan Royal Academy’s headmaster Simar, had become an apprentice to Duke Blazefury of the Pyrothian Kingdom had spread like wildfire through Luminous Pearl Kingdom.

The announcement alone had shaken the kingdom to its core.

But Ilan didn’t rely on Lena alone.

Leit—who had already become famous at a young age—was also expected to head to the Pyrothian Kingdom in the future to continue his advancement.

With such powerful affiliations, who would dare mess with Ilan?

Even these young hotheads now yelling about how they’d teach Leit a lesson would be forced to tuck their tails between their legs when the time came.

Truthfully, Joad hadn’t planned to cause such a scene.

But they’d pushed him too far.

He knew this would damage his reputation.

In the mouths of the kingdom’s gossipers, he’d likely be painted as a despicable toady—someone who bullied others while hiding behind stronger allies.

But Joad didn’t care.

Reputation? If it’s lost, so be it.

His real purpose wasn’t about pride—it was about making sure the Pyrothian Kingdom’s observers saw Leit’s true power.

Though most of the attendees at this Nova Banquet were elite youths from the Luminous Pearl Kingdom, the real organizers... were the Pyrothian Kingdom’s envoys.

Joad had already sensed their presence earlier in the banquet—sharp, assessing eyes hidden within the crowd.

Clearly, the organizers had chosen not to show themselves openly. Instead, they blended into the festivities, watching silently from the shadows—disguised, but observant.

That’s why Joad stirred the pot.

He wanted them to witness the full power of Leit—the genius array mage whose mana affinity had already reached Level 7.

This wasn’t just showboating.

It was necessary exposure.

These days, even monstrous talent can go unnoticed without the right spotlight.

And Leit—a prodigy like no other—deserved to be seen.

So for Leit’s future... Joad was willing to take the gamble.

Before long, the crowd reached the mountaintop behind the villa.

Standing vigil nearby was Harvey.

The moment he saw such a massive group approaching, his expression tensed in alarm. He was about to step forward and question them—until he noticed his younger brother, Joad, leading the charge.

Joad, at the very front of the mob.

Harvey fell silent immediately, choosing instead to observe quietly.

What the hell was his little brother up to this time?