Who the heck are you to challenge Dobinki's students? Flaunting your wealth, hmph!?
The bystanders and both competitors were filled with endless questions, but upon seeing the Death Star Pass hanging from Ange's chest, all doubts were involuntarily swallowed down.
Doubting the Old Witch's guest? Not a good idea, right? What if she holds a grudge against us? We'll end up scrubbing toilets all day!
Ange didn't give a hoot about what others thought, he just wanted to play this game. He pushed the Demon Crystal into the slot, studied it a bit, and figured out how to start it. He fed in a bit of Magic Power to activate the Simulated Magic Formation.
Swish, the well-kept farmland vanished, replacing it was a plot of untouched wasteland with fluctuating numbers displaying years, months, days, seasons, temperature, humidity, rainfall, and other data.