Apparently, the racial council is prepared for his demise. They can do without him for the era of conquest. It is another lesson in humility. He shouldn't think too highly of himself just because he is the child of the plane.
Soverick felt incredulous. He couldn't help but ask. "You would get rid of me just for a competition? A simple competition?"
He felt incredulous because this meeting was orchestrated by a world god to convince him to participate in a competition. He felt incredulous that the leader of the racial council is willing to use the support of the racial council to tempt him and convince him to participate in the competition. He felt incredulous that he is being threatened just because of a competition. To top it off, the competition is a simple matter to divide plots of land with a high concentration of Origin energy.
The world god's voice turned cold. "It is not a simple competition. You might be blind not to see it but are you so dumb as to believe that I went through all this as easy as it was for me to do, just for a "simple competition" as you have so put it?"
He felt the full force of the wrath of the first sage on his psych. The white world felt suffocating all of a sudden. He fell to his knees gasping for breath that he doesn't need or want but isn't available. He suddenly became a mortal with a head-splitting headache and with no air to breathe. He felt at that moment that he could die here and in fact, he may be dying currently. He doesn't know if he is dying. He just knows he feels bad.
"Oh my. Sorry for that. I might have overestimated your abilities. Sometimes I forget that full Origin gods are still like ants compared to a world god. You're not even a full Origin god." The sage said after noticing his bad situation.
The feeling of approaching death subsided quickly after that. Soverick accepted the apology that felt like an insult wordlessly. He felt awe more than fear. They are miles apart in time and space yet the first sage can still hurt him enough to kill him. He shook himself off and stood back up. The world god continued talking without a care for his feeling.
"It is not a simple competition and neither are you a simple individual. It is the first of its kind and it requires the famed child of the plane to attend it. It will take place every 10,000 years but you don't need to attend the rest. Not to worry though, we won't try to kill you if you refuse not to go. We just won't give you any support. But there's no need for that now since you have decided to participate. I will be expecting you to win. It will be a shame if you don't win the competition. Then everyone will wonder what makes you special."
Soverick listened silently. His body is still shaking but he made sure to observe and listen as much as he can.
"Do you have anything to ask me?" The first sage asked him after he was done talking.
Soverick considered his situation. He doesn't want to participate in the competition at all now that he knows that it is very important but he can't refuse now. He doesn't know what the first sage can do to his mind. So he decided to get a guarantee before he can participate.
"I will participate but I want you to guarantee that you will protect me and prevent me from getting harmed."
The eye laughed. "I see. You want a guarantee of safety. I suppose I deserve that. You don't have any reason to trust me. Some world gods might be offended that you bothered to ask but I will indulge you."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. I can't do what you asked for. It is a competition and it will involve a lot of fighting. Anything can be harmful to you and they can't all be prevented. You have to be more specific."
Soverick changed his request. "I want you to promise that I won't die during the competition."
The first sage sighed. "Unfortunately I can't do that. Anything is possible. I want you to know that according to the plans for the competition, there will be no death. The resurrection of Origin gods will be mimicked on the competition ground. Even then, a promise that you won't die is beyond me."
"Then what can you offer me as a guarantee for protection?" Soverick asked while trying to keep down the anger in his voice.
"I can guarantee that I won't kill you or capture you and that none of the world gods of the Virut plane will do that to you during the competition. You will be safe during the competition and you will not be harmed by a world god or origin god during the competition. Then you will be released back to the plane immediately after the competition is completed. The racial council will continue to try its best to protect you even after the competition for as long as you're the child of the plane. How about that?"
Soverick nodded. "That sounds agreeable. I'll attend the competition."
"That is good to hear. Do you have any other requests?"
He shook his head in reply to the question.
The sage said, "Now to end this wonderful meeting. Goodbye, Soverick Ghastorix. And I wish you good luck in the competition. I hope you win it then you will get to ask me for anything you want."
The white world cracked after that and began to disappear. Soverick's consciousness was being ejected from this meta world but he refused to leave. He grabbed hold of the fleeting strings of data that made up the white world. They are incredibly slippery to get a hold of so he had to flounder and grip them with all the mental strength that he can muster. Even then, he failed in staying there and was expelled.