The Dungeon Master's
Chapter 223 - PvP Preliminary
After my victory against Miyamoto, I have now been confirmed to enter the quarter-finals or qualify as the 8 best players in the world in terms of PvP.
I immediately came out of the capsule and saw my name clearly displayed all over the hologram screen.
"Damn it...." I complained in a pretty good voice.
But without my guessing, someone managed to hear my grievance.
"Consider your victory, Erik. Despite failing to enter the quarter-finals, but I've been included in the 16 strongest players in the world." Miyamoto said as he approached me.
He seemed to stretch out his hand as if he wanted to shake hands.
"I don't accept this victory." I replied with an annoyed face while trying to avoid eye contact with Miyamoto.
"Then let's fight again in the next competition. You can also challenge me as much as you want in the game world. Just tell Luna to pick you up." Miyamoto replied with a pretty big smile.
I never thought....
Despite losing in such a terrible way, he was still able to smile broadly at his opponent.
'If I were in his position.... What am I gonna do? Ah.... Maybe I'll get mad. I think I should improve my attitude even more. Wasn't he willing to accept his defeat? Then what am I doing?'
After being silent for a while, I immediately shook Miyamoto's hand firmly while smiling as widely as possible.
"Well! I'll beat you again in the next game! And next again!"
"Good answer Erik!"
The entire audience also seemed to clap their hands very lively to see the two people who had previously fought so fiercely now look so familiar.
Even the host appeared to be blurting out various sentences praising the level of sportsmanship of both of us.
But ignoring that, I dared myself to ask Miyamoto again.
"On contacting Luna to meet with you Rebellions, is that okay? I mean, aren't I just an outsider to your group?" I asked as I continued to wave at the audience.
"Ah about that? Take it easy, since the Leviathan incident, we will always welcome you. Even Angie seems desperate to fight you again hahaha. Honestly about Luna...."
Miyamoto still continued to wave his hand towards the audience until he finally started whispering something to me.
Hearing what Miyamoto whispered, I opened my eyes wide and stopped the wave of my hand. Even I immediately turned to Miyamoto to find out the truth.
But it's unfortunate....
Miyamoto smiled as he closed his eyes as usual. However, his smile this time seemed so irritating and irritating.
I immediately removed the automatic translation tool that was installed in my left ear from the beginning, as if I did not believe the translation results given.
"I spik inglish litel. You say true?" I asked the English I speak the most. Of course with a serious face because of curiosity about Miyamoto's statement just now.
However, hearing my words Miyamoto actually laughed out loud. It was not enough to get there, he even beat his own thighs many times because he could not help laughing because of my words.
Miyamoto also took off his translation device and immediately spoke to me.
"Your English is terrible. Speak in indonesian. I learned a little bit about it while on vacation there." Miyamoto replied with a very mocking smile.
"Huh?! Then what was all my suffering for just now?!"
...***...
On the other side....
The figure of a woman with a fairly small body appears to be walking next to a large-bodied man.
Despite having to face his own country, both players appear to be professional. This fight will determine who of them deserves to advance to the quarter-finals.
"You need to know I won't budge on you even if you beg, Elin." Say Ilham while glancing at the woman beside him.
After standing on the stage, the host immediately spoke so livelyly.
"And here! The final battle in the preliminary round to get the 8 best players in the world will be done! Who will win and enter the quarter-finals?!
Is it a graceful Wooden Elf with her dagger skills? Or a man with a very thick armor? To both players, we invite you to enter the game world!"
Elin and Ilham immediately obeyed the words of the host.
They have both entered the virtual world to fight for the title as the best 8th ranked player in the world in PvP.
On one of the giant hologram screens on the stage, there was a virtual world scene that would be the location of their fight.
The fastest dagger battle seen by everyone during this competition, against the most sturdy shield the world has ever known.
Among these two, who will win?
...***...
...Player Waiting Room...
'Lunches!'
I opened the door to rest while watching the fight between Elin and Ilham. Honestly, I'm not sure Elin can break through the defense of Ilham.
The reason, Ilham has a defense ability that can be said to be like a monster after joining the Angie group.
It has a Unique Passive Skill that allows it to reduce all damage received by 3,000 points. Therefore, a small-damaged attack was extremely unlikely to break through his defense.
Even that without taking into account his high Defense status.
Whereas Elin after turning into a Wooden Elf had lost 40% of her Strength Status. It certainly lowers the attacking power of Elin in exchange for the speed he obtained.
At the time I was still focusing on watching the broadcast on this waiting room TV while sitting back....
'Kleks....'
Someone seemed to open the door of this spacious room.
By the time I turned to see who was coming in, I couldn't believe my own eyes.
The figure of a woman who impressed quite wild with long blonde hair tied with a cepol style that looks disheveled.
"Hmm? Erik?" Said the woman while slightly widening her eyes.
He immediately walked up and sat down on one of the seats to watch the match.
"A-Angie?! Is this really you?!" I was shocked to see Angie in the real world. If it wasn't for the identification card he was wearing, then I would never know.
"Something is wrong?" He asked casually while continuing to watch the broadcast on TV.
"Erik, who do you think will win?" Angie asked immediately after opening the canned drink she had brought.
"Honestly.... I think Inspiration will win."
'Lark! Glacier!'
Immediately after those few gulps, Angie spoke back in response to me.
"Hm.... I thought you'd support your own wife. But you seem to be a realistic guy, right? I agree with you. In this fight, the assassin will not be able to defeat Ilham. Even more so with such a battleground...."
In the end, the two of us sat together while watching this imminent fight.
A fight....
What to do in the thick snowy mountains.