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Chapter 130 - 34: The Great Chaotic Battle

Chapter 130: Chapter 34: The Great Chaotic Battle

Olin City, Great Arena.

The Spartans were hosting a military competition here, which attracted a large number of mercenaries to participate.

After all, the reward for first place was as high as 1000 pounds.

In addition, mercenaries who performed well in the competition would be exceptionally recruited into the Spartan Mercenary team, and would join the forces that guarded Olin City.

For mercenaries who constantly risked their lives, a nine-to-five job with a stable income like the city guard was exactly the dream job they longed for.

Therefore, the number of people who registered for the first time exceeded twenty thousand.

As the saying goes, with thousands of participants, the arena certainly could not accommodate so many people.

The Mage Association of Olin City solved this problem: they brought in a demigod from the Dream School who set up a large-scale dream capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people fighting together.

In the Dream, anyone could freely slaughter without causing actual harm to others. The consciousness of those killed would simply be expelled from the Dream, safely returning to their original bodies.

"It’s an astounding miracle," City Lord Apilius exclaimed, standing at the mountain’s peak in the Dream.

In his view, the land below had rivers and forests, as well as plains and wilderness, marshes and hills; it could be said to cover most of the terrains of the Balkan Peninsula.

An excellent virtual battlefield for combat tests.

"This is modeled after the legendary Heavenly Mountain," the demigod from the Dream School said, "Heavenly Mountain is the eternal paradise for all creatures in this world, where every species can find an environment suitable for their dwelling."

"Sadly, 25 ancient books that seal the fragments of Heavenly Mountain have mostly been lost," he sighed regretfully.

"Your missing personnel from the East Asia Branch should have been found by now, right?" Apilius asked.

"They have been found," the demigod replied, "by searching the Subconscious Ocean, we could approximately pinpoint their location at the bottom of the Black Sea."

"After salvaging the bodies, it’s clear that the wounds were caused by longswords and bullets, but they had been soaked in seawater for too long, and we couldn’t determine more information."

"From the few remaining fragments of consciousness, these individuals seemed to have discovered fragments of Heavenly Mountain but didn’t report immediately to the headquarters."

"Their selfishness cost them their lives, leading to the headquarters noticing anomalies when these individuals had long been dead, making it nearly impossible to extract any clues about the murderer from the deceased’s consciousness."

Apilius nodded solemnly and stayed silent.

When one dies, their Super Self sinks into the collective subconscious ocean, quickly assimilating, leaving only the deepest memories driven by strong obsession.

If it is a high-rank Spirituality adept, perhaps they could still move within this memory fragment, pretending to be still alive.

Listening to the demigod, the most profound memory of these deceased East Branch members was clearly not "being killed" but rather "obtaining the Heavenly Mountain Fragment."

Hence, Dream Heaven headquarters only knew they were killed because of the Heavenly Mountain Fragment, but they couldn’t identify the murderer.

This case was bound to become an unsolved murder.

"Oh, the competition has started," he said, looking down at the sporadic crowd being teleported in.

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Aske was teleported in.

As a warrior previously selected by the Spartans, his purpose in joining the competition wasn’t to advance but to take out strong competitors.

In this type of free-for-all battle, although it certainly tested the participants’ true capabilities, it also diminished the fairness of the competition.

For example, if the combat power of a "normal person" was 5 and that of a "strong person" was 50, unfortunately, just after being teleported, the "strong person" encountered a "super strong person" with a combat power of 100.

The result was an instant defeat; such an instant kill didn’t reflect the defeated’s true level of strength. Thus, the "strong person" with a combat power of 50 could be eliminated first, while those lucky "normal people" with a power of 5 might survive longer.

Moreover, in the struggle for the top ranks, "super strong persons" would undoubtedly embark on a ruthless killing spree, eliminating everyone, be it the "strong person" with 50 or the "normal person" with 5 combat power, leading to the elimination of most "strong persons," which contradicted the initial purpose of the competition—selecting outstanding warriors on a large scale.

The role Aske played was to eliminate those who accrued more than 10 kills, to prevent any "super strong person" from gaining an overwhelming advantage and mass slaughtering those "strong persons" who might have been selected.

Of course, those eliminated early by Aske, whether "super strong persons" or "strong persons," were scored based on their response and performance under his attack and the time they managed to withstand.

As for those unfortunate enough to get eliminated before making it on Aske’s hunting list, perhaps running into a "super strong person" inadvertently, there was nothing to be done.

The final ranking was based on a point system, not the luck-dependent rule of "whoever survives until the end wins."

The participants unanimously agreed with this rule—otherwise, if someone hid in a hole and only emerged at the end of the melee to pick off the survivors, wouldn’t that just be infuriatingly cheap?

Aske, carrying his longsword, had just reached a hillside when he spotted two competitors talking below.

"Listen, I heard that if you get more than 10 kills, a Spartan will specifically come to snipe you."

"The sniping lasts for 1 minute. If you survive that minute, the Spartan will withdraw, and you won’t face another sniping round until you reach 20 kills."

"Let’s get our kill count to 9, then find a good spot to defend or escape, keep moving until we encounter an enemy, raise our kill count to 10, and then immediately prepare to deal with the sniping."

"Eh? I have a better idea," another person said, "If your kill count reaches 10 and mine doesn’t, then by the rules, the Spartan will only attack you, right? Couldn’t I help you by attacking the Spartan?"

"Spartans won’t initiate an attack on those who haven’t reached the necessary Slaughter Value," said a voice from the hill, causing the two competitors to look up to see Aske, hand on his sword, looking down at them from above.

"But of course, if attacked, then I can certainly retaliate," he stated.

"Our Slaughter Value is still 0!" both competitors quickly raised their hands to show.

"Of course, I’m just reminding you of the rules," Aske nodded.

Upon hearing this, as if granted a reprieve, the two competitors scrambled away in a hurry.

Aske gazed into the distance, thinking that the chaotic battle staged by Olin City was somewhat reminiscent of the arena mode in a video game from his previous life.

Just as he was thinking this, a transmission came through the headphones.

"Coordinates X32530, Y21215, a target has appeared."

Oh, has someone already reached a Slaughter Value of 10?