Quest Objectives Complete!
¨ Conquer Fort Sobaka – [Complete!]
I ignored the Quest completions which told me that Erzili was most likely doing something right in the Hlahan Lands and focused instead on the stage in front of me. It was a proper stage, with elevated staircases doubling as chairs, centerpiece chalk dividing one half of the stage from the other. Several hundred AAA soldiers were already seated, eagerly awaiting the start of the PvP. Those from the Lance Brigade and those from elsewhere. I overheard some betting, making wagers as to whether “Sophos’ Blood” or the “Half-Alhamisian Bastard” would win the fight.
Well, that’s rude.
Not a lot of people were in support of me because it got out that I, or rather Neo, was half Marisian. I couldn’t blame them. If what Erzili told me about the Marisians being overly religious zealots were true, there was bound to be some bad blood. Several sneers were shot in my direction, along with one or two people ‘accidentally’ spitting in my path. Of course, watching them back away when I grinned at the audacity was something that I didn’t think I would tire of anytime soon.
There are seriously a lot of people.
The sheer number of people present was going to make it difficult to truly go all out or make things even harder for me to hide what I was capable of. I’d taken on Neo Saintarelli’s form and I possessed his skills and abilities, all of that was true, but I also possessed my skills and abilities – the skills of a Tier 5 Nightmare named Janus. [Herculean Strength], [Barbeast Armor] and [Cheetah Sprint] alone were capable of making me vastly superior to the average human in the strength, resilience and speed department. These were passive skills meaning I couldn’t turn them off. My titles [Merciless] and [Genocidal] made me far stronger overall due to how they all stacked. [Genocidal] made me more resilient against attacks from humans, and [Merciless] guaranteed that as long as I inflicted even the tiniest debilitation, all my attacks would multiply in damage.
As it stood, it would be harder for me to not kill my opponent than the inverse.
“Hey Neo! I’m rooting for you man!”
“Yeah! Neo! Take her down a peg!”
“Strip the bitch down and show her whose boss!”
“Yeah! Yeah! Give us a good show Saintarelli!”
Mosh Pit Beta was centered down in the earth and required me to descend the stairway to reach the center of the large ring and enter my side. I estimated it to be at least the typical length and width of a football field. It might have well been a football field in a stadium, the only difference being that the ground was mud instead of grass, and there were no goals on either end.
My opponent was already standing at the other end, stretching in her AAA uniform. Electric blue eyes locked upon me, but yet, not on me. Juma hadn’t been kidding when he said that she was used to not meeting the gaze of those she believed were beneath her.
“I’m surprised you had the presence of mind to come.”
“Oh, verbal foreplay? I’m honored, but typically, shouldn’t it be the man’s job to lead?”
There was some laughter from the audience, whereas Sophia fumed in place.
“You swine –!”
Stepping in between us was a person I assumed was to be the referee. A female Cadet with dark brown hair. “Terms of PvP?”
Sophia glanced at me, before speaking. “Winner takes all.”
Mutters and whispers shot throughout the crowd. The ref rose a sharp brow. I frowned immediately. “Winner takes all?”
“The party has agreed. Terms have been set.”
“Whoa hold on, I haven’t agreed to anything. I was asking –”
“You’re an AAA Recruit and you don’t know the terms of PvP?”
I clamped my lips shut. “Of course I do.” Rapidly, I checked Neo’s memories. Winner Takes All – a PvP condition where the winner takes…-all.
“That’s rather simple…?”
“Hahaha! Saintarelli is chickening out!”
“Must be that cowardly Marisian blood showing.”
“Boo! You’ve already agreed!”
“Yeah! We wanna see a good show!”
“Winner takes all!”
“Winner takes all! Winner takes all! Winner takes all!”
The ref shook her head, gesturing the crowd to calm down. “You provided verbal confirmation of the terms. I can only change the terms if both parties agree on a change.”
I gave Sophia a dry look. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
“These terms suit me just fine. A lesson is needed to properly instill it into the minds as to what happens when you speak up against your betters.”
“The terms have been set. PvP – Winner Takes All. Maiming is allowed, and the fight only ends when one combatant’s health meter hits zero.”
Really?
“That would mean death.”
The ref frowned at me. “We have Clerics that can cast [Resurrect] and [Revive]. It’s fine as long as you don’t completely grind each other to dust.”
Clerics that can cast what?
Neo’s memories filled in the rest of the information. People could be brought back from the dead, by individuals known as Clerics, who chose one of the Nine as their patron deity. This could only be done under three circumstances: if the time of death did not exceed nine hours if the person’s body was left intact enough to survive being brought back, and if the person had not been killed by –
A Demiurge.
“PvP – Set, ready –”
Goddamn it.
Godscript Notification!
You have initiated a PvP battle against Sophia Alphaphilia.
PvP
Terms: [Winner Takes All].
Winner Gets: [Contents of Inventory, Weapons, Spells, Personal Belongings, Relics, Artefacts, Independence, Bodily Autonomy, and Free Will] of the loser.
Loser Gets: [Owned]
Victory Conditions: [Opponent’s Health hits 0]
What the fuck?
PvP Commencing!
“Battle commence!”
Seventh Sense – Incoming!
A straight headlong charge at me was the type of strategy that almost had me cursing my breath in irritation. “Prepare to meet your –”
“This. Is. Alamir!”
A spartan kick. Straight, with the full force of
