Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 199: The coward's self-risk management is unmatched! (4.1k)

Since the sniper scope observes the "coordinates" in the second mode, the movement of one's position will not have any impact on the content.

After confirming that all the conventional techniques in the dimensional interlayer were activated normally, Sunday placed his pupils close to the sniper scope with countless tiny lines engraved on the edge.

Then, I got a completely unexpected answer.

——Randkiel’s appearance did not change at all.

Even the sheen of the armor has hardly changed.

Sunday's thoughts were still for a moment, and then she realized that she seemed to have done the first wrong thing since coming to the Martial God Festival.

This was because even an ordinary legendary figure would not be able to remain unscathed by his shot.

This was not her own conjecture, but was obtained by taking the average value of the experimental data under the same conditions many times by the cult.

What to do now?
Oh, do you still need to think?

In the dimensional interlayer, Sunday immediately put the sniper rifle in her hand back into her magic pocket, and then without hesitation used spiritual essence to activate the chess piece embedded in her chest.

So, at the moment when the martial arts will just arrived at the dimensional interlayer and discovered it, the white chess piece on Sunday's chest, which was still of [ordinary] quality, shone brightly.

——On Sunday, choose to complete the audition with a [Normal] quality chess piece with a completeness of 100% and an evolution degree of 92%!
"It turns out to be the peeping Tom who followed me before... Hey, he ran so far."

Yuan Qingzhuo was thinking this as he was concentrating his martial arts will in other directions and preparing to say hello to Sunday.

However, he was shocked to find that the dimensional layer that was hidden so well that almost no one could influence it disappeared without any warning right under his watch.

"Ok?"

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was far away in the royal city, was stunned for a moment - because he did not feel any spiritual fluctuations or ripples left by the space transfer.

"Disappeared?"

If ordinary means were used to move it, it would be impossible for it not to be discovered under the cover of Yuan Qingzhuo's martial arts will.

But the reality was that the guy who attacked him outside the royal city disappeared right under his nose.

Could it be that.

"No, just ran away like that?"

——The other party chose to end the audition.

Such an unbelievable thought emerged in Yuan Qingzhuo's mind with some hesitation.

Because the opponent has the power to kill me with one shot - don’t worry about where this power comes from, but in short, the opponent has power that can reach the legendary level!

And he did not see the pillar of light rising into the sky above his head in this dimension, or somewhere outside the royal city.

In other words, a contestant who possessed such powerful strength and was so proficient in stealth and assassination actually willingly ended the audition with a chess piece of the most [Exquisite] quality?
And the reason is simply because I discovered it...?

——Risk control is a very important subject.

After decisively choosing to withdraw from the audition, Sunday looked at the empty room marked "Temporary Waiting Room" and walked in with an expressionless face.

At the side of the room, a six-winged angel with a halo on his head spoke to her with a very businesslike smile: "Contestant [Sunday], with chess piece class [Soldier], quality [Ordinary], chooses to actively end the audition stage. Am I wrong?"

"No."

Sunday glanced at her indifferently, habitually cast a few spells on himself to affect other people's observation, and then sat down casually on the sofa in this temporary waiting room.

She originally wanted to just close her eyes and wait for the next stage of the Martial God Festival, but she didn't expect the six-winged angel to ask in a familiar tone:

"Come to think of it, you are actually the cult's [Horrible Sunday]." The six-winged angel muttered boredly, "You are the first contestant to take the initiative to end the audition. How strange."

There are countless contestants who have been eliminated, but this is the first one who voluntarily chooses to enter the next round.

And he's a heavyweight.

After that, the six-winged angel asked with a smile full of curiosity: "Can you tell me what happened?"

Sunday didn't respond, but just sank into the soft sofa, as if he didn't hear anything at all.

——Do not engage in meaningless conversations or responses.

But in fact, she had already begun to mutter in her heart about the correctness of her choice:
As mentioned before, risk management is an important subject.

And Sunday is the day that has the deepest grasp of this knowledge among all the students of the same period.

Be clear about the risks that may come and the absolute, questionable benefits that are in sight.

Don't be swayed by the ever-present gambler's mentality and turn into a jealous gambler, nor will you miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity because of being too cautious.

When it's okay to take risks, and when it's not necessary - that was always clear on Sunday.

This is also her greatest asset that has enabled her to survive until now!

Just like just now.

Yes, choosing to leave the audition stage with only an [Ordinary] chess piece that was seriously inconsistent with her strength was indeed very different from expectations.

The original expectation on Sunday was to at least upgrade his chess pieces to [Epic] quality, and then collect a set of other chess pieces of [Ordinary] quality.

——This will give you a big advantage in the next round.

But the goal on Sunday is also clear - to reach the final.

Because, after all, the reason she came to participate in the Martial God Festival this time was just because she had personally assassinated the vice-president of a certain country a few days ago, and now she wanted to stay out of the spotlight and not take over the job.

Therefore, the Martial God Festival is just a means to fill the gaps in work and gain benefits.

And as long as we make it to the finals, we will gain enough on Sunday.

Therefore, all her methods in the Martial God Festival were done to achieve the ultimate goal of [entering the finals].

So, if I have an [ordinary] chess piece that almost everyone has, does that mean I can't make it to the finals?
perhaps.

But to enter the first round of the finals - regardless of the rules of each Martial God Festival, Sunday can do it simply by relying on his own strength.

In this way, you can get most of the expected gains.

——The outcome of having the choice of staying and fighting or running away would not be very good.

——That means that I might be eliminated directly in the auditions, and all these days’ time would be wasted. Not to mention that after being killed, my soul will be weak for a while, which is another loss.

Therefore, there is no need to take such risk.

It's just a different kind of work.

Say this to yourself in your heart on Sunday.

But the baby's smiling face appeared in her mind.

Fortunately... I didn't make any promises to him.

Because if that's the case, it has to be done.

fortunately.

When I retire, I might go to a country monastery to teach a course called "Self-Risk Management for Cowards."

Sunday opened his eyes with a sense of inexplicable loss, and smiled at the six-winged angel who was so bored that he started to float upside down.

It sounds pretty good.

He really ran away. What a cowardly turtle that escaped with one blow, byd won a spiritual victory, right?

After using his martial arts will to plow that area three times inside and three times outside, Yuan Qingzhuo thought speechlessly.

He never imagined that the guy who could kill him with one blow would choose to enter the next round without hesitation after finding out that he was "not dead".

Even when he was still at the gate of the palace and the two sides were about ten kilometers apart, the other party did not use the dimensional mezzanine to try to escape!

It's really, so safe that it's scary.

Yuan Qingzhuo sighed slightly unhappily and quickly withdrew his martial arts will.

Then I'll have to wait until after the auditions...

Someone else is coming to deliver his head?

At the moment when a large amount of martial arts will was taken back, Yuan Qingzhuo could feel that he seemed to be pulled into a barrier by something.

Then, without warning, a dagger was wedged into his chest.

The deadly poison targeting the angel instantly spread throughout the body...

Yuan Qingzhuo looked up as if he hadn't noticed anything, stretched out his hand and forcibly took out the dagger from his heart, then grinned at the black-robed man who had dragged him into the barrier:
"——Why, do you want to talk to me about something heartfelt?"

outside world.

"Randkiel disappeared?"

"Now is a good opportunity to rush into the palace!"

The crowd immediately started talking.

A Core Casting Warlock stood there hesitantly. After hearing these words, he laughed and said, "Disappear! A bunch of noobs can't even tell that he was locked in a barrier. Even if he entered the palace, it would be useless!"

But "Randkiel" disappeared temporarily after all!
In other words, the biggest obstacle to killing the new king no longer exists - even if killing the new king alone cannot complete the task, the probability of successfully threatening Randkiel with the new king will be much higher than defeating two people in a row now.

But the key point is that no one knows how long it will take for Randkiel to kill the guy who dragged him into the barrier.

It's a gamble.

Vicchi leaned against the stone wall, watching the restless contestants with cold eyes, and couldn't help but sneer in a low voice: "A bunch of idiots."

Perhaps other weak warlocks could not see the value of the beyond-visual-range attack just now.

But Vic saw it clearly.

"The cult's beyond-visual-range spiritual attack weapon is at least as powerful as a legendary attack."

He spread his hands: "Why do those guys think that someone can stop a legendary position so easily?"

Although Randkiel seemed to disappear for a moment when he was hit just now, and then appeared - as if he was reborn after being killed.

Although it has been proven that he is not unkillable...

But isn’t it even more terrifying if you think about it this way?
After being killed, it will be resurrected and become more powerful...

Vicki sighed, "The injury is almost healed. No Vina, let's not get involved in this mess. Whoever wants to go can go."

"Brother, I love to go."

"Your skin is itchy again, isn't it?"
.
After a short five-second wait, the weaker and impatient contestants finally completed the temporary communication, and then they showed their magical powers and hid their bodies and rushed towards Rush in the palace.

Flying in the sky, running on the ground, and burrowing in the ground.

Rush raised his eyes, which had not moved for a long time, and looked at the number of spells currently engraved in the palace.

Hmm...10211.

Although they are all simple small-scale spells, it should not be a problem to combine them to deal with this wave of parallel imports of mercury-level and sublimation-level spells.

In order to avoid the same trouble in the short term...

Rush moved his fingers slightly and lowered his eyes as if he was completely unaware of the contestant's current situation.

——Then, let’s start with 5000 questions.

Then, everyone outside the palace could clearly see clusters of blood mist emerging.

The Core Casting Warlock smiled at first, then calmly commented: "Their touch triggered the palace's self-protection spell, and there is no upper limit at the moment."

Finally, he made a more conservative point of view:

"However, it should be no problem to use it against ordinary core-casting stages."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of those contestants who had been staying in the royal city without finding any opportunities and therefore came here to try their luck changed. Some of them left with gloomy faces, while others still wanted to try to make a fortune here with a fluke.

But at the moment when everyone sighed and hesitated, a heavily armored warrior who had been standing there motionless suddenly took a step forward, making a series of whistling sounds.

It turned out that he had broken the sound barrier with his physical body!
Those contestants who were able to see the warrior's movements clearly secretly distanced themselves from him, but at the same time they all used acceleration techniques or stimulated their blood circulation.

Even Vic, who was about to leave, looked back with interest, wanting to see how this guy died.

On the throne, Rush applied slight force with his knuckles.

The remaining 5,000 spells could indeed resist him for a moment... but at the same time, his abilities would be fully understood by these contestants.

This is not good news.

After mobilizing all the remaining techniques, Rush was ready to start executing the backup plan in case Yuan Qingzhuo did not have time to appear.

But at this moment, the soldier who was less than three meters away from the palace suddenly felt that he was unable to move because of the huge pressure coming from the surroundings.

He wanted to pull out the axe, but his hand couldn't reach the handle.

Even if you use the power of [strength] it will be of no avail!

Now he is just like a little bug sealed in amber.

"You, do you want to challenge me too?"

The hoarse voice slowly echoed, making the warrior want to leave the audition immediately - unfortunately, this rule cannot be triggered by thoughts in one's mind.

Throwing away the black-robed man who was twisted into a knot in his hand, Yuan Qingzhuo slowly walked to the warrior who was fixed in the air by his tremendous martial arts will.

Ask again: "You, do you want to challenge me too?"

The soldier's pupils suddenly shrank and he instinctively wanted to shake his head, but his "frozen" body prevented him from completing this action.

So he could only wait for the judgment of "Randkir" with tears in his eyes.

In the silence of the whole place, it was still the core casting warlock who spoke first with uncertainty:
"Is this... the ferryman of the Blue Teardrop?"

He pointed at the dagger symbol on the waist of the black-robed woman whose body was almost twisted into a knot: "I didn't expect that she was actually a woman?"

This isn't the point right now...

No one has the time to complain at this time.

This is because just one ferryman is enough to assassinate most of the contestants present.

The ferryman, who was famous for his assassination, was twisted into a knot by the iron can and thrown out within 30 seconds even though he had the advantage of the first move.

For a moment, no one dared to move.

(End of this chapter)