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Volume 1: Author's Note (Come and take a look!)

It's that time of year again, and this book will officially go on sale tomorrow!

After my last book was banned, I considered giving up on writing altogether, but I couldn't give up and decided to try again.

I encountered many troubles and problems while writing this book. First, there was the earthquake, then acute gastroenteritis, followed by a major month-long shutdown. I finally made it to the book and it was about to be published when the pandemic broke out and Mercury retrograde struck. I couldn't escape it no matter what, and I miraculously survived.

I'm drowsy and have a cough, but I don't have a fever. However, being confined and feeling suffocated is really uncomfortable.

But no matter what, I persevered in the end!

Available tomorrow!

Starting tomorrow, the first major storyline will begin—the 23rd Kazimierz Knights Tournament Special Championship. The tournament is divided into a points-based tournament, a knockout tournament, a team tournament, the top 16, the top 8, the top 4, and the final! As a specially invited knight who did not meet the requirements, Roy will fight his way through the tournament from the points-based tournament to the top!

Meanwhile, the already established storylines for Letania, Cavalry and Hunters, and Victoria will begin to unfold after the tournament concludes. The encounter with Rhodes Island is also imminent.

The special mods obtained from large-scale missions were also carefully selected by me. It's a pity that if the chat between brothers wasn't banned, I would really like to see all kinds of amazing chat between brothers.

Since I can't see any feedback anyway, I won't spoil too much. It will be available tomorrow, so please subscribe! Please subscribe! Please subscribe! Stay tuned!

—Three Paths 2022 10.13

Volume 1: Chapter 45 Siege of Roy? (Please Subscribe)

On October 1, 1094, in Kazimierz, the four cities were merged, and the Grand Knights were established in Kavaleria.

9:00 AM

The Arena of Blazing Sun, the site of the points-based competition.

The stirring battle anthem had already begun, and the atmosphere among the audience was electric. Accompanied by the band's rousing drumbeats, and amidst the expectant gazes and enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, the knights participating in the points competition entered the arena one after another.

The Major's qualifying rounds use a challenge system, meaning that riders with lower points can challenge those with higher points to gain those points. This system is extremely brutal, as all the points riders accumulate over three years of preparation for the Major could be lost in a single match, and riders who lose points are eliminated. However, it also has its merits. If a rider in the qualifying rounds is strong enough, there won't be many challengers—after all, this is a competition where one's future is at stake, and not many people will genuinely try to challenge someone they don't have.

This creates a situation very similar to the current Kazimierz society: high-ranking knights with a lot of points can watch from the sidelines and see the tigers fight, while lower-ranking knights, lacking points, need to participate in a lot of competitions. Because their points are also being taken away by other lower-ranking knights, they have to race against time, thus falling into a vicious cycle and constantly squeezing themselves out of competition.

An anonymous Kazimierz Unarmored Alliance Blue Gold High Master once instructed his newly recruited Platinum Apprentices: "At least they have a deadline, which is the end of the points competition. The social competition in Kazimierz is going to be long and endless." At the time, he never imagined that one day he would have to join this competitive game, and start from the lowest rank.

Actually, Roy's current points are not a small number for a knight who has only been a player for a little over a month. Defeating the Rust Bronze Knight and the Candle Knight, who are of higher ranks, has brought him a lot of points. However, these points are compared to other opponents who have been preparing for three years to reach the main stage of the Major. Points can only be counted in quantity, not quality. Compared to these, Roy's points are naturally not enough.

This means that if he wants to advance, he will undoubtedly have to play the most matches.

Looks like I'm in for a busy day.

Roy sighed. With his current record, could he really find an opponent willing to compete against him?

The worries were not dispelled until the referee announced the official start of the points challenge, and it turned out that Roy was completely wrong.

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile as he watched the large group of knights who had surrounded him in an instant.

Roy laughed, and the other Cavaliers participating in the qualifying rounds naturally laughed along. They weren't afraid of Roy playing against them; they were afraid that Roy would get scared and secretly run away.

They've wanted "revenge" on Roy for a long time!

Today, in Kazimierz, the profession of knighthood has been successfully deconstructed into a job no different from that of a salesman or accountant, rather than a symbol of high honor. Most people who participate in the profession of competitive knighthood do not harbor lofty ambitions like Margaret Nearl to "illuminate this land"; they are simply there to make money, to make more money, and to improve their lives.

The appearance of the Radiant Knight awakened some of them, but the Radiant Knight was, after all, the Radiant Knight. She was a Lightbringer, a noble, and "someone who was born different from us." Therefore, her desperate cries did not cause much of a stir in Kazimierz.

But Roy was different. Roy had no background, yet he dared to use the name of the Radiant Knights. In just over a month since his debut, he had already become the talk of the town, with almost the entire news media industry in Kazimierz revolving around him, which undoubtedly deprived them of their status.

Sometimes, jealousy begins with the question, "Why me?"

Why is it that you, a fellow equestrian rider with no background, became famous overnight?

Why are you able to gain so many honors and titles, surpassing our accumulated fans and popularity over several years in just one month?

Why are you "specially invited" to participate in the Major, a tournament we can only dream of, and to compete on the same stage as us "professional equestrian riders" who have been working our way up in this industry for many years?

Roy is their enemy because Roy is an outsider, and the biggest characteristic of the human race is "rejection of outsiders"!

Back when Roy was announced to participate in the points-based tournament instead of directly entering the knockout stage, they had all tacitly made up their minds to unite and eliminate this outlier first.

Not for points, but for revenge, to "get this off my chest"!

Clad in various armors and wielding all sorts of weapons, knights from different orders, who should have been fierce rivals, were now united like never before, surrounding the blue knight standing in the center of the arena. Unfortunately, the blue knight was not their leader, but their common enemy.

Their faces held expressions of disdain, indignation, or pity, yet they all stared at each other eagerly, seemingly urging each other to take the first step in this collective bullying, but each hesitated, unwilling to be the first to bear this disgraceful stigma.

Finally, a knight wielding an axe, clad in rusted armor, pushed through the crowded throng and stood before Roy. His towering figure, several feet taller than Roy, looked down at him and mocked:

"Roy, you never thought you'd end up like this, did you?"

Roy looked up and curiously examined the thin man with bronze skin in front of him. Unlike the honest and kind-looking man in De Caiopolis, the man in front of him had a dark forehead and a sallow complexion. His dark circles were very noticeable even on his dark face, making it hard not to doubt his mental state recently.

After searching his memory and confirming that he had never seen the man before, Roy politely asked:

"Excuse me, who are you?"

The mocking smile on the man's face suddenly froze, and his breathing gradually became rapid and heavy, as if he could not believe that Roy's 36.8-degree mouth could utter such cold words.

"You actually forgot about me? How dare you forget about me?"

The man's bloodshot eyes bulged as if they were about to explode, and his yellow teeth, which hadn't been brushed in a long time, spat out words that could only be murmured. Seeing Roy frown and back away in disgust, he seemed to have finally lost his mind completely. Without any warning, he raised the giant axe in his hand high and chopped it down at Roy's head with all his might!

Split in two, brains splattered, the bloody scene seemed to flash before his eyes at any moment. A maniacal smile appeared on the man's face as he roared furiously:

“Remember this, I am the one who destroyed everything for you, I am Olmer Ingra!”

"Oh!"

A loud bang!

The knights, who had turned their heads away in fright, cautiously turned back and carefully moved their gazes toward Roy and Olmer Ingra, as if afraid that the red and white scene would pollute their eyes and cause them to shed a few pitiful tears.

However, what came into view was a scene completely different from what they had imagined.

Roy raised his arm, using one hand to brace against Olmer Ingra's massive axe, which he was swinging with both hands with all his might. The sharp axe blade stopped just two or three centimeters from his forehead, almost touching his soft, blue hair, but no matter how much veins bulged on Olmer Ingra's forehead, how his teeth gritted, how his face turned red, or how his arms trembled, he couldn't move an inch further!

Roy, on the other hand, simply showed a look of sudden realization with ease, his other hand still calmly in his pocket, without the slightest panic.

He spoke calmly, as if recounting a trivial matter, as if discussing someone completely unrelated to himself. His pupils were slightly upward, gazing at the face that held both anger and fear, and he slowly said:

"Oh, it turns out it's you."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Click!" The hard axe blade made a crisp clanging sound.

Only then did the knights realize that the meteorite hadn't even used his palm to grip the axe blade, but rather his fingers, which he had pinched the edge in mid-air, and then, as if greeting someone with a "good morning," casually crushed it.

Volume 1: Chapter 46 The Knight's Incompetence, His Deliberate Punch (Please Subscribe)

The axe blade shattered, and before Olmer Ingra could even react, an uppercut mercilessly struck his jaw.

"Oh!"

The dull thud seemed to pierce his jawbone, shooting halfway through his skull and bursting out of his body, creating a faint yet powerful gust of wind that seemed to penetrate his body. In the last second of his remaining consciousness, the once invincible Rusty Bronze Knight was still in a deep daze. He never imagined that his defeat would come so easily and swiftly. In fact, if Roy hadn't kindly held back at the last moment, what trembled above his head wouldn't have been air, but a gushing column of blood!

One second, two seconds later, Olmer Ingra's unconscious body flew very high and crashed heavily to the ground, like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of all the knights present who had hoped to participate in this unfair siege.

In an instant, the encirclement that had been tightly surrounding Roy retreated several steps, and the knights at the front looked fearful and timid, appearing more like a throng than an encirclement.

"Rusty Copper, how could the Rusty Copper Knight...?"

"Didn't he say that his last defeat was due to carelessness?"

"What should we do? Who should go? Are you going? I don't dare, I'm not going to give away points!"

Discussions arose everywhere; no one wanted to be the first to speak out, no one wanted to be cannon fodder.

Just kidding. The Rusty Bronze Knight is a proper Grand Knight. Even he is no match for Roy. What courage do these chickens and dogs without even a title have to compete with Roy?

Perhaps to bolster morale, someone stopped and shouted into the crowd, "Don't...don't be afraid, we can use a war of attrition. He's only one person, but we have dozens of people here. Are we afraid we can't wear him down?"

But the next second, as if he had anticipated this, Roy smiled and nodded, beckoning to the crowd:

"A war of attrition, trying to wear me down? Fine, I don't mind, but you'd better think carefully. Are you really planning to wear me down, or are you just doing all the work for someone else?"

That's right, it's a wheel-of-war, a wheel-of-war, there always has to be someone to keep the wheels rolling. This is a points-based competition where once you lose, you lose points, and once your points reach zero, you're ruthlessly eliminated. Anyone with a brain would have to think carefully about whether they're playing the wheel-of-war game here, or just handing points to the lucky winner in the end.

If they were truly noble knights, that would be one thing. Knights trust and cooperate with each other, sharing life and death, honor and disgrace; perhaps they could disregard such personal gains and losses. But unfortunately, Roy knew very well that these people who dared to openly attack him were gladiator knights, a group of sophisticated egoists who treated knighthood as a profession, not a status. They would not, and could not, make a decision to sacrifice themselves for others.

The army and its forces are not aligned, so they hesitate and march in formation like geese!

In just a few words, he revealed the current situation of the attackers. Roy looked at the crowd that was pacing back and forth without daring to take a step forward, shook his head with a mixture of amusement and helplessness, and took a step forward himself.

Correspondingly, the surrounding people all took a step back in unison.

Roy raised his hand, pointed at someone, and wanted to issue a challenge.

The next second, another person emerged from the group and, before Roy could react, launched a challenge against the person Roy had chosen at lightning speed.

This truly stunned Roy.

"What do you mean? You don't want to fight, but you're surrounding me and not letting me fight anyone else. Are you planning to just drag this out until it gets dark and the competition ends, then make me automatically eliminated because I don't have enough points?"

"That's quite a creative move." Roy nodded, both amused and exasperated. Then, he abruptly changed the subject and asked, "But when did you all get the idea that I can't take on all of you by myself?"

"Come on, all of you, come at me at once! I challenge you all simultaneously!"

.........

"Come on, all of you at once! I challenge you all simultaneously!"

If Mob had to describe the scene in the audience in one sentence, he could only call it "a complete silence, with no one daring to make a sound."