Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"Luo...?"

"Roy?"

"Master!" "Mr. Roy! Wake up!"

My mind suddenly went blank. Everything I had just witnessed seemed to be pulled further and further away in the album of my memory, like a gray old photograph, finally settling on the fleeting glimpse of the last knight leaping into the air.

Did he look at him one last time? The thought flashed through Roy's mind, but soon the notification sound in his mind and the call of the person beside him brought Roy back to his reverie.

[On the field, you alone; on the leaderboard, you alone; in the Great Knight's Domain, you alone; in Kazimierz, you alone; on this land, you alone! You are the true lone rider; your enemy is the sea, your enemy is the sky, your enemy is the very earth beneath your feet! Last knight, break free from oppression, bondage, and death; at the cost of abandoning "everything," leap towards "everything"!]

Even you can't speak human language anymore?

Roy grumbled in dissatisfaction and opened his eyes. He was no longer on the street outside the Knights' Guild, but in Zofia's bedroom. Standing beside him were not Marna, but Zofia, Maria, and Viviana.

Seeing that Roy had finally woken up, Maria breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him.

"Master, what happened to you just now? Uncle said you fainted as soon as you left the Knights' Association and couldn't be woken up no matter how much he called you. Are you sick?"

Seeing Maria's voice almost trembling with tears, Roy could only smile and pat her head, comforting her, "It's okay, it's okay, you've probably just been too tired lately. You feel much better after a good night's sleep."

“You’re much better now. You almost scared us to death.” Zofia pouted, looking a little angry, but the relief she felt was undeniable. She gestured towards Viviana beside her and said, “Especially Viviana. If she hadn’t happened to be passing by, we might not have been able to get you home.”

Viviana blushed slightly, a hint of embarrassment creeping onto her face. It was a coincidence, but in reality, after receiving Roy's call, she had rushed to the Knights' Association. Before Roy arrived, she had been wandering around the area, hoping to find an opportunity to help him if he couldn't find teammates.

Who knew such an unexpected turn of events would occur? Although it did inadvertently help Roy, she was more worried than happy.

"Mr. Roy, were you injured during the points match?"

Viviana knew very well what this astonishing feat of defeating 127 enemies in one fell swoop represented. Although Roy had indeed accomplished it, he must have suffered considerable injuries as well!

After all, even someone as trusting of Roy as she was, she couldn't even imagine a speedrun without taking damage.

But Roy simply shook his head firmly and stubbornly, and with his usual relaxed smile and in a tone that sounded like he was stating a fact, comforted her:

"Don't worry, I'm not injured and there's nothing wrong with me."

Seeing Viviana's furrowed brows, as if she wanted to ask more questions, Roy quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, where is Marner? He should have been next to me."

“After your uncle saw you faint, he handed you over to Sister Candle Knight and went back to the Knights' Guild alone,” Maria explained. “When he left, he seemed to be saying, ‘How far will these people go before they stop defiling the knights?’ He was furious.”

Marner: Unsung Glory (41/42).

A thought flashed through Roy's mind, and his expression showed some relief. It seemed that Marner hadn't remained silent to the point of ignoring the tragedy unfolding before him, although he had probably misjudged his own state of mind at the time.

Come to think of it, after all, he was the one who went alone to send death threats to Xuan Tie for Maria's sake. Retribution may be delayed, but it will surely come.

Roy propped himself up in bed, rolled off the bed, and stretched his limbs.

The "Last Knight" mod is clearly fundamentally different from previous mods. After all, even the "Riddle of the Old Lynx" mod, with its unknown level, wasn't powerful enough to directly drag the player into an illusion upon unlocking. The "Last Knight" mod, however, does achieve that. Furthermore, it doesn't indicate a mod level or describe its effects, simply labeling it as "Special" and "Growth Type," which only piques the player's curiosity even further.

【The Last Knight】If Roy isn't mistaken, this module should be from the Sea Knight who appeared in the Fool's Day event and officially has a storyline in the Water Moon Rogue, also known as the Sea Knight IF Apocalypse route. In the second ending, 【The Tranquil Era】, facing the nascent 【Isamara】 who initiated the second Great Tranquil Era and pushed the Sea Knights across the entire land, it, as a human who has been completely transformed into a Sea Knight, did not choose to return to the herd, but instead leaped up and launched a desperate charge against the nascent one.

Just as Don Quixote charged at the windmills, his attempt was doomed to failure. According to later plot developments, Isamara did not die, nor did the sea perish; the sea creatures continued their frenzied evolution and advance, until they encroached upon the entire land. The Last Knight's fate was sealed from the very beginning.

Why is the module in Roy's hand labeled as "Growth Type"?

Before Roy could figure anything out, a voice came from the entryway. Marna opened the door and called into the room, "Is he awake?"

Roy nodded to the worried crowd and replied, "Thanks to your good fortune, it's brand new."

Marner walked into the bedroom, looked Roy up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Won't this affect tomorrow's game?"

“Of course, no problem,” Roy replied, then asked with interest, “I heard you went to the Knights' Guild to cause trouble?”

"No, I just inquired about something."

"whats the matter?"

"If I carry you, will I be able to get onto the field? And how many points will I get if I win the game?"

"They'd never agree to that, would they?" Roy said, half-laughing and half-crying. The doubles match was designed to restrict him; how could they possibly allow him to be carried into the ring to score points?

But unexpectedly, Marna's lips curled into a confident smile as he patted the sword at his waist.

"They agreed."

"Really? How did you do that?"

“We had a very friendly and cordial exchange,” Marner said. “Unfortunately, it’s not going to be needed.”

After saying that, he stopped smiling and said seriously, "Get ready for the competition. I don't want anything to go wrong tomorrow."

The doubles tournament is about to begin at the Howling Wind Arena!

Volume 1: Chapter 54 Everything is ready, the killing has begun

Kazimir, Grand Knights' Territory, Howling Wind Arena, Players' Lounge.

1:00 PM, one hour before the competition officially begins.

Across from Roy's lounge, in the Rift Knights' lounge, a well-organized team was working intensively to analyze all the intelligence about Roy.

From playing style to behavioral characteristics, from offensive methods to defensive tactics, they even went so far as to play frame-by-frame recordings of Roy's few matches in an attempt to gain a comprehensive understanding of his weaknesses.

"This is a truly professional team. The Business Federation spent a lot of money to assemble one specifically for you. With their help, not only can you defeat Roy, but you would also have a good chance of winning against the current number one seeds, Blood Knight and Candle Knight. I hope you won't let us down."

The spokesperson explained, clapping his hands as he did so. Immediately, movers outside brought in two complete, sealed metal crates. In front of the Rift Knight and his partner, the Storm Knight, the spokesperson reached out and pressed a prominent red button on one of the crates.

The heavy iron box emitted a hissing sound, like a freezer opening, and the iron doors of the outer shell slowly opened to both sides. The built-in power supply automatically turned on the lights, illuminating the equipment inside the iron box.

Two sets of the latest knightly arena armor, jointly developed by Woma Heavy Industry and Peak Arena, were displayed before the Rift Knight and his companion. Their striking appearance and flawless craftsmanship impressed even a seasoned expert like the Rift Knight. After a full half-minute of stunned silence, he forced himself to turn and look at the arrogant face of the special envoy from the Business Federation, asking:

"Is this... meant for us?"

"Of course, these two suits of armor were custom-made for you!"

The Rift Knight swallowed hard, then asked nervously, "Is it... a reward?"

The spokesperson chuckled and shook his head: "Of course not, how could that be? This is your new armor. You will wear both sets of armor in the competition to ensure an invincible victory, understand?"

"but......."

But isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?

Rift Knight thought to himself, "It's just dealing with Roy, why is the Business Federation going to such lengths?"

Roy is very strong, which has almost become a universally acknowledged fact in the current esports scene. Even though he has only been a player for a little over a month, no arrogant esports player would question Roy's strength unless he could also achieve an incredible KDA of 127.

But Roy is Roy, and he's all alone. His teammate, the knight Marner, is just a middle-aged man, already past his prime in the youth-driven world of competitive racing. With such a burden on his shoulders, what kind of record can Roy possibly achieve?

Even if he could actually defeat himself and Storm Knight in the first and second place, how high would his score be? This is a two-person competition. If you fight two people at once and the other person is just watching, the referee still has a reason to punish Roy and deduct points.

Therefore, Rift Knight wasn't really afraid. But the current attitude of the Business Federation made him exclaim, "No wonder they forced the Business Federation to add extra rules to target this player! This is what it means to take them seriously!"

If he could, he would much rather have a fair fight with Roy and see just how capable this supernova knight who debuted at his peak really is.

After all, he had seen the video of the Great Wilderness Starfall. That kind of spirit, that kind of boldness, that kind of domineering aura of "who can stop me"—how could it not evoke some long-lost memories of his "knight's dream"?

Unfortunately, as soon as he finished speaking, the spokesperson frowned and interrupted, "No buts, this is the arrangement of the Business Federation. We don't need you to put on a spectacular performance or create any special effects. We just need you to win this match steadily and eliminate Roy and his team! Understand?"

The Rift Knight pursed his lips, keeping his principles of integrity in mind, and obediently nodded, saying, "Understood."

After delivering a heavy blow, a sweet treat is also necessary. Seeing the Rift Knight nod, the spokesperson smiled again and added:

"Of course, as long as you complete the mission, you won't have to hand over the prize pool for this competition to the Knights. We also won't take back these two sets of armor. Experience their performance; I think you'll like them."

The spokesperson stepped to the right and back, leaving the front of the armor directly in front of the two knights.

The Rift Knight and the Storm Knight exchanged a glance, nodded silently, and reached out to take out the armor from the iron box.

Watching them gradually equip themselves with arm armor, chest armor, helmet, and exoskeleton, a satisfied smile appeared on the spokesperson's face.

The Business Federation has had enough of failures. While previous setbacks hadn't been openly acknowledged, this time, the last-minute additions to the format and the doubles competition have already sparked considerable dissent and opposition. Many of Roy's longtime fans feel this is a targeted attack and suppression of him by the Major organizers. This failure will bring these issues to the forefront, causing the Business Federation significant embarrassment.

Face is a very important thing. Businessmen, politicians, and even ordinary people all care about face when doing things. Without face, the business association will lose the resources to do business, the Special Championship will lose its reputation for fairness, and it will be more difficult for them to break through the walls of the aristocracy of the Supervisory Council. They absolutely cannot afford to lose face.

Therefore, they assembled a coaching and analysis team, created the latest customized weapons and equipment, and even offered concessions to incentivize the two riders.

Of course, they won't put all their eggs in one basket, nor will they rely entirely on the individual strength and fighting spirit of the Rift Knight and Storm Knight.

If things really get to the point of trouble, they'd rather there be no winners in this game.

Two full-body alloy armor suits, the culmination of technological advancements from two major corporations, were custom-modified for Rift Knight and Storm Knight, and naturally, some gadgets were added as well.

Once the match begins, the two suits of armor slowly deliver gaseous stimulants to the two fighters, ensuring they possess stamina and strength far exceeding their usual levels. If either fighter loses the match or wishes to surrender, he, the special spokesperson for the Business Federation, can activate the large doses of liquid stimulants and inhibitors hidden within the armor. This allows them to temporarily ignore pain and fatigue, transforming into adrenaline-fueled, bloodthirsty beasts, tearing everything in their path to shreds!

The visor-covered helmets and thick exoskeleton armor would ensure their unusual appearance and sounds went unnoticed. If that still couldn't defeat Roy...

So, he still has one last move to make.

An overdose of stimulants can be fatal.

A knight who uses any means necessary on the field, even killing his opponent, would be despised no matter how strong or handsome he is, right?

Seeing the two people before him, overjoyed by the new armor's unimaginable performance, the spokesperson wore only a polite, fake smile. He coughed lightly and addressed them:

"Let's go, step onto your stage."

Volume 1: Chapter 55 Listen to me, hit the one reading the newspaper first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Howling Wind Arena! I am your old friend, Mob the Big Mouth!"

"It is now 1:55 PM Kazimierz time, with five minutes remaining before the start of the match. As you can see, both teams in the team match have already taken to the field. Now, let me introduce our four esteemed knights!"

Mob the Big Mouth pointed to the two knights in full heavy armor on the left and introduced them: