Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Looking at the vibrating blade in his chest, the left-handed knight's face revealed a smug smile that no one could see, and he began to analyze the situation methodically, leaving Roy stunned.

What's going on? We're in the middle of a match, why are you commentating? Do you really think there's that much of a skill gap between us?

Or are you saying that you, as a professional player, also want to go to the commentary booth as a second-tier commentator after no one wants you, and compete with Kog'Maw and Mob for the job?

Unexpectedly, the left-handed knight paused only slightly before continuing, "It's a pity, but I'm using the fourth-generation super-heavy knightly arena armor crafted with the ingenuity of Thunder Industries. It's made of high-strength alloy, with key parts thickened with D32 steel, and the waist, hips, wrists, and knees are polished with high-toughness nanomaterials. It's tough yet sturdy, and ordinary blades simply can't penetrate my defenses! Meteor, now you understand, right? Perhaps your strength is indeed greater than mine, but as independent knights, the gap between us in terms of equipment is insurmountable!"

"Once you put on this armor, even an ordinary knight can withstand your attack!"

Titus White Poplar spoke loudly, his tone firm and confident, leaving Roy completely bewildered.

First of all, putting aside your strange way of addressing me, which made me hallucinate as a Sarkaz mercenary lady from Thor Industries in black stockings, good grief, I thought you were trying to steal the spotlight from the commentators, but it turns out you were trying to steal the spotlight from the salespeople? Your product placement is a bit too hardcore, isn't it?

God the hell, wearing this armor, even an ordinary knight could fight me. Putting aside everything else, an ordinary person wearing this kind of heavy armor would be lucky to even take a step. If a toothed beast can't kill a cowardly turtle, does that mean a little turtle is stronger than a toothed beast?

Roy had to admit that Titus White Poplar was indeed a genius, and the armor was undeniably tough. While Roy's sword wasn't quite a divine weapon like the Breath of Kings, this was the first time he'd encountered armor that couldn't even leave a nick. Compared to the armor worn by the Storm Knight and the Rift Knight, designed with the core concept of "defeating Roy head-on," this armor on his left hand was essentially a tortoise shell—unbreakable, it meant he could only be worn down bit by bit!

To put it more bluntly, the Federation knew that it couldn't compete with Roy in terms of offensive power, and because it was afraid of losing too badly, it focused all its resources on defense.

But it was a lucky coincidence; if it were Roy in the past, they would have actually stumbled upon this.

Roy didn't have a particularly suitable melee weapon. His usual longsword couldn't penetrate the enemy's armor, so if he wanted to inflict effective damage, aside from using [Stella!] which required physical contact, he could only hope to achieve the Great Yan Kung Fu's ability to strike through obstacles with sheer force. He couldn't very well perform another hand-tearing armor act, could he? The last time he tore armor, Uncle Marna had made the first move, leaving a significant gap in the enemy's armor before Roy could directly attack. A smooth suit of armor, like an egg, was impossible to penetrate.

But it's different now.

Seeing the smug look on the left-handed knight's face, who even tried to put his hands on his hips, Roy silently equipped himself with the lowest-level module he had ever used.

D-level module [Stranger], henshin!

A flash of lightning appeared in Roy's eyes, and the blade in his hand began to vibrate unconsciously. The electric current that swirled around it turned into flashing arcs that flowed across the blade and spread toward the armor of the knight in front of him.

"Well!"

The left-handed knight, who was about to strike a few more poses, suddenly changed his expression, letting out a sharp groan of pain. He subconsciously took a step back, distancing himself from Roy. His face, hidden behind the mask, was filled with suspicion and uncertainty as he looked at Roy.

"What... what was that feeling just now?"

Roy sheathed his blade, spread his hands, and shrugged as if somewhat regretful, saying, "You have a lot of questions. Let me answer your previous question first."

"You said I was spacing out, but actually I was thinking."

Titus Poplar frowned and couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking, what a weak god," Roy said indifferently.

No wonder it's a D-rank module. Roy's attack just now was launched while he was under the left-hand knight's breastplate. In a tabletop role-playing game, that would be considered a close-range shot with maximum damage. Yet, it only made Titus White Poplar feel a slight sting and let out a soft groan before retreating without a scratch. Does that live up to the pretentious description in the module's description?

Indeed, the module does mention that God is currently incomplete and requires Roy's efforts to regain his power. However, as far as Roy knows, aside from the Outsider's exclusive modules [Electromagnetic Regulator] and [Royal Coin], the rest of the Outsider's power comes from Rogue. The so-called [Hand of God], [Fire of God (Fire of the Inquisition)], [Clothes of God (Scale-Catching Raincoat)], [Feast of God (Wrath of the Syracuse)], [Tears of God (Brilliant Weeping)], [Ring of God (Guide to the Distant Land)], [Vicissitudes of God (Vicissitudes of the Great Yan)], and so on, are all products of Rogue!

You have a mod system, are you going to let me roguelike and collect artifacts?

[Hello, host. After this major mission is completed, the module system will undergo a major update. Thank you.]

"......"

"6."

What else could Roy say but 6?

However, it's still unknown whether the major update will be a roguelike game, but Roy knows that this match against the left-handed knight is likely to be a grueling one.

Holding a longsword crackling with lightning, Roy slowly approached Titus White Poplar. With each step Roy took forward, Titus retreated a step, until he reached the edge of the arena. The Left-Handed Knight could only watch as Roy brandished his sword, closing in on him step by step, muttering that classic line:

"Don't run away, Little Left Hand. I think you're addicted to being a knight. Let Uncle give you a shock."

Volume 1: Chapter 70 Let's charge one more time, Radiant Knight!

In the wilderness, Rhodes Island roars forward, in the operator training room.

When Margaret Nearl pushed open the door to the training room, she didn't see the prospective operators gathered together for diligent training. On the contrary, the training room was empty, not even a single person was slacking off.

Lin Guang frowned in confusion, looked up, and glanced at the schedule hanging on the wall beside him.

"Thursday, that's right, it's not a day off today, where is everyone?"

Scratching her head of blonde hair, Margaret, who had just joined Rhodes Island with the Apostle Squad, walked into the training room alone. Although it was a little strange that everyone was gone, she wasn't Instructor Dobermann. As a newly joined operator on Rhodes Island, she hadn't even gotten familiar with the ship yet, let alone actively looking for the missing operators.

Instead of wasting time on that, we might as well take advantage of the fact that all the equipment is free and train properly.

Since her exile from Kazimierz, she had wandered alone across the wilderness for a long time before finally meeting Shining and Liz, two like-minded individuals. Together, they formed a team called "The Apostles," helping the weak and poor, providing medical aid in exchange for money and food. They experienced hundreds of battles, large and small, and their marksmanship and hammer techniques, originally more for competitive performance, gradually evolved into sophisticated battlefield combat methods. However, she had always lacked a suitable opportunity and place to fully integrate all of these skills. Now, having arrived at Rhodes Island, it was the perfect opportunity.

Lifting the brand-new warhammer and long shield crafted for her by Rhodes Island's engineering department, Margaret walked to the [Surrounding Combat Training] section of the training room, selected the highest difficulty, and took a deep breath. Aiming at the rising dummy before her, she took a step, spun, and delivered a powerful, easily blocked blow to the right side of the dummy's neck, slamming it to the ground. She then repeated the same action, this time from a different direction, knocking down the dummy on the right side of the simulated encirclement battle. Having taken down two dummies in one go, two more remained on her left and behind her. Without hesitation, Margaret raised her hammer, activating Originium Arts. A dazzling light emanated from the Originium unit between the hammer's blades, instantly creating a blinding effect, like a flashbang.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Margaret immediately kicked the dummy on the left, knocking it down. Simultaneously, she used the momentum to leap into the air and smashed the head of the last dummy at the back with her hammer. In less than half a minute, Margaret had successfully completed her "encirclement operation" training.

"Phew." After letting out a long breath, Margaret noticed that two familiar figures, one in black and one in white, were standing at the door of the training room.

Margaret wiped the sweat from her brow and asked excitedly, "Shining, Liz, what brings you here? From the medical department?"

“The check-up has been done, and Liz has been approved to become a logistics operator, codenamed Nightingale. Dr. Kal'tsit said that if her recovery goes well, she will have the opportunity to return to the battlefield.” Shining nodded, noticing the reluctance in Margaret’s eyes, and smiled, “This is also Nightingale’s wish. Think about the days when we were still wandering. She doesn’t want to be the one who holds you back.”

Margaret looked at the blonde girl in the wheelchair, then nodded reluctantly and changed the subject:

"Are you here for training too?"

"No, we're here to find someone."

Margaret shrugged helplessly: "Looking for someone? But for some reason, none of the other operators are here today." As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed Shining looking at her suspiciously.

"You really don't know anything?" she asked curiously.

Margaret's eyes revealed undisguised confusion as she scratched her soft, fluffy blonde hair: "What do you know?"

"Then come with me, we've been looking for you, Radiant Knight."

Shining stepped forward, took Margaret's hand, and, under her bewildered gaze, pushed Nightingale's wheelchair through the corridor to the Rhodes Island screening room.

As a large land-based ship, Rhodes Island, while not as massive as those mobile cities, is still small but complete. The screening room, serving as the island's entertainment facility, is generally used for team-building parties or holiday celebrations. Occasionally, if an operator team completes an excellent field mission, Kal'tsit and Amiya will create a video recording and play it in the screening room so that other field operators on the island can learn from the experience.

At this very moment, even though it wasn't a holiday and there were no parties or performances, the Rhodes Island screening room was still packed with operators of all ranks, including elite operators like ACE, Scout, Misery, and Blaze, all watching intently as the program playing on the projection screen was shown—the 23rd Kazimierz Knights Tournament Special, Left-Handed Knight VS Meteor Knight!

With a few red highlights in his white hair, Extreme was watching videos of Meteor Knight's previous matches on his phone with great interest, clicking his tongue in admiration: "He looks pretty good, Meteor Knight. That name sounds cool too! Should I, this handsome guy, get an even more imposing nickname?"

Huang, one of the few elite operators mixed in with the ordinary operators, immediately chimed in after hearing what Jijing said:

"That's incredibly impressive! Go watch the replay of the exhibition match between Meteor Knight and Candle Knight, especially their entrance—it was so cool, so incredibly cool! One day, I'll try to make that entrance too!"

Jijing opened the video as instructed and immediately exclaimed, "Wow, so cool!" Then she looked at Huang and shook her head regretfully: "But Huang-jie, you can't fly."

"Hmm...that is a problem. At worst, we can just jump off the aircraft!" Huang said casually. Jijing immediately wrote down this sentence and would spread it around tomorrow. Huang's ten legends would be added again: jumping off an aircraft won't hurt him!

"Speaking of which, why are we still in the pre-match interview segment? This left-handed knight is so boring, there's no tension at all, it's no fun." Huang yawned, straightened his long, muscular legs, arched his back, and stretched like a cat.

Extreme looked at the screen and said, "The next one is the interview with Meteor Knight. After he finishes the interview, it should officially start, right? Oh, here it comes."

The screen went black, and after a brief commercial break, Roy's face appeared in the center of the big screen, his expression serious and his posture upright.

"That year was the 22nd Kazimierz Knights' Tournament Special Championship, and the winner was the Radiant Knight Margaret Nearl..."

"So why did you rush me here?" The door to the screening room was pushed open, letting in a sliver of light into the dark room. Margaret's figure was forced into the room by Shining, who then gave her a "take care" look and resolutely closed the door.

"What's going on?"

Margaret tilted her head, puzzled, and pulled the handle, only to find that the door was locked from the outside. She could only turn around and look inside.

She hadn't looked at it before, but as soon as she did, hundreds of eyes, shining brightly in the darkness, were like flashlights in the night, all focused on her.

Margaret shuddered under the gaze, cold sweat pouring down her back as she took a step back in fear. She had seen that look before; on the day she won the Special Championship, the reporters had given her the same predatory stare.

"You...you guys, what happened?"

Margaret asked, startled, her voice slightly stammering.

No one answered; only the sound from the glowing screen continued to emanate from the theater.

"I believe that the Radiant Knights played an indispensable role in the Independent Knights' past glory... It is our duty to restore the glory of the Independent Knights!"

"Um, Miss Nearl, when you came to Rhodes Island, you mentioned that you were a Radiant Knight, right?"

"What's your relationship with Meteor Knight? Can I get an autograph? Can we take a picture together? Can you shout 'A true knight fears neither bitterness nor darkness!'"

"Radiant Knight, you're so cool! Lead us one more time, Radiant Knight!"

PS: Public execution

Volume 1: Chapter 71 The game has started, and I am the dealer.

"Uh, Miss Nearl, did you teach this fighting style as well?"

Watching Roy on the screen, wielding a small steel knife-brand stun gun and chasing after the fleeing Left-Handed Knight, Amiya felt that some beautiful dream deep inside her had suddenly shattered in an instant.

Margaret dared not take the blame for this. If Roy's claim of being her fan and his subsequent advancement to this stage of the Major had made her feel flattered and shy, then witnessing his playing style now brought Margaret nothing but pure shock.

This isn't a competition, this is a summer mosquito! You can't swat it, and it still dares to chase after you and bite. The bite only hurts a little, but the discomfort lasts for a whole month!

Margaret can swear on her life that this "mosquito tactic" has nothing to do with her, absolutely nothing to do with her. If she knew this trick, her battle with the left hand back then wouldn't have turned into such a fierce fight!

"Den!"

"Ugh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Once again, the weapon touched the armor, and once again, the left-handed knight let out a scream that was hard to describe as either painful or exhilarating. With a loud bang, the heavily armored knight crashed to the ground. His brain, which was practically smoking from the electric shock, forced him to raise his hands and announce his surrender.

Mob, the commentator known for his outspokenness, had already mentally lapsed by the first hour of the match. Seeing the left-handed knight's move, he didn't even react immediately until the big screen suddenly switched to a large image of Roy's idol, with the word "WIN" appearing below. Only then did Mob snap out of it and hastily begin to comment:

"Oh my gosh! It seems the victor has been decided. Meteor Knight has once again created a miracle, defeating Left-Handed Knight, who had an absolute advantage in equipment, in a way we never imagined! Even so, it was still a thrilling battle that lasted over an hour and a half. Left-Handed Knight, you are glorious in defeat!"

As he spoke, he suddenly covered his earpiece, as if he had heard something, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Oh, I see! Forgive my mistake in word choice just now!"