Chapter 34: A Grand Melee
Olympia, top floor arena.
The military competition held here by the Spartans attracted a large number of mercenaries.
After all, the prize for first place was a hefty 1000 pounds.
In addition, mercenaries who performed well in the competition would also be exceptionally recruited into the Spartan mercenary company and participate in the city defense of Olympia.
For mercenaries who lived with their heads constantly on the line and were often cheated by their employers, a stable 9-to-5 job like the city defense force was their dream job.
Therefore, the number of initial applicants exceeded 20,000.
As the saying goes, a thousand people is a vast crowd. The arena definitely couldn’t accommodate so many people.
The Olympia Mages Association solved this problem: they found a demigod from the School of Dreams and set up a large-scale dream, the kind that could accommodate tens of thousands of people fighting simultaneously.
In the dream, anyone could freely kill without causing actual harm to others. The consciousness of those killed would only be expelled from the dream and safely return to their original bodies.
“What an amazing miracle.” Standing on the mountaintop in the dream, City Lord Appius said in admiration.
In his field of vision, the land below had rivers and forests, plains and wilderness, as well as swamps and hills, covering most of the terrain of the Balkan Peninsula.
A perfect virtual venue for combat competitions.
“This is modeled after the legendary Paradise Mountain.” The demigod from the School of Dreams said. “Paradise Mountain is the eternal paradise of all things in this world. Any race of creatures can find a suitable living environment on Paradise Mountain.”
“It’s a pity that most of the 25 ancient books that seal the fragments of Paradise Mountain have been lost.” He sighed regretfully.
“Have you found your missing East Asian branch personnel?” Appius asked.
“We found them.” The demigod said, “By searching the sea of the subconscious, we can roughly locate them at the bottom of the Black Sea.”
“After retrieving the bodies, we can see that the wounds were caused by swords and bullets, but they have been soaked in seawater for too long, so we can’t discern more information.”
“Based on the few remaining fragments of consciousness, these people should have discovered a Paradise Mountain fragment, but they didn’t report it to headquarters immediately.”
“Their selfishness killed them. By the time headquarters discovered the anomaly, these people had been dead for a long time, and it was almost impossible to extract any clues about the murderer from their consciousness.”
Appius nodded solemnly and didn’t speak.
When people died, their superego would sink into the sea of the collective subconscious and be assimilated in a short time, leaving only the deepest memory with their obsessions.
If it were a high-ranking spiritual powerhouse, they might still be able to move around in this memory, pretending to be alive.
Listening to the demigod’s account, the deepest memory of those dead Eastern branch personnel was not “being killed,” but “obtaining the Paradise Mountain fragment.”
Therefore, the Dreamland Paradise headquarters only knew that they were killed because of the Paradise Mountain fragment, but they couldn’t find out who the murderer was.
This matter was destined to become an unsolved case.
“Oh, the competition has begun.” He looked at the people teleporting in below, scattered around, and said.
…
Asker was teleported in.
As a warrior pre-selected by the Spartans, his purpose in participating in this competition was not to advance, but to hunt down the strong.
In this kind of grand melee, although it could test the participants’ actual level, it also reduced the fairness of the competition.
For example, the combat power of an “ordinary person” was 5, while the combat power of a “strong person” was 50. Unfortunately, when they just teleported in, the “strong person” encountered a “super strong person” with a combat power of 100.
As a result, they were instantly killed. This kind of instant kill couldn’t reveal the loser’s strength level. So the “strong person” with a combat power of 50 was eliminated first, while those lucky “ordinary people” with a combat power of 5 could survive until later.
In addition, in order to compete for the top few places, the “super strong person” would inevitably go on a killing spree, eliminating everyone, regardless of whether they were a “strong person” with a combat power of 50 or an “ordinary person” with a combat power of 5. In this way, most of the “strong people” would be eliminated, which would violate the original intention of this competition – to select outstanding warriors on a large scale.
The role Asker played was that when someone’s kill count exceeded 10 in this battle, he would go and eliminate them, preventing any “super strong person” from gaining an overwhelming advantage in the melee and slaughtering “strong people” who could have been selected.
Of course, Asker would score those who were eliminated in advance, whether they were “super strong people” or “strong people,” based on their responses, performance, and how long they lasted against him.
As for those unlucky ones who were eliminated before entering Asker’s hunting list, maybe some of them were “strong people” who accidentally encountered a “super strong person.” There was nothing that could be done about that.
The final ranking would also be based on points, not the “last man standing wins” rule that relied heavily on luck.
The participants all agreed on this rule – otherwise, if someone hid in a hole and only came out to take advantage when the melee was almost over, wouldn’t that disgust everyone?
Asker, holding his sword, had just walked onto a hillside when he saw two participants talking below the hillside.
“Listen, it is said that if your kill count exceeds 10, there will be a Spartan who will specifically snipe you.”
“The sniping time is 1 minute. As long as you can survive this minute, the Spartan will retreat, and then your kill count has to reach 20 before the next round of sniping.”
“Let’s raise our kill count to 9 first, then find a suitable place to defend or escape and wander around until we encounter an enemy, raise our kill count to 10, and then immediately prepare to deal with the sniping.”
“Hey? I have a good idea.” The other person said, “If your kill count reaches 10, and mine hasn’t, then according to the rules, the Spartans will only attack you, not me? Then I can help you fight the Spartans.”
“Spartans will not actively attack those whose kill count does not meet the standard.” A voice came from the hill. The two participants looked up and saw Asker, with one hand on his sword, looking down at them from above.
“But if they are attacked, then of course they can fight back.” He said.
“Our kill count is still 0!” The two participants hurriedly raised their hands to signal.
“Of course, I’m just reminding you of the rules.” Asker nodded.
The two participants were relieved upon hearing this and hurriedly fled.
Asker looked into the distance, thinking that this grand melee organized by Olympia was a bit like the arena mode in the games of his previous life.
Just as he was thinking this, a voice came from his earpiece.
“Coordinates X32530, Y21215, target appearing.”
Oh, someone already has a kill count of 10 so soon?
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