Second World

”Heh, still trying to put on a tough face. Just prepare those equipment of yours to be given to me,” Grimclaw replied with a snort.

Dashrunner was peeved, he came up to Grimclaw. ”Donʼt you see us shaking our heads to you?” He whispered.

”I know you guys are polite, but arrogant people like them who are like frogs in a well, need to be taught a lesson once in a while.”

Dashrunner was speechless. He didnʼt say anything more. He just shook his head and walked away.

Jack was also whispering to Bowler, ”bro, why are you using me as a bet? Iʼm not gonna help you pay the equipment if we end up losing.”

Bowler gave him a mischievous grin, ”donʼt worry. Iʼm doing you a favor by getting you a rare sword. You sure will win.”

”How can you be so sure?”

”I had some chat with the other White Scarfs members before. That Grimclaw guy is still level 12.”

Jack was stupefied, so this guy had already known the outcome before proposing the bet, that was diabolical. Jack glanced at Grimclaw who still wore a confident expression. He used his God-eye monocle and scanned him, he really was just level 12. He couldnʼt help but feel pity for the guy for falling into Bowlerʼs trap. But then he looked at the sword hanging at Grimclawʼs side. He would be able to upgrade his Storm Breaker to rare grade if he let it consume that sword. The thought excited him.

He clapped Bowlerʼs shoulder, ”good job!” He whispered.

As the two sly men were grinning like fools, the old man with the golden cane made a move. His eyes shined brightly as he lifted his cane high. Golden fire swirled around the cane and then turned into a fire dragon as it spiraled outwards, creating a spectacular spectacle. The crowdʼs noises instantly died down. The dragon then flew high and broke into multiple fiery orbs. If someone made a count on the orbs, they would find them to be exactly one hundred.

”Itʼs time!” His voice boomed out. His left hand stretched and a giant blue sphere materialized.

”Those that were chosen by the orbs will come forward and select the rewards from this sphere. Please be clear that you can only select one and what you have chosen cannot be changed. Therefore, make your choice carefully!”

He then tapped his cane onto the ground, and one of the orbs floating high up starting to make a descend.

The crowd was full of anticipation. Many of the past well-known players observed the falling orb with confident looks, every each expecting the orb to come his or her way. Warpath who stood around his adoring fans held his head up high. He thought to himself why bothered with all the theatrical, he should just walk up to the old man and demanded his fair reward.

But contrary to many peopleʼs expectations, the orb slowly floated towards the group of White Scarfs. Warpath who saw that had a confused look. Had the old man gone senile and made a mistake?

Grimclaw who saw the orb coming, felt elation filling him up. He was the best amongst the White Scarfs members. The first prize was as good as his. He lifted his left fist up in a victory pose, and was about to go forward to receive the orb when he realized it drifted past him.

He turned to where the orb was floating to and saw it stopped in front of Jack. Jack tried not to look at Grimclaw to avoid embarrassing him further. Bowler, however, didnʼt give a shit and grinned widely from ear to ear.

As the orb dissolved into a thin blanket of light enveloping Jack, almost every well-known player from past VR games in attendance held the same thought in their minds. Who the hell was that guy?

The old manʼs enhanced voice echoed through the crowd, ”First rank, Storm Wind! Fighter class. Level 13!”

The crowd gasped when they heard of the level. Disbelief in their faces.

”He is level 13, no wonder his attributes are so high,” Red Death who was among the crowd said.

”No,” Scarface said. ”Even though he is level 13. His attributes are still too high. He still has other secrets.”

”Please step forward!” The old manʼs voice urged.

Jack didnʼt dilly-dally anymore. He went in the direction of the old man. The crowd parted as he advanced, giving him a clear path, until one group stood their ground and blocked his way. It was the people from Weary Wolf.

The leader called Boulder was at the front. He said, ”you have ruined our business, and you have killed my Flowing Fox, now you think weʼre gonna let you go claim rewards just like that? I donʼt care about the White Scarfs anymore, they are over there, they wonʼt make it in time to save you. Get him, brothers!”

Jack took out his sword as the Weary Wolf people moved to surround him. This move of theirs was completely unexpected. They already cut off his path of retreat before he was aware of it. As the first person who was holding an axe about to reach him, a blinding light slammed down from above, covering the entire body of the assaulting person. His body was instantly disintegrated. With his body completely gone, his axe dropped to the ground.

”You dare make a ruckus with me around?!” A thundering voice was heard. Everyone looked up and saw the old man floating above Weary Wolf gang.

”If you dare interrupt this ceremony again, I will wipe out every last one of you!” He gave the warning as he glared towards the people from Weary Wolf gang. Terrified by the display of power, Boulder and every each of his subordinates backed away in fear and opened a path for Jack. They hung their head low and didnʼt have the courage to utter a single noise. Jack sheathed his sword and continued forward.

He went past the group of Death Associates, who obediently stood to the side. They were swallowing their saliva and wiping their sweat. They originally had the same idea of blocking Jack as well, before Scarface told them to stand down. Scarface glanced at Boulder and uttered, ”idiot.”

Jack didnʼt receive any more resistance as he arrived in front of the giant blue sphere. The old man floated down and landed beside him.

”Storm Wind greets Elder,” Jack bowed down respectfully. ”May I know Elderʼs name?”

The old man looked at Jack, studying him.

One of the people who were standing close to them criticized in a whisper, ”why the heck does he act so respectful? The old man is just an NPC. He probably doesnʼt even have a name.”

”You are a fine young man,” the old man finally spoke and then glared at the people who just made the whisper and said, ”and I do have a name!”

The person who he glared at was having the scare of his life. He thought for a moment that he was about to get disintegrated just because of a random comment which he did not even speak out loud. However, the old man didnʼt act so imperious. He looked back at Jack and said, ”you can call me Honuren.”

Jack glanced at the person who had been reprimanded. He thought in his mind, the guy still treated this like a normal game. Probably a lot of others here also had the same thinking. He was not going to make the same mistake. He made another bow and said respectfully, ”greetings, elder Honuren. Thank you for awarding me this recognition.”

”Youʼve earned it, young man,” Honuren replied with a smile.

”Now put your hand on its surface,” the old man said as he gestured towards the floating giant blue sphere.

Jack did as told, and his vision was soon filled up with images of rows and rows of items.

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