The Glorious Evolution

Chapter 212: Blood Isles.

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Hearing this, the nightcrawlers’ laughter and chatter died out immediately... even Jasmine and his friends were left speechless, not anticipating Levi taunting them back.

Shia, Arthur, and especially Jojo were barely holding themselves from cursing the nightcrawlers and their ancestors... but Levi ordered them to stay quiet and let him do the talking, and they had to listen.

”Clowns... us, me? ME?! YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!!”

Kraev’Morr immediately banged the table and lunged at Levi with his shark-like mouth wide open, his eyes already seeing red.

Yet, Levi didn’t even flinch... instead, he chuckled even harder after seeing Kraev’Morr smash his head on the spiritual barrier separating them.

’Jojo... get him.’

The moment Jojo heard Levi’s dimensional message, the mantra she kept repeating in her mind to calm herself stopped... her sealed lips opened at once, and a flood of insults burst forth akin to a sacred dao.

”What a disgrace... Tier 4, yet you think with less sense than a Tier 1 hatchling. Clowns at least know they’re clowns when they put on a show... you? You’re just the joke nobody asked for. I bet your teammates choke back their disgust every time you open your mouth, feeling like they’re talking to a brick wall with a pulse... Namaste.”

”Shut up! Shut up!! SHUUT UPP!!”

”What’s wrong... losing it already?”

Jojo kept going, unfazed by him smashing his hands nonstop against the spiritual barrier, his saliva pouring down his wide-open mouth.

”Ah... my bad, I forgot, you have no mind to lose in the first place... You clump of stray cells... I wonder how you even managed to evolve? I am almost certain you are a failed experiment that ran away, or worse... cast away for being too useless... Namaste.”

”ARGHHHH!! I AM GONNA KILL YOU!! I AM GOING TO EAT YOU!!!”

”Heh... figures. Everything about you is driven by your gut, isn’t it? Namaste.”

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Levi, Arthur, and their friends could only watch speechlessly as Jojo tore Kraev’Morr a new one, clasping her hands each time she finished.

The moment she located his weakness, she did nothing but keep jamming a screwbar in it over and over again.

They could see... Kraev’Morr truly had some intelligence or aggression problems... either way, it was his insecurity, and Jojo didn’t stop picking at it until Kraev’Morr was left panting with his arms resting against the barrier.

Levi noticed his heart pounding furiously, racing at nearly triple its usual pace, as though it might rip free from his chest in pure rage.

Syc’closs and his teammates’ expressions also turned slightly nasty, realizing that their attempts to crack Levi’s team’s mental had backfired.

Kraev’Morr was too much of a weak link when it came to mental warfare, and Levi had done his research and figured it out before they sat down.

’I guess I found my experiment target...’

Right now, he kept the same unprovocative smile as he watched Syc’closs and the others trying to calm down their partner... alas, Jojo’s acidic mouth was too much.

Seeing her like this, Arthur didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat... he was too used to being on the receiving end of Jojo’s insults. To see her use that unholy mouth of hers on their enemies, he couldn’t help but think to himself... was she always this cool?

Before the fiesta could prolong, a portal opened up near the table, and the chosen Gamemaster stepped out... Jojo’s radioactive weapon sealed itself again, and she closed her eyes, murmuring a soft prayer under her breath, resembling a peaceful, harmless monk.

”Alright, enough noise... name’s Sparks, your one and only Gamemaster.”

Gamemaster Sparks waved his hand lazily, and Kraev’Morr was forced into his chair, his mouth sealed shut and limbs glued... his bloodshot, murderous eyes were the only things moving.

Peace returned to the Game Hall at last.

Gamemaster Sparks ignored him and sat down in the head chair, leaning back with his feet resting on the table.

He was also a squirrel, but his fur was pink, matching well with his white, glamorous tuxedo and black shoes.

His tuxedo was dotted with sparkling diamonds, stealing anyone’s attention the moment he sat on the chair.

There was a hint of swagger around him as he was using a black cane to walk while his lips kept sucking on a lit cigar... exposing a golden frontal tooth with each deep puff.

If there were only one word to capture him... it would undeniably be Pimp.

”It’s a pleasure to have you as our Gamemaster, Sir.” Levi greeted politely.

”Wish I could say the same,” Gamemaster Sparks muttered with a sharp harshness and a slick voice. ”Gettin’ knocked back down to this sorry excuse of a rank... damn Rats, always pushin’ me, testin’ my game.”

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Levi and the others didn’t understand a word he was saying, nor could they place what was off about his accent... but they wisely stayed silent, sensing that he was in a foul mood.

Even Syc’closs and his teammates went silent, their cockiness fading away under the presence of Nocturn’s Authority.

”Here’s your Death Game... take a look at the details, and holler if you’ve got any questions.”

Gamemaster Sparks manifested a dimensional screen with the game details and the map’s appearance materializing as such:

// Game Format: Resource Domination

Game Name: Blood Isles

Participants Number: 12 (6 vs 6)

The Combined Average Power Level: 32N... Range (30N_45N)

Ranks Allowed: Invader, Marauder, Sentinel.

Battle Map: The Tri-Isles Crucible.

The Treasury’s Value: 170K Nocrix Credit/110K Solar Aegis Coins.

OmniGenie’s Condition: The Last Ritekeeper.

Rules of the game:

1-Abilities Allowed.

2-One artifact allowed on each Rifter...( Grade A and below)

3-Each team starts on their designated base island (Redfang Isle & Bluefang Isle).

4-Blood Rites spawn only on the Central Isle at intervals of 1–4 minutes randomly.

5-Blood Rites must be collected and transported safely to the base islands’ Altars.

6-Blood Rites carriers are slowed by 15% and emit a faint blood trail.

7- A team may invade the enemy’s base, but invading players are afflicted by:

Blood Scent (Reveals them to enemies within 15m) Weakness Curse (-20% damage dealt and resistance)

8- Game Duration: 30 minutes.

9-Victory Condition: The team with the highest number of Blood Rites stored in their Altar when the timer ends wins.

For more information, please open your CRS profile Interface.

Good luck to all CRS Rifters//

Both teams read the game’s details in silence while Gamemaster Sparks kept blowing smoke into the air lazily.

After a few moments, Levi and his teammates didn’t seem to have a good expression after seeing the three islands’ sizes and how the water was easily accessible to their enemies.

’Shit... I knew the map would favor their powers, but still... to fight on islands while surrounded by an ocean is a bit too much.’ Shia frowned, sending a dimensional message to others from the network.

’It is what it is.’ Nurah shrugged, ’They are the defending side, and the platform gives an advantage to any defending faction.’

’Any faction but us.’ Arthur said.

’Raiders can only launch challenges, they have nothing to defend or protect... so, we are always at a disadvantage... map-wise.’ Levi said calmly.

Meanwhile, Syc’closs and his teammates showed cruel smiles and said nothing... yet, Levi and the others knew that they would definitely seek to drown them like the first team.

”Sir, what’s the condition of obtaining the Last Ritekeeper Title?” Levi inquired, ignoring them for now.

”Easy... grab all the Blood Rites that pop up during the game, drop ’em on your Altar, and the title’s yours. And yeah, you know the drill... with that title comes one wish, so don’t screw it up.”

Gamemaster Sparks shared with one leg above the table and hands resting behind his head... but because he was too short, he was hovering above the chair to make such an illusion happen.

Levi and the others noticed his floating buttocks, but they kept their comments to themselves... knowing better not to laugh at a Gamemaster.

”What’s the type of the Omnigenie in this game? Is it Aquagenie or Sanguigenie?” Syc’closs inquired expressionlessly.

”The game’s called Blood Isles... what else did you expect?” Gamemaster Sparks’ lips curled in irritation, not a fan of having to explain every little detail again.

His tail once glowed with a blue hue, a mark of the upper ranks in his clan... back when he commentated on Death Games featuring real monsters, beings capable of leveling mountains with a single word.

Now, he was here... at the very bottom of the ladder again, his authority and dignity stripped from him, forced to commentate weaklings.

”So, Sanguigenie... that’s not too bad.” Syc’closs’ eyelids twitched, but he acted deaf to Gamemaster’s tone.

”No more questions? Good. I’ll catch you in a month.”

Before anyone could open their mouths, Levi and his friends found themselves pushed out of a portal, returning to the Blood Hunters’ training room.

”Damn... what’s his problem?” Arthur cursed under his breath.