Chapter 1125 Come At Me!
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After that match and talking with Zack, I tried doing another 50 Versus 50 Match, but I earned too little because everyone avoided me and fought one another instead, only giving me five fights at most.
I had to improvise and do something better this time, something that would bait these players. After seeing how I won and the new equipment I gained from Zack, it's obvious they don't even want to fight me anymore.
But that's fine, if I sell everything I could earn 500k Credits or a bit more than that…
Half a million is ok, I suppose, I wanted a whole million tonight but…
"How about you bait the entire player base?" he suggested me something insane.
"What?" I asked.
"Or well, all active players," he smiled. "Do a one versus 50."
"Is that possible?" I asked.
"You can customize matches using Warrior points, so yes," he said. "I did that once to bait a lot of noobs, a lot took the bait. Got a lot of loot back then. But after that, they evaded me quite a lot. Went to hunt Mutants to earn Points and Farmed Materials for a while before coming back and fighting the higher ranking players."
"Huh…" I nodded. "Thanks for the advice… I might just do that now."
"No other high ranked player is online at this hour of the night, so take advantage of that to challenge as many noobs as you can. They always think they can win if fifty go against one…"
"Alright."
I did just that, and the match began faster than I imagined.
[You have exchanged 3.000 Warrior Points to customize the Arena Match you're hosting!]
[You've created a new Hosted Match: {Me Versus 50}!]
[Waiting Players to join…]
"Okay, if you're all so afraid you can lose against me one against one, then come all at me. Fifty against me, you'll surely win, right?"
In the arena many players were spectating other battles, and immediately took the bait as I declared my words.
Instantly afterwards…
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[A Player has joined your Hosted Match.]
[…]
[Your Hosted Match is full! All fifty Player slots have been filled immediately.]
[Do you wish to start the match in the extended Arena right now? You'll go against fifty foes at once. Are you really sure?]
[Yes] [No]
"I'm going." I said.
"Alright, I'll watch the show unfold then!" Zack smiled, sitting on the spectators.
As I was about to press [Yes], I heard Eleanora talk.
"He's a nice man, for sure… But are you really sure about this?! Maybe he's tricking you?" wondered Eleanora.
"Even if he's tricking me I don't care, it's a good idea," I said.
"But…"
"I understand your concerns, Eleanora. I'll give it my all. I am not going to underestimate fifty foes at once, never."
"Alright then…"
She nodded, as I pressed the button.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
The Arena suddenly became ten times as large, and then dozens of mechs materialized one after another in front of me, insectoid, vehicle, flying, and humanoid ones.
"You think you can go against fifty?"
"You insane bro?"
"We shouldn't have let him cook."
"Okay, let's jump on him!"
"This is going to be fun."
The Players were getting ready.
The count started.
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
…
0
FLASH!
Within that split second, all fifty players rushed towards me, aiming to destroy my mech. Giant machine guns were fired, enormous, electrified javelins were launched, and the rapid insect mech models leaped to kill me.
"This is way too easy."
Six spears floated around my body, gathering electrifying energy and then, I moved them forward with mental commands, impaling six different mechs.
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
Six gone, 44 more to go. Ten from behind, twenty from the front, and the rest from left and right, and a few from above.
I quickly ducked, evading several bullets and weapons, before rushing forward with my shield, and pushing several of them at once together.
"Plasma Cannon."
TRUUUM!
A beam of plasma came from my chest, piercing through over ten mechs at once, exploding their cores and blowing them up.
Plasma cannon has a recharge of 5 minutes, so I can't use it anymore, but it was well worth it. It ended destroying more than ten mechs, actually.
The rest of the players were left speechless, half of their numbers were gone already.
"Come on, don't run now, it just starting."
Like that, I crushed everyone within ten minutes, the second plasma cannon finished the last flying mechs, and I was done.
[Congratulations! You have won the Match you've hosted!]
[All betted items you've won from participants have been stored in your Inventory.]
[You gained +49.000 Warrior Points and +52.500 Credits.]
I was quickly teleported outside the Arena, all other Players had rage quitted, logging out.
"They'll probably start shitting on you online in the forums," Zack laughed.
"I don't care."
"But yeah that was amazing! I was actually lying about beating fifty on my own, it was only twenty-five back then… But you're insane."
"Maybe. It was fun, yeah. I'll be logging out now…"
With everything I have, it should be roughly 700k. I'll actually go sell everything and then log out.
"Wait, wait! Already? Come on dude, let's go hunt Mutants! Can't you help me out earn some more points? You took my entire savings!"
"Hm, maybe tomorrow if I ever feel like I have the mood to earn more Credits. Do mutant hunting earn them?"
"You earn Warrior Points, use them to buy add-ons and then get Credits like that."
"Interesting… So a way to not rely on Players directly…"
"Yeah! There's a whole story and lore in the game world and-"
"Okay, I'll consider it. Zack, thanks for your help. I'll get going now."
I patted his shoulders and left; I didn't had time for more idle talk.
Reaching the shops, I sold everything I didn't wanted, exchanged items, and more.
Once I logged out…
[Current Credit Wallet: 735.250 Credits.]
"Not one million, but close enough…"
Video games are sure amazing.
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