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[GREETING MORTAL]
You have entered the tournament of legends, congratulations on making this decision. There are many tempting rewards. So please don't quit early.
The tournament can be exited at any time, unless you physically die. Simply voice "I give up on the tournament of legends" out loud, if your vocal cords are
destroyed, then you'll just have to face the consequences of it.
Rules: You will not kill, new worlds are given a slight grace period, after this time killing is HEAVILY punished. Unless you wish to enter the paths of blood, in which case. Kill.
Punishments on killing is decided on the alignment of the enemy, killing good enemies shoves your path into that of blood, doing the opposite will end up making you a paladin.
Rewards: Normal Affinity Orb, Material Cache, CHOICE: 3 Items [F] Rank Uncommon at level 30, Greatest contributor gains a passive.
This seemed odd to her, did it screw up it's spell? "Greeting Mortal" is not how you talk. She kept mumbling a bit about grammar and shit before a young man approached her. He had a bird mask on and a long slender sword strapped to his waist. She had already decided to act according to her nature, she had a sneaking suspicion that her bloodline would demand this. If anything she would make her own path.
"Greetings missus, would you like to pair up with me?" The man spoke shyly, he was a level 4, quite garbage compared to everyone here. But he seemed quite an alright guy, so she agreed without much fanfare. "Not really, but I don't see any downsides to it." She shrugged and smiled. He nodded and visibly relaxed. "So if we win, how do we distribute the rewards?" He asked.
"I don't need the Material Cache, and the three items I'll take two and the Affinity Orb, that should be quite equal considering the power difference." She smiled playfully and evilly at him. This caused him to stutter for a bit making her confused. Was he scared? Well she could end the asshole if he tried to steal her shit.
A large beam landed in front of them and soon another, the beams seemed to be carving into the ground. Everyone strolled down the very ominously created entrance and found themselves in a tavern. Beer was in each mug, though the prices listed interested them more. They finally had a handle on what things cost everywhere, nobody here had any money so they kind of just had to suck it up. The beer that is.
Once she stepped into the tavern she felt the rabbit and scorpion disappear. Odd. She'd have to ask her resident god friend person in order to solve this mystery, though that connection was also gone.
Once everyone had drunk their fill a burly man stomped his mug on the table. He then rolled around the floor a bit before jumping on the nearest person and shook his hand. The person was confused.
"You'll all listen to me. We form three groups, tactically and we'll divide the rewards fairly. The ones that do the best to please me and contribute get better rewards, am I being clear? It's the best way we can get something out of it, and survive" He was the only level 6 in the room. Lunetta had learned to compress her Mana, allowing her to appear and fight as if she was at a lower level, she looked to be level 6 at this stage as well.
"You." He pointed to Lunetta. She looked at him with respect. She didn't respect him, she just wanted to hear is shtick before turning him down. He stopped for a moment, took a deep breath before walking up to her. He didn't look bad, just weird.
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Bleidiud looked at everyone around him, he had a plan. The first thing he had to do was make a scene and gather momentum. Before the man could notice him he already had his hand in his. Bleidiud strikes again. 'What a bloody moron' He thought. He hadn't missed the beautiful woman staring at him. Why would he? He was quite perceptive and did good shit.
He mostly did all the good shit so he would have a good "history" thing, he wasn't too familiar about it, but he specialized in axes and rolling. Mostly rolling. He smiled gently and got his flower ready. He then jumped into another roll, heading towards his target.
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'What the hell is this guy doing?" Lunetta though, the guy kept rolling until he was in front of her, then he jumped up. She was ready though and took a step back, the man took a flower out of his right pocket. Honestly she didn't know what she was supposed to do with a flower, she had only heard bees make honey with them and they smell good. She gave it an identify, Crimson Rose[Rare]: A rose that smells quite good, the smell changes slightly to accommodate the users. It was procured from a flowery field, can be used to scent objects or people. Lasts as long another scent hasn't been applied.
She then tried something new with identify, her vision turned a bit bloody for a bit before it clicked. Human[G] Alignment: Neutral Good 100%. This person has done many good deeds for many people. Though his character is questionable at best.
Shady guy with a flower and rolling attacks? She could get behind that, he seems to be quite resourceful. She was mostly making connections at the moment and he seemed to be quite useful in this new world. And thus they set out, a woman with black hair, a man with a weird mask and another man rolling on the ground behind them, he picked up speed every now and then, so he did have some skill.
When they got to a door, it read. "GROUP LEVEL: Treants, fight together to beat treants. Reward: Experience, 500 Credits."
And so they went in, only to be confronted by 9 large tree like beings looking at them. The beings didn't seem to want to fight and were quite peaceful. When one of the groups charged and hit one, nothing happened. The man kept attacking the treant until he backed off and coughed out blood. "These fuckers are weird!" He warned everyone.
Lunetta jumped to one. [Thorny Treant Level 10] quite weak. She simply used her signature moonlit strike, then immediately regretted it. A huge backlash hit back at her that ate around 20% of her health. Calming down she looked at where she had hit, and found the treant utterly destroyed. She had barely used any Mana.
She jumped to the next one, used as little Mana possible and ended up not losing any health when the treant fell. Endurance seemed to have another purpose after all. Not thinking about that anymore she cleaned up the army of treants quite easily and single-handedly. The birdmask man was gaping behind his mask, but nobody seemed to care.
He soon tried to join in, but was swatted away. He too seemed to be a warrior, kind of. When he attacked an image appeared behind him of an eagle, he would the go into a stance and appear where he aimed quite quickly. It seemed to be very effective and was quite average, the rolling guy was the only one with a different style.
She watched him roll to a treant, hit it with his axe mid roll before retracting and rolling again. This continued until the treant was badly damaged and seemed to go a bit crazy, that's when she stepped in. It went down in a single attack. Maybe she had worked a bit too hard to get stronger? She laughed at her own competence.
The guy seemed a bit ashamed and rolled to the next treant, he seemed to switch between sideways and forwards rolling, he had just bopped one of the treants with his body. Maybe he had a class for that? With a bit of further rolling everyone seemed to be in a stalemate. With a sigh she went over and started hacking up the walking trees. It wasn't long after when someone called out something.
She looked up to see a treant falling towards her. She made no effort to run or defend herself. She only attacked. And like this she lost another 20% health to an inferior enemy, but she killed it quite easily. Why not defend? Well, her current defense skills were questionable at best for fighting enemies that fall on you. It works fine if it's a sword or something.
But when a tree falls on you, you either run and get the hell out or you take it. She chose the latter, while it was bloody painful. After a bit of rest she finished off the treants making everyone sigh of relief. They then immediately walked to the next challenge, not giving her time to recover. 'They're playing a game with death' She internally mocked, and right she was.
"SINGLE COMBAT" Was what read next and soon everyone was transported into a new arena. She got enough EXP to level up. Let's see how many freeloaders there were.