Volume 15: Organisms and Organisms and Organisms Chapter 45: Bard the Wanderer
Three hours later, on the savage planet Arashdo
'You have a special reminder: Thirty-six players including Li Xiping have been expelled for murder, premeditated crime, endangering public property safety, and attempted assassination of officials. The top 100 candidates have begun to be screened again. The Holy Light Faction once again reminds you that competition is second and friendship is first. Please do not make any incompatible actions on the planets within the Holy Light Faction. We will also support the reward for the whistleblower Gwen. We hope that all players can supervise each other and create a beautiful competitive environment. We will severely crack down on any unfair competition behavior. '
"Huh? There are new seed quotas?"
Wanderer Bard looked at the prompt on the system interface and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"It looks like there are quite a few fearless heroes on the Holy Light side. I can finally have some fun..."
"Big, big brother, there is someone under your feet..."
"Oh, we're still in the game?"
Looking at the trembling referee, Wanderer Bud showed a look of realization and stepped aside.
A muscular player was lying on the ground, panting, looking like he had been taught a lesson. Although the player on the ground looked to be two meters tall, he was still too far behind the two-and-a-half-meter-tall giant Bard the Wanderer, and was outshined in terms of momentum.
Seeing the player on the ring breathing out but not in, the referee showed an expression of pity and waved his hand to send a string of green light. The sunken chest was immediately pulled up by countless green threads and stitched back to its original shape. The player's breathing gradually became stable and it seemed that there was nothing wrong. In the face of this, the referee finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly to the stunned audience.
"The one who ended Black Death Tiger's 29-game winning streak is Bard, the wanderer from the mysterious area! He defeated the famous Black Death with one blow! Please give a speech, winner—"
"... Humph, boring. I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
Grabbing his fur coat from the side of the ring and putting it on, the wanderer snorted coldly and prepared to leave.
"It's just a game, why are you making such a fuss..."
Rubbing his chest and gasping for air, the player on the ring grinned at the beast man who put on his windbreaker and left, muttering in a low voice:
"Damn it, I told you I'd give you the bonus, just let me complete the mission, but you insisted on fighting. You made such a fuss, do you think I'd die in one round? It's a pity for my title mission, I still have to fight thirty rounds to become the Black Boxing Overlord, it's really fucking... It's just a game..."
"…'It's just a game'?"
The underestimated words of the player who was about to step down made the beast-like man stop in his tracks.
Then, he turned around amid the subconscious exclamations of others, and walked in front of the player with big strides. As he screamed in panic, he grabbed the player's throat and lifted him up from the ground.
The muscled beast man looked at the player whose face gradually turned purple and whose lips began to turn blue with a bad look, and his mouth slightly cracked. It was as if a living lion was thinking about how to tear this person apart. After a long while, he let go of his hand and let the player fall to the ground. Amid the awkward cough of the player, the lion-like man squatted down, grabbed his hair, and lifted his confused face in front of him.
"You said this is just a game?"
His eyes widened like copper bells, and his voice was filled with a terrifying aura, which even made the player hold his breath subconsciously with a look of fear on his face.
"What a joke... Isn't the time spent in the game your time? Isn't the energy consumed in the game your energy? Don't make excuses for your own waste. Even if you play games for entertainment, it is your time and thoughts, not something made up out of thin air. Games and reality? When have these two ever been separated? Huh?"
Games have their own way of playing, and reality has its own way of playing. It's okay for reality to despise games, and it's okay for games to despise reality in return. However, only those who have spent a lot of time and money on games but still say "it's just a game" are the real rubbish.
Because he does not take that part of his life seriously and does not acknowledge his own life.
What’s the difference between a person who doesn’t acknowledge his own existence and garbage?
"Pah... waste of time. What a waste."
Looking at the player who was terrified and dared not speak, Wanderer Bard spat and jumped out of the arena as if he had lost interest.
"It's just that I'm better at playing games, why are you showing off..."
“…”
Hearing the unconvinced voice coming from behind him, Bud's face became more gloomy.
The tangled muscles made a roar like thunder, and the powerful heartbeat surged in the darkness, sending countless life blood to all parts of the body. In the horrified eyes of many people, the originally tall Bard directly grew a whole head taller in a breath.
What was even more bizarre was that his skin began to turn dark red, with cracked lines around it. The red electric light began to make a slight crackling sound on his body. As he breathed, Bard's body became taller and stronger. Within a few seconds, his skin made an embarrassing tearing sound, and the cracked lines on his body flickered, as if he had turned into a terrifying black iron war weapon.
"Do you have the guts... to say it again?"
With his back to the players on the stage, Bard, who was now more than twice as big as he was, whispered hoarsely:
"I've given you a chance. You've wasted your life and denied your life. I'll kill any scum I see. I don't want to see scum like you ever again. So I—"
"Hey, Bud, hurry up, the team is missing you."
"...Heh. You're lucky."
Hearing the sound that suddenly echoed from the entire arena for some unknown reason, the wanderer grinned and raised his hand high.
Then, accompanied by a strange noise, a beam of light shone directly on him, disintegrating his body and pulling the ball of black sand into the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye. After a long while, the buzz of discussion came from the crowd.
"That's the Free Alliance's reception beam... What on earth is he doing here?"
“He looks like an old man with a lot of stories to tell!”
"Looks so strong..."
"…Pah, I think he's just here to show off."
Watching the man melt in the light, the player climbed up from the ring in a panic, touched the remaining bruises on his neck awkwardly, spat at the dissipating light column with a look of resentment, and said angrily.
