Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 444 - 406
The chaotic gravitational field erupted instantaneously under the mutual interference of nine celestial bodies. The dirt and stones around Nameless were instantly pulverized, and debris and gravel clung to the air, pulling a long trail of sandy rocks from the ground. Atop Nameless, the rocks reconvened into a massive sphere.
Or rather, an asteroid.
The restless gravitational field calmed once more, and the restored gravity attracted and hurled the huge asteroid through the air, slamming it in front of Naizode. The terrifying force easily shattered the ground, and the explosion-like shockwave sent the stone creature flying.
Naizode barely managed to stand up; this was the strongest force he had endured so far, and luckily the asteroid’s landing point was not on him.
"This is..."
"Heavenly Movement All Phenomena."
The manual for simulating a star system fell to the ground, and Nameless looked at his own hands, at the now normally rotating celestial bodies. An unprecedented emotion stirred within him.
That intense feeling of satisfaction supported the entirety of the Lich Nameless.
"Heavenly Movement All Phenomena!"
"Heavenly Movement All Phenomena!"
"Heavenly Movement All Phenomena!"
Nameless repeatedly tried new arrangements of the stars, and wild gravitational fields kept forming around him.
Asteroids, rock spikes, earthquakes, earthen walls. Various violent physical disasters kept occurring around Naizode, and as a Stone Monster, he was nearly buried by the rock and earth.
But he wasn’t the only one with a throbbing headache in the contest; right then, Andrey the Lich was staring intently at the crucial battleground, eyes filled with longing.
"Mr. Gravity, how much longer will Nameless continue to experiment?"
Gravity took a deep breath, "From what I know of Nameless, probably until he gets bored."
"And when will he get bored?"
"That should be when the same divination result appears, but... due to the randomness of the chaotic gravitational fields, the likelihood of repetition might be very, very low."
"Theoretically, he could play till the end of the world."
"!!!"
While Andrey the Lich was preparing to once again challenge the wandering contest’s rules and regulations, someone else lost patience first.
It was Naizode, who had been enduring the onslaught of rocks.
The half-buried Stone Monster roared from within the mound of dirt.
"Wait a moment! Mr. Nameless!"
The anguished and frustrated roar successfully interrupted Nameless’s immersive state.
The turbulent gravitational forces quieted, and the rain of sand and stones fell from the sky, pulled back to the ground by gravity.
Nameless looked at his experiment, dusting off his sleeves.
"What is it?"
The Platinum Stone Monster struggled to pull his lower body out of the dirt and rubble, and due to overexertion, fell to the ground. Following that fall, Naizode felt no desire to get up again. Lying sprawled on the ground, Naizode opened his mouth.
"Mr. Nameless, I am wholly convinced by your strength. It’s clear my body is still not perfect; my time as a Spellcaster is too short. Even if I forced myself to continue, I certainly wouldn’t be able to handle the upcoming opponents, so it’s better to let the illustrious Mr. Nameless continue to dominate the arena."
He was surrendering!
Andrey the Lich was instantly overjoyed; if not for maintaining basic etiquette, he would certainly have rushed over to tear Naizode into pieces to create his own lucky stone.
It was settled, at last, Nameless was going to win.
In the arena, Nameless was in the midst of a brainstorm.
The Gravity tutor really gave me a surprise. My path, my own path. But now, do I have to continue in the arena if I win?
"I concede!"
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This voice appeared even before Naizode’s raised hand.
"Okay! So, the contestant from the Advanced Magic Research Society, Andrey, has chosen to concede, and the winner of this duel is—"
"The Platinum King Naizode the Sixth of the Stone Monster Race!"
Gravity was stunned.
"My student lost? My simulated galaxy lost? I lost?"
Apocalypse was stunned.
"Nameless lost? The Advanced Magic Research Society lost? I lost?"
The Liches of Andrey were stunned.
"Nameless lost? I lost my bet? I lost a sure-win situation?"
Andrey went berserk, and they all cried out in unison.
"WQNMD Nameless!!!!!!"
Lyle realized that the Liches around him suddenly became furiously indignant, cursively furiously, cursing Nameless, and even cursing themselves, just like lunatics. Some had faces of despair, others faces of ecstasy.
It wasn’t until Lyle saw the Snowflake Tickets that the Liches tossed into the air that he understood the reason.
"Betting slips, wager: Advanced Magic Research Society, Nameless. Stake, five hundred million Oliou worth of magical materials."
Liches aren’t a race that cares about money, so when gambling became a form of entertainment. They developed a habit, the all-in. But Liches are still rational beings, usually, they only go all-in on sure wins.
And now, the sure-win had been lost.
All because the side that was supposed to win chose to surrender voluntarily.
Losing some money didn’t matter to the Liches.
Losing all their money didn’t matter to the Liches either, provided that it wasn’t their society’s funds and research money. A Lich unable to conduct experiments might as well be dead!
Screams and howls filled all of Andrey.
Except for the Literary Society, because they were the bookies. Next would be all of Andrey’s Liches who were debtors involved in the gambling.
Lyle looked at the three members of the Literary Society, their skulls quivering, obviously thrilled.
Receiving a large sum of money, witnessing the misfortunes of other Liches. These two pleasures intertwined, creating the ultimate joy.
Wait a minute, why does Delusional Sir’s expression seem off.
Before Lyle could ask, he saw the box hanging on the bone coat rack suddenly unfold, projecting a virtual image above Andrey.
That projection of Delusional Sir was holding his head with both hands, his face in extreme pain, the mechanical voice unique to Delusional Sir emanating from the mini speaker, only this voice was far from the usual coldness, it was burning with passion.
"Nameless! WQNMD! My billion is gone!!!!!!"
"I betrayed my kin and friends for you! I sold my soul and bribed the Black Abyssal Demons’ schedule managers! Your next opponents were absolutely going to help you make it into the top three! I painstakingly smoothed out channels!!!! Spent quite a few favors!!!! And then!!!! You fricking!!!! This is how you repay my hard work and my billion!!!!!! My billion!!!!! My entire fortune!!!!!"
"I even happily came to the arena just to watch your match!!!!!!"
"And this is how you treat us!!!!!! Are you worthy of our trust!!!!!!"
"RNM!!! Refund!!!!!!"
The clamor, spurred on by Delusional Sir, plunged all of Andrey’s Liches into an uproar.
Lyle curled up in his seat, watching his colleagues, their faces now twisted with fear.
A disaster of the Liches was brewing.
The Lich Disaster·Pseudo·Economic Crisis.
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