Chapter 129 - Luck Will Even Out!
In the blink of an eye, the two players were sent back to the stage. The large screen behind them played back the highlights of the game, and one commentator had already switched channels in order to continue to explain what had happened in those scenes.
The screen above it showed the progress of the National Championships. In the area that represented the top 32 contestants, half of the names were already filled in. At this moment, a golden line extended from the name 'Odin' and moved into the area representing the top 16. In the top 32, the players who'd failed to make it into the top 32 were competing amongst themselves, and the names would be filled in as their positions were confirmed.
On the stage, Kiss of the Goddess hadn't yet fully recovered his breath. After taking two deep breaths, he pulled his thoughts back from the underwater scene and smiled as they shook hands.
He refused to leave after the handshake and had a broad smile on his face as he remained in the same camera frame as Odin, squeezing in for a photo before ending the post-match press session.
Of course, the iceberg War God Lord Four had nothing to say. Everyone from the National Championships director to the audience at the scene were all very familiar with his style. The host even took the opportunity to joke around, handing over a microphone shaped like a lollipop.
Tyron: "......"
Tyron accepted the lollipop and spoke expressionlessly, "No."
A party suddenly broke out on the artificial planet as the audience snapped countless precious photos.
The audience expressed: Heeheeheehee! It's so cute I'm crying!!
The interstellar people liked to play around like this, and even the iceberg War God couldn't avoid these poisonous jokes...
In the next game, Tyron discovered that the microphone wasn't a lollipop, but a fairy wand instead... but this was for later.
The public screen was very harmonious regarding today's game, and there was even an overarching atmosphere of tension.
When the roc was in the air, the rainy day cult was busy with, "Enter the water... enter the water... water water water!"
Everyone was staring at the virtual screen with intense eyes and clenched fists, looking as though they could charge over and blow up any shelter at any time!
After the roc entered the water, the cult sang their rainy day hymn, which was adopted from a famous marching song, "Strip, ah, strip, ah, strip, ah... strip! strip!"
Finally, when Odin burst out with that attack in the water, the rainy day cult's 'strip' chant reached its peak!
This left the commentators almost out of breath from suppressing their laughter, and they didn't have enough time to explain what had taken place at the very end. Fortunately, the game ended right then and the audience didn't care about what had happened at the very end.
Fans: OvO It's enough to know that Odin won!
After the rainy day cult had finished with showing its prestige, comments with other styles appeared on the public screen that scrolled on and on, "I originally thought that Lord Four would hate the succubus queen the way he disliked the fire lord..."
"Did anyone see! Her majesty the queen had a pair of cute little tiger teeth!!! It's as alike as two peas with Lord Four's tiger teeth! Exactly the same!! [hoarse yelling]"
The comment area suddenly went off on a tangent again. Several photos of Lord Four and the succubus queen in the same frame were uploaded and posted, especially the one in which the succubus queen deliberately seduced Odin, which triggered a heated discussion as well as the 'Double beauty CP' tag.
"Crack!"
There was another cracking sound.
In the audience area at the equator, Victor smiled gently and picked up Tyron's drink cup that was beside him, squeezing it with his bare hands.
On the other side, in the game playback channel, the comments were clearly much more professional.
As the playback of the game was played back slowly and explained by professional commentators, the audience from all the Star Regions soon had a deeper understanding of the game.
Some people from other provinces once again started to discuss Odin--the assassin who'd appeared for the first time in the National Championships as the champion of the Second Star Province, and they re-evaluated his position in the rankings in their minds.
Some coaches and managers of professional teams or clubs discussed amongst themselves, "It's said that Odin hasn't yet joined a club. Is there a chance for us to win him over?"
"Odin has only played in individual competitions since his debut. It seems that he's only participated in team competitions at the regional level. Since then, he hasn't shown any intention to do again. However, we can give it a try."
"He might not be willing to continue fighting in team competitions. After all, there isn't much time. Would he be willing to participate in PVE?"
"This year's PVE Strategy Competition is quite impressive. The Royal Club seems to have advanced to the final boss in the 700th layer of the abyss. Someone like Lord Four, an assassin who can fight alone, harvest kills in a team, and can launch stealthy attacks, is hard to find. The only problem is the same as other PVP masters--aggro--his attack is too high. Will he make the team unstable in PVE?"
"Just from looking at this game, we can clearly see that Odin's aggro control with the succubus queen is deliberate. What's more, his strength and operations don't need to be discussed, but his strategic thinking is absolutely a huge step ahead of other PVP players. Even if he doesn't know any team routines, he's a rare find for any team."
The coaches and managers had heated discussions filled with a vague sense of excitement. Many people placed Lord Four into their own team as a hypothetical exercise, and suddenly realized that Odin's existence in their team could inject energy into many PVE battlefield routines. He was simply a big golden thigh!
They immediately smoothed out their brows and broke out in smiles, suppressing their impatience to go and speak with Lord Four...
As one could imagine, all their inquiries were like stones tossed into the sea.
Lord Four's official answer went like this: He had no plans to head in the direction of PVE for the time being.
The frustrated managers really wanted to know why, so they followed the gossip traces all the way back to the Earth District.
At this time, Seven Kills' coach Qian Shen had just returned from the Provincial Team Competition, and it could be regarded as a glorious return. It just so happened that the Seven Kills team was still lacking a core, and numerous self introduction letters were pouring in. As head coach, Qian Sen was picking and choosing from among several offers. In fact, a large amount of them came from agility-type contestants. They'd all seen that he'd once managed to get Lord Four and wanted to join because of it.
--As the 'only person who'd ever recruited Lord Four to play in team competitions', he had already become a legend!
Even if he still wasn't very clear about why Lord Four had agreed to fight in the Seven Kills team, this didn't prevent him from putting on a proud act.
Qian Shen: Luck was also a part of his strength! What did the Kiss of the Goddess count as?! I managed to pick up the iceberg War God from the roadside and have him join my team--Laozi was the real king of luck!!!
In fact, the Goddess himself wanted to cry out 'daddy', but for better or worse, he managed to hold back during such an important occasion like the National Championships and didn't show his real nature as a sultry male live broadcast anchor.
He went back to his own live broadcast room before starting to cry to his fans, "Has my face turned black?! Will fortune never love me again? Why did I encounter Odin in the second round? I must have been knocked out and teleported to Africa!"
knocked out and teleported to Africa - this is racist, but africans have 'black' skin, and 'black' faces... and 'black' is unlucky. so he means he's now 'king of black' (unlucky) instead of 'king of europe' (lucky)
Fans: "Revenge will always come hahaha!"
"Luck will always balance out, and what goes around comes around. If you don't believe it, look up and see if heaven spares anyone!"
"There's no helping it. Everyone who can play in the National Championships are top players. However... your luck was really very terrible for you to encounter Odin hahahahaha! They all say that the highest level of difficulty in the A-League isn't 'hell' anymore, it's called 'Odin'. Hahaha!"
"Goddess, don't cry, don't cry, we all love you--speaking of which, where was the treasure chest that should've dropped when you were killed underwater? Where's the luck that should've dropped? Someone come! Let's divide it up and eat it, hahahaha--"
Goddess: QAQ my fans... why are they so different from other people's cute little angels...
Fans matched their anchors.
When he broadcasted, he normally wasn't very serious and his words were frivolous, directly leading to his fans being a group of idle little villains.
The news that went out that night was very lively. Every player in the National Competitions were heavyweights, and news around them spread out at the speed of light, soon becoming part of the information explosion regarding the National Competition.
Someone caught some footage after the game ended, when Odin had just come out from backstage and came face-to-face with his fiance, Mister Victor. After that, in an instant--he was pushed back three or four meters by Victor, hitting the wall with a 'thud'.
The reporter who'd captured this footage was given a fright!
Even Odin looked stunned for a moment, and then Victor pounced on him for a kiss.
There was a 'clang' as the reporter's jaw fell to the ground.
Soon, the husband and husband pair whispered something between themselves. Odin took Victor's hand, and they dived into the crowd. The camera was unable to find them again.
......
At the time, Victor deliberately kissed him aggressively, glaring at Tyron and expressing, "I'm the only one who can kiss you."
Tyron tried to appease him, saying comfortingly, "Of course. Other than you, nobody else can beat me."
Then, the master assassin glanced at the two drink cups that had been squeezed to death and suddenly had a bad premonition.
That night, Victor dressed up in a familiar second lieutenant uniform and broke into a certain someone's room, swinging a slender black baton.
Tyron, who was reading a book, silently set it down. His throat shifted slightly and he said, "At the time, you told me it was illegal to buy a baton."
Victor said, "Oh, I obtained it through coercion."
Tyron's pupils would dilate slightly when he was excited, making him appear more gentle and harmless--like any demon setting out their trap.
The corners of his lips curved up and he hooked his fingers, shamelessly using his beauty as a temptation, "Come closer, let me take a closer look."
Victor approached, lifting up the commander's baton and pointing it arrogantly at his chest. He sneered, "Did the succubus queen's whip hurt? Or does my baton hurt more?"
Tyron answered shrewdly, "I haven't been hit by a succubus whip before. I don't know the answer to that."
Victor smiled like a fox as he knelt over his body. He rummaged around for a good while, then suddenly pulled out a pair of strange handcuffs with fluffy padding! There was a 'click' as he secured Tyron to the head of the bed before turning around and running away.
Tyron: "......"
Wait.
Where was his meat? Where was it?!
The old antique looked down at his current situation, then looked up at the bedroom door that showed no movement, and couldn't laugh anymore.