John Williams
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- The tournament slots will be finalised in 5..4..3..2..1..! The final list is now out! All top 10,000 contestants have been sent a tournament invite. Stage 1 commences in 48 hours and requires a participation of 3-5 team members. For more details check the official University forum Max smiled in satisfaction as he saw the university wide varsity notification, he had gotten the tournament invite and his official rank at the end was a very close 9820. However, he was a whole 25,000 points clear of rank…
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Max checked the top 10,000 rankings and saw himself at a very dicey 9201th spot. Although he had some leeway between himself and the 10,000 th spot, the last day before the tournament was bound to be crazy with those around 10-12,000th ranks trying their best to somehow make it to top 10,000. This meant that Max was left with a tricky situation where he could not take it easily, however, he could not even take any big risks as unlike his friends who were at least in a group of three when they went in the…
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( Two days before the end of the year tournaments start ) " Ouch, can you be a little more gentle? " Asiva complained to Max as the latter applied medicine on her wounds. " Are you not the same girl who had her skin ripped to her bones and still did not utter a single sound, are you not Asiva the Bloodless? ". Max teased as he began applying medicine a lot more gently. " Max, I will rip your skin from your bones if you call me that name again " Asiva said gritting her teeth. 9 months had passed since…
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Max's training got even more intense as the month went on, however, he was annoyed at the fact that his road to the university became much more difficult without his team by his side. Although his reputation as the hound made it so that some small groups let him slide, on average he needed to engage with at least 3-5 groups a day on his way to university and while he did manage to defeat a few of them, he had to flee 9/10 times in order to not be killed. Eventually things became so bad for Max that he…
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After the match, Benedict kept roaring on the forums for a rematch, however, Max was least interested in entertaining his childish demands. Benedict was face slapped hard by Max and it was an insult that he was not willing to carry for life. He desperately wanted to find Max and pull him for a rematch, however to his dismay Max was nowhere to be found. A big change occurred in the university as the principal announced that this year's end of the year tournament would see a slight change. Every year,…
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Max observed Benedict's attacks like a hawk. For the first 2 minutes of the match, Benedict looked to be completely in control as Max was seen to be completely on the defensive. " What happened Max, where did the tough guy talk go? ". Asked Benedict as he smiled and thrusted his sword towards Max's abdomen as Max parried with his sword. Max was absolutely calm despite the opponent's provocation as he knew that unlike what it appeared to the audience, the real individual controlling the tempo of this…
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Rudra and Max went out on a walk on the streets of upside after breakfast, to have some quality brother time, as the two caught up after a long time. " Your strength has improved considerably Max, I've not seen better numbers at level 30. Good job! ". Rudra said after breakfast to Max, as the latter felt embarrassed listening to the praise. " Thank You brother, but tier one is simply nothing, the road is long ". Max replied " Indeed, but it's still good to have some pride, a prideful man always has his…
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Max celebrated his promotion with his three friends in a rare small party inside the dorm canteen, as the four of them sat around a table and enjoyed juicy steaks of meat as Max paid for the meal. Sebastian and Asiva ate voraciously, gobbling down 600 gold coin premium alien meat steaks like they were eating a vine of grapes, eating 20-25 plates each as Max felt his stomach turn, calculating the expense every time they ordered a repeat. Asiva was very happy, as she let out a rare smile shocking everyone…
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" Hmm, what skills should I choose? " Max wondered " What sort of a skill is ' Leap' that's an absolutely useless skill? What does the system think that 'I' , ' Ravan' the mighty can't jump? Such an insult! " " SYSTEM! , I choose the skills Sword Intent and Overhead slash! " - Basic skills have been confirmed, please move-on to choose class specific skills. " Hmmm, class specific skills" Max murmured, looking at the options " SYSTEM! heed my call! I Ravan the mighty, choose the skills brainwash and…
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' Inky, pinky pon key ' Max mumbled in his mind as his finger landed on the foot soldier option. Max stared at the foot soldier option as he blinked his eyes twice and contemplated whether or not he should really choose the foot soldier class. " No, fuck this shit, Ravan is not going to be a fucking foot soldier, His destiny is to be a king! A fucking vampire god! ". Max said in a maniacal tone as he disregarded the inky pinky result. ' Don't choose the blood shaman class Max, choose the primordial…
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