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After finishing his explanation, Cynrik fell silent and only offered one or two-word answers in response to the multitude of questions sent by either Saylin or Geralt. Before long, the Opening Ceremonies were called to a close, and the teams were escorted out in the order they arrived. 'So what now? Normally, if I was watching from home, I would have already gotten up and walked away.' Cynrik asked as he stood up and took in the sights of the Arena. 'Wait…Brance, is he serious right now?' Geralt asked…
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Brance found himself at a loss for words when confronted about his presence in the ; luckily for him, however, a certain young lady was ready to hop in and save his ass from a potential interrogation. 'Pardon me for interrupting, sirs, but I have been here the whole time, too. As for why neither of you can pick up on other people while part of my connection, that is simple. Think of it as a one-way call where the other person is muted. A formal link isn't made until another party speaks up. Thus you won't…
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Brance's eyes kept moving toward Cynrik's left hand as his agitated older brother continuously made a slight flick-like twitch every half second. The motion, in essence, was just enough to move but not enough to trigger the ejection mechanism of the Assassins Tool. Surveilling his surroundings, Cynrik noticed that only the people from his tournament bracket were currently on the ground level of the Arena's open area. In contrast, all the other teams, be they Tier-1 or higher, had been assigned special…
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"Hey, Kid, You're up; get in there, and don't freak out due to the flashing lights, music, and roaring audience sounds. We have a live feed broadcasting from several hundred Arenas around the continent, so it's pretty noisy in there." With near-perfect timing, The headset man stepped over and spoke to Cynrik. At first, he wanted to give some time for the two men to finish their argument, but with several people screaming GO in his ear, the headset man couldn't allow them to continue any longer. 'Walk and…
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In a flash of golden light, Cynrik replaced his battle dress with the sleek, tight-fitting golden uniform. With a tug, he then adjusted the sleeves and fingerless gloves before reaching up with both hands, pulling the uniform hood up to cover his head, and turning to face the curtain leading to the Arena. 'Anyway, after throwing my attack, I sunk back into what I call the Shadow Realm, an alternate reality space that I have access to. And before you complain about me being reckless, my Ravens and I…
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"Heyah, Cynrik Jetlensr, leader of VSFA's Tier-3 team, man, it's crazy that we just had a small earthquake, amirite? Anywho it seems the Tier-2 team has already made their entrance. If my timing is correct, we should be good to go, right?" Cynrik told the confused man before waving toward the rest of the group to drop their stealth skills. "You, what, where, HUH? Hold up, did you say you are the leader of the Tier-3 VSFA Team?" Looking from Cynrik to all the other members of MyrkLys, along with the two…
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While Cynrik was charging up his Umbral Tailed Beast Bomb in the Shadow Realm, dozens of beings who could be considered "Higher-Ups" from different organizations around the continent were thrown into a panic by his and the two Ravens' actions. Three were in the same VIP booth as Geralt and Saylin. However, unlike what one would expect, instead of causing an uproar, two of the three quickly and quietly left while furiously typing away on their Watcets, leaving the final one, Colonel Brenden Hawthrone,…
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-Your Faction Leader Cynrik Jetlensr has Killed a Level 22 Tier-3 Adept Assassin.- -Your Faction Leader has killed a being more than ten times your primary level; rewards will be multiplied by a quadruple multiplier.- -You have received 1,760,000 XP.- -You have received 12 AGI- -You have received 12 DEX- -You have obtained 4 KIN points- -Four Fire/Earth Codexes have been transferred to your Faction Leader's inventory.- Brance roared in the mind link. However, unlike the cocky and dismissive answer…
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With careful and expert-level precision, Cynrik efficiently guided MyrkLys, Kurza, Rimsfel, and Garrison into position after he was sure multiple layers of stealth skills covered them. .]] Cynrik added as he dropped down several meters and glided into position under his first target. ] Brance replied as he calmly observed his surroundings while filing in behind everyone, careful not to disturb the ground by kicking any rubbish lying about. Down below, Cynrik floated on his back with his eyes closed,…
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In the Shadow Realm, half a dozen meters below the Tier-1 and Tier-2 VSFA Teams, Cynrik clapped his hands loudly, causing everyone to flinch, before he began speaking. "Change of plans, no riot for you lot, blame Brancie; instead, I will have to do some micromanaging. Here's the plan; above us, you will see the two teams and the chaperones from our Academy." Cynrik stated as he pointed out above. "When they approach the tunnel leading into the Arena, I will position you directly under them. Before they…
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