Chapter 663 - My Doomsday Territory

My Doomsday Territory Chapter 663: Losing Control Last Chapter Return to Directory Next Chapter Return to Book Page Bamboo Mouse Li blinked its large eyes, tears welling up. Tang Yu remained unmoved. Bamboo Mouse Li barred its teeth and claws, with illusions surrounding it showcasing the fiercest scenes imaginable. Tang Yu still remained unmoved. Bamboo Mouse Li looked pleadingly at Elaine. ...Bamboo Mouse Li admitted defeat. "Why, squeak, it was clearly my suggestion first, squeak, the illusion performance contest was my idea, squeak squeak squeak!" Tang Yu picked up a marker and erased the words "Illusion Arts" off the whiteboard, replacing it with "Magic Arts." The proposer was still me... Bamboo Mouse Li didn’t expect such a maneuver and was momentarily speechless. Tang Yu continued his monologue: "Illusion arts, after all, have a niche appeal, and its scenes are difficult to project into reality, thus lacking much expression. Magic arts, however, are different. Magical performances are not only dazzling but can also conjure artificial fireworks, testing the performer's control. This is also one of the assessment criteria for the Magic Arts class." Preliminaries could be performance-based, and finals could shift into a combat mode... Of course, it would be more entertainment-focused rather than competitive, focusing on countering opponents’ spells, the artistry of moves, and penalizing hits. If magic competitions become popular and the rules are appropriate, it could become a regular competition. Tang Yu envisioned various Olympic events. Clearly, those weren't suitable for now, but switching to "Flying Sword Races" or "Glamorous Spell Competitions" would be apt. It seemed like a good time for a trial. Bamboo Mouse Li pouted, and Tang Yu patted her on the head, "What’s wrong with being a judge? When you're not in a good mood, you can make biased calls, listen to the contestants’ tragic stories to feel better, occasionally share your opinions and receive thunderous applause from the crowd..." Is, is that how it is? Doubtful, Bamboo Mouse Li's eyes scanned his face. Tang Yu’s expression remained unchanged as he continued, "You're still young. Think carefully and you'll realize that contestants can only be on stage briefly, but judges can remain there the whole time..." "Uh... hmm!" She nodded vigorously, getting happy again. Settled... Tang Yu internally praised himself, suddenly noticing Elaine looking at him with a sly smile. As if she was watching a pervert tricking a young girl... Wait, Bamboo Mouse Li just looks young; she's actually an adult, a... ah, nonsense! He was merely persuading, not deceiving! ... Above the main island, three smaller floating islands had been expanded. Between these islands were built over a dozen Sky Bridges, under which rolled a sea of clouds. The Barracks Island housed the Exploration Legion, the Defense Legion, the Fiery Horse Cavalry, and other legions. This is where their daily training was conducted. Majestic training camps lay on the Barracks Island, with one side of the artificial forest home to tens of thousands of exotic beasts. Most members of the Exploration Legion, who were out on missions, had already returned to the Floating Island. "...With the New Year approaching, you've all been given a certain period of leave. During this time, you won't need to go out on missions." Luo Zhe surveyed them. Lu Xiaopeng, Peng Bo, and others, who had just returned from another world, were at the front, smiling upon hearing this. Although they didn’t resent the tasks assigned by the legion, leave was something embedded in the soul — no one disliked it. Just as they were about to applaud, Luo Zhe continued: "Thus, using the time when you’re all on the Floating Island, several other instructors and I have decided to organize a joint training. This is a rare opportunity. If not for the New Year, it would be tough for each legion to gather on the Floating Island. Young men, treasure this training..." The legion Awakeners, with blank expressions, were inexplicably dumbfounded: "???" Chief Instructor, are you the devil? ... Green Shade Adventurers Guild Headquarters. With the New Year approaching, quite a few adventurer groups were taking a short break after finishing their last jobs. Yet, during this period, the Adventurers Guild remained bustling. The spacious first-floor lobby, besides the central area being a help desk, had gradually turned into a café, teahouse, and other leisure and exchange venues. Even though drinks in the guild area were 50% more expensive than those in the commercial plaza and twice the price of ordinary streets... affluent adventurers didn't care. This place was undoubtedly the most well-informed spot in Green Shade. Sometimes, the information heard here was invaluable. Today, few adventurers in the lobby discussed missions; instead, the screens on the wall played content with a festive atmosphere. —New Year Beneficial Events! [During the New Year event from January 28 to February 15, the chances of obtaining A-grade prizes (including A-grade rune equipment, items, books) are doubled, B-grade prizes are tripled, C-grade prizes are quintupled, and a ‘New Year Welcome Prize Pool’ is added, containing dozens of prizes only available during this event…] The calendar inherited from before the apocalypse, with the apocalypse era starting at the abyssal rift outbreak, didn’t suit the newly emerging civilization. “S-grade item Nian Beast (Puppet)! Capable of rivaling Transcendents. It's unbelievable that such a rare item is in the New Year event prize pool! The guild is being extremely generous this time!” Many adventurers coveted the Nian Beast reward... or rather, almost everyone did. The Nian Beast wasn’t the only S-grade reward; there were super-rare divine weapons as well... Though only a Transcendent could fully wield such weapons, and no amount of divine weapons could allow an Awakener to defeat a Transcendent, the Nian Beast was different — it was akin to a fast-track ticket. Even Transcendents fancied a peer-level tank... let alone a New Year limited edition, which could increase in value several times over within months — typical collector's thinking. "Old Five, aren’t you trying your luck?" Wang Wu, lounging on the sofa with legs crossed, glanced at his deputy team leader, "The reason I’m the leader and you're just the deputy is because I’m disciplined. Gambling ruins lives. How could I spend my hard-earned points on a gamble! Hmph, it’s all part of the guild’s scheme!" "Old Five, that Chen Feng guy is drawing now!" Chen Feng, leader of the Divine Wind Adventurer Group, which rivaled the Fiery Adventurer Group, walked up to the screen, verified his identity using his tactical wristwatch, and opened the draw page. —Using a tactical wristwatch, one could connect to the Adventurers Guild system for draws, but there was a legend circulating in the guild that drawing in the lobby allowed one to borrow the luck of numerous onlookers, significantly increasing the odds. "Old Five, Chen Feng chose the highest tier ten-draw, bold indeed!" A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... These tiers represented different odds of drawing an item, but during the New Year event, even a one hundred point single draw could yield S-grade items... Yes, it was undoubtedly the guild’s way of thanking the broad adventurer community. On the screen, a nebula spun rapidly, a dazzling light blossoming from its center. Green, green, blue, purple, blue, gold... A hit! That brilliant golden light immediately captured everyone's attention in the lobby, casting a golden veil across the hall. Even adventurers from nearby leisure areas rushed over to witness the spectacle. A ten-draw with one S-grade Nian Beast and two A-grade top-notch equipment, a massive gain! "Old Five..." Wang Wu hesitated, could collective luck in the lobby really be so effective? That pretty boy Chen Feng not only gained rewards but fame, overshadowing the Fiery Adventure Group... Wang Wu refused to accept it. Isn’t it just a ten-draw! "I’m up!" Wang Wu strode to the screen with determination, touching it with his tactical wristwatch. He chose the ten thousand points per draw option without hesitation, finger moving to the ten-draw column. Casting a glance at that pretty boy Chen Feng, he snorted and pressed firmly. 'Gold, gold, gold, gold...' Feigning calmness, Wang Wu’s heart was pounding with tension. Finally, a beam of light burst from the center of the nebula. Green, green, blue... green. A ten-draw with three blues, matching the number of blue items of Chen the pretty boy. Wang Wu concealed his slightly trembling hand, painfully glanced at the pretty-faced Chen Feng, then pulled out a mirror to examine his own dark, weathered face, indifferent... dripping with metaphorical blood. Why on earth couldn't I control my own hand? (Shortcut Key ←) Previous Chapter | Return to Directory | Add Bookmark | Recommend this Book | Return to Book Page | Next Chapter (Shortcut Key →) Return to Top My Bookshelf Add this Book to Bookshelf Chapter Error/Click to Report Important Statement: All text, directories, comments, images, etc., related to the novel "My Doomsday Territory" are published or uploaded by users or derived from search engine results, and are personal actions, unrelated to the stance of this site. 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