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Chapter 187 – Round 11 Results Tally
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“Damn it! Chikushouoooo!!!”
The Japanese Player, Uetsuhako Manichi, let out a thunderous roar.
After succeeding three times in a row—red, red, red—he bet on black in the fourth game.
Honestly, after it came up three times in a row, he thought it was about time black showed up.
But red hit four times in a row, and he blew not only all the points he’d earned, but even his principal.
Why am I such a damn bakayaro! Damn it! I have to get my principal back—my principal!
In the end, in the fifth game, Manichi bet everything he owned, and again he chose black.
How likely was it, really, that red would come up five times in a row?
And yet it actually happened.
“Damn it! Bakayaro! Baka, baka!!!”
He screamed while clawing at his own head.
Back in the day, he’d messed with pachinko a bit, so he’d been brimming with confidence—who knew he’d end up completely broke like this?
Self-loathing washed over him until he felt like he wanted to kill himself on the spot.
“I’m finished… sniff… I’m finished.”
If there was any consolation, it was that it wasn’t just one or two people who’d gotten ruined like him.
Still, thank god. Even if I hit 0 points, I don’t have to worry about being erased.
In the points calculation result by zone that had appeared three hours ago, Manichi’s Japan team ranked 10th.
At this level, no matter how badly they collapsed, they wouldn’t fall below 95th.
He didn’t have to worry about being erased, but that didn’t make him feel better.
No matter what anyone said, the sense of loss from throwing away every point he’d earned over 23 hours was beyond words.
I want to go home already.
He wanted nothing more than to return and sleep deeply, but the game wasn’t over yet.
[All right, next up, High-Risk participants, get ready.]
There were three people left who had chosen the High-Risk method.
Honestly, it was a game not even worth watching.
Idiots. Betting your life on a 1.5% chance. You really are pathetic loser bastards.
He guessed that the bottom-ranked teams, on the brink of being erased unless they hit 200×, had taken the challenge.
No sane person would think they could win a 1.5% chance.
[Those who chose High-Risk will automatically go all-in with all points, and you must get six consecutive games correct. Then I will shuffle the cards.]
Two cards were rapidly shuffled, and one was presented forward.
[Please choose the color of the card I’m holding out within 1 minute.]
Maybe because it was the first game, the three people were careful beyond careful.
No—Black Scythe had finished choosing the moment it began, but the other two couldn’t.
Because their fingers held the line between erasure and not.
If you can’t win anyway, hurry up and pick. Tsk.
While Manichi grumbled, the full minute ran out.
[Have you chosen? Hoho, from the first game, fate has already split. Two chose red, and one chose black. So who will be eliminated? Dugu-dugu-dugu…!]
As if he alone was enjoying this, the angel laughed and opened the card.
[Ta-da! The first correct answer was black.]
“Gah…!”
“Aaaah…!”
The two who chose red were eliminated from the very first game.
Manichi sneered at the guys who collapsed to the floor in a daze.
Bakayaros. What were you even expecting? Getting six in a row is statistically impossible.
All it meant was they got eliminated a little earlier than they would’ve later.
Thinking of it that way would be easier on the mind, too.
That guy who got it right just now will probably start bawling soon too.
Clicking his tongue, Manichi waited for the game to end quickly—without even realizing the opponent was the famous Black Scythe.
If it was fast, he’d drop on the second one.
That was what Manichi thought, but the situation flowed differently than expected.
[The second correct answer is also red. Hooh, you got it right again, amazingly! Now you only have to get four more. Heh-heh!]
[The third correct answer is black. Wow, what incredible luck. Three in a row! You’re halfway there! Keep it up. Heh-heh.]
That lone man got three correct in a row.
It wasn’t something to be shocked about.
Manichi himself had reached three in a row, too.
Hmph. Lucky bastard. But let’s see how long that luck lasts.
They said he was halfway there, but now was the real hurdle.
The probability of continuing to win in a row would keep dropping.
But even that thought changed only after he saw the fourth result.
[The fourth correct answer is red. Hoho, you got even this right. If you’d done Standard, you would’ve earned 16× by now.]
When he hit four in a row, even Manichi couldn’t help but be startled.
When he turned his head, other people’s expressions weren’t much different.
It wasn’t simply that they were shocked by “four in a row.”
That bastard… how can he be that calm?
He chose the correct answer with a face calmer than anyone.
And he did it quickly, without even a second of hesitation.
It’s like he already knows the answer.
He was clearly no ordinary person.
Even after getting four in a row, he didn’t look happy at all.
He just calmly chose the next answer.
To have that little change in expression… he’d be good at poker.
Even Korean Players, who hadn’t expected much, had their eyes widen at Black Scythe’s run.
“Black Scythe got four in a row.”
“That means if he gets just two more, it’s 200×, right?”
“This… maybe Black Scythe might actually hit the jackpot?”
“Then our country can survive safely too!”
With everyone’s attention focused, the fifth game began.
This time too, Ryu Min chose a color without the slightest hesitation.
[Now then, which color of the two will the card b— You already chose? Haha, if you pick without thinking like that, you’ll get taken out in one shot, so then I’ll just reveal the ans—]
The angel’s face, which had seen him get it right again, turned sour.
[…The correct answer was black. You got it right again.]
“Waaaa! Jackpot!”
“He got it again?”
“Is this real?”
At the angel’s dejected words, the Players erupted in cheers.
That was how immersed they were in Black Scythe, how much vicarious satisfaction they felt.
Because he was running through a realm they couldn’t succeed in.
“Now he only has to get one more right!”
“The odds are 50%!”
“If he gets it this time, he can win 200×!”
“Black Scythe, fighting!”
People trapped behind the transparent barrier cheered for Black Scythe in their own languages.
Some, out of jealousy, cursed inside, hoping he’d crash and burn.
There are always humans who can’t stand seeing someone else do well.
With a snort, Ryu Min stepped into the final choice.
Contrary to their curses, the goddess of luck was on his side.
[The sixth choice is complete. And the result is…!]
At the angel’s drawn-out tease, the Players were more tense than the person involved.
Since even the angel didn’t know the result until he flipped the card, he was thinking inside that he hoped it would go wrong.
But contrary to that thought—
[Ah. Hahahahaha.]
There was no disruption to Ryu Min’s plan.
[The sixth correct answer was black. Congratulations. With six consecutive wins, you have won the High-Risk game.]
“WAAAAAAAAAA!”
A thunderous roar shook the cavity of the space.
Thunk—!
“Gkhh-eok!”
An arrow flew in and lodged perfectly between a Player’s eyebrows.
Yang Chuiwen, who had ended the opponent’s breath in one strike, approached with a sinister smile.
He pulled the arrow out of the limp opponent, then lightly licked the blood stuck to the arrowhead.
“Even if it’s an avatar made in another world, the taste of blood is the same as reality.”
Ranked #1 in the Black Society’s hierarchy, he started killing people the moment Round 11 began—true to his Hunter class.
If you got points by killing Players, there was no reason not to kill.
“How many have I killed so far?”
To Yang Chuiwen’s question, Jang So-wi, ranked #2 at his side, answered respectfully.
“Exactly 552.”
“And the time left until the Round ends?”
“One minute remains.”
“Heh-heh, I used the time so efficiently.”
Yang Chuiwen looked at the progress window.
[Points acquired by the China team: 30,621,490]
[Points acquired by Yang Chuiwen: 220,840]
[Time remaining until the Round ends: 00:00:54]
Seeing the team points—over thirty million—made a smile form on its own.
No matter how you look at it, our zone is first place.
Four hours ago, even in the calculated results, his zone was in first.
There was no way the lower ranks could catch up in such a short time.
Because in the final stretch, they’d hunted humans even harder than before.
Thanks to the team uniting to hunt humans for 24 hours, they could achieve the accomplishment of “team 1st place.”
Not just the team—my personal score is probably 1st too.
He hadn’t wasted a single minute, a single second, killing humans.
Since those were points earned through bloody effort, he didn’t doubt that he was first.
“Jang So-wi.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“How many points do you have?”
“Roughly 160,000 points.”
“That’s not much. But don’t worry. It’s obvious China is first place.”
“I’m not worried. More than that, let me congratulate you in advance.”
“Congratulate?”
“Isn’t first place in personal performance basically yours, Boss?”
“Of course.”
“I heard the rewards get better starting this Round, so congratulations.”
“What congratulations. It’s just zone ranking first place like always. At this point, it’s to the point of being boring.”
He spoke like that, but the smile at the corner of Yang Chuiwen’s lips didn’t leave.
I’m looking forward to it. What the first-place reward for this Round will be. What I’ll be able to buy in the Special Shop that opens.
Since the zones had been unified into one, placing first this time was practically the same as being 1st across all zones.
Jang So-wi knew that, so he casually brought up Black Scythe.
“No matter how much it’s Black Scythe, this time he’ll have to give up the first-place spot.”
“Of course. Naturally. No matter how much it’s him, could he have more points than me, after I killed hundreds of people for 24 hours straight?”
“There’s no way.”
“That bastard Black Scythe will have his first-ever record of being #1 broken. Because of me—Yang Chuiwen.”
While Yang Chuiwen smiled and arrogantly lifted his nose—
[The time limit has ended.]
[Moving to the neutral area.]
With the time limit ending, everyone was moved to a colorless space.
[Hoho, is it just my imagination, or are there fewer people than at the beginning?]
An angel appeared as if he’d been waiting, looked over the gathered people, and spoke.
[The starting number was 130,000, but now it’s down to 80,000? Did you kill each other to earn points or something?]
He said it with a twirling smile, as if it wasn’t a question he already knew the answer to.
[Well, whatever. No matter the number of people, you survive according to team point rankings. Then shall we look at the tally results to see which teams survived?]
There’s nothing to see—we’re first, obviously.
Snickering, Yang Chuiwen raised his lips into a winner’s smile as he looked at the results window that appeared.
No—just as he was about to.
★ Round 11 Results Tally ★ <Zone-by-Zone Points Calculation Results>
1st. C3-ESKA001 Korea (34,269,330 points)
2nd. C3-ECHNA003 China (30,621,490 points)
3rd. C3-EBRA004 Brazil (30,264,000 points)
4th. C3-EMXA003 Mexico (29,931,360 points)
5th. C3-EINDA001 India (29,602,040 points)
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10th. C3-EJPNA002 Japan (28,004,220 points)
What? Second place?
At the fact that his team was 2nd, not 1st, Yang Chuiwen’s expression hardened.
And what the hell is this? First place is… Korea?
A country that hadn’t even been visible in the Top 10 was sitting squarely in first, its name planted there.
That’s impossible. You’re saying they gathered enough points in just four hours to surpass our zone?
It was absurd, but compared to the results window that would appear shortly, this was nothing.
[What you just checked was team performance, and now, shall we take a look at individual performance?]
When the angel flapped his wings, a new tally window appeared. <Individual Points Calculation Results>
1st. Black Scythe (Lv90 Reaper) Points Held 20,804,000
2nd. Yang Chuiwen (Lv50 Hunter) Points Held 220,840
3rd. DarkSoul (Lv50 Sniper) Points Held 200,120
4th. Swingman (Lv49 Martial Artist) Points Held 194,200
5th. FirstWarrior (Lv49 Sword Master) Points Held 184,880
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10th. Jang So-wi (Lv48 Assassin) Points Held 161,200
“Th-that can’t be.”
At the shocking results, Yang Chuiwen’s mouth fell open.
Because the gap between 1st and 2nd was nearly 100-fold.