The Three Levels of Death. Apart from the change of venue and fewer contestants, the rules of the matches were also changed.
Points and advancement rules remained the same. Compared to the previous levels, the points required to advance to the next level were lower because there were fewer contestants in the last three levels.
The only change was the rules of picking opponents. In the previous levels, the contestants were picked on the spot and the matches began immediately. The Three Levels of Death, on the other hand, were picked the day before. The contestants were given a night to prepare before the matches began the next day. This way, the audience would know the matches on the second day in advance and have enough time to choose the matches they wanted to watch. This was how Sky Tower made its money.
Many popular contestants' matches would be decided a week or two in advance so that the organizers would have enough time to advertise the matches.
Due to this, Angor had to wait until tomorrow if he wanted to watch a match.
Angor stayed in the arena to watch a few more matches. The contestants were all elites at the same level. Without his alchemy weapon, Angor would not be able to win one match even if there were ten of him.
After getting a general idea of how strong the contestants were, Angor went to the lottery area to pick his opponent for the next day.
The staff member was a skinny old man with a ponytail. He crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette, and read a book. He looked very relaxed.
When he got closer, he smelled the sweet scent of smoke. Angor did not smoke himself, but that did not stop him from judging the quality of tobacco. The old man must be smoking something better than Nausica's.
"Hello, grandpa. I'm here for the lottery." Angor was influenced by Jon's Confucian culture since he was a child, so he always respected the elderly.
The old man looked away from his book with red-rimmed eyes.
You got red-rimmed from reading a book? Seems like a sentimental senior. Angor thought to himself.
The braided old man did not even look at Angor. Without saying anything, he reached out his hand and opened his palm.
Angor was surprised. He did not know what the old man was trying to say.
The old man curled his hand and urged Angor to hurry up.
Was he trying to bribe Angor? Why so blatant? Angor recalled how when he was a child, those who tried to curry favor with old Viscount Padt would try to bribe him and Leon through indirect means. Angor knew how to do this since he was a kid. However, it was always others who tried to bribe him. He never tried to bribe anyone.
He carefully took out a magic crystal from his pocket and placed it in the old man's hand.
After the old man with the pigtail took it, he was about to brush it on the machine beside him when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He carefully looked at the item in his hand, and his eyes widened.
"Hey, little brat, why are you giving me magic crystals?" The pigtailed old man was furious. "Are you trying to bribe me?"
Did he guess wrong? The braided old man didn't want money from him?
The pigtailed old man shouted angrily, "You want to bribe me with a magic crystal? Don't even think about it! "
"So I don't have enough crystals?
"No! No matter how many magic crystals you give me, I won't be bribed! Unless you can help me find the collector's edition of this book! "The pigtailed old man looked unyielding as he picked up the book on the table.
He finally saw the title of the book: A Cool Summer.
What was important wasn't the title of the book, but rather the fact that the cover revealed two naked women.
What a shameless old man!
After a brief explanation, he finally told the old man what he wanted to do.
"So you're a newbie who just got promoted." The old man stroked his beard and showed a merciful look. "I asked you to give me your information card, not to bribe me."
The old man chuckled and put away the magic crystal Angor gave him without any shame.
"This is a small lesson for you. Young man, you need to learn to not make mistakes."
Angor clenched his fists under his robe.
"Give it to me, your information card."
Angor resisted the urge to punch the old man and handed the card to him. The old man took the card and checked it carefully. Then he suddenly looked at Angor with a strange look.
Even with his wizard robe, Angor still felt his scalp going numb.
This old man is not simple. The thought crossed his mind. Just the look alone was enough to make him feel uneasy. This was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Hoho." The old man chuckled. "I was wondering who it was. It's you."
"You know me, sir?"
"No. But I know you. That little girl Melantha has a good impression of you."
Melantha was the manager of Sky Tower. Calling Melantha a "little girl" meant that this perverted old man must be someone important.
Angor was puzzled. Did these people have nothing better to do? Why did they all come to the lottery box?
As Angor pondered, the old man scanned the card on a machine nearby and returned it to Angor.
"Are you sure you want to do it now?" The old man with the pigtail casually picked up the lottery box and shook it. Sparse sounds came from the box. "Did you hear that? There aren't many contestants in the pool. Since Melantha thinks so highly of you, I can give you some inside information … "
"There are only thirteen contestants in the pool … and eight of them have their points on the ranking list."
The old man pointed at the poster behind him. On the poster was a table that recorded the ranking list for the 13th level of the Sky Tower.
The so-called ranking list was actually a ranking list. However, the ranking list was not based on strength. It was based on total points.
The ranking list listed the top 50 contestants in the current level. Points did not represent strength, but a high number of points still reflected one's strength to a certain extent.
Currently, the first place had 197 points, the second place had 154 points, the third place had 99 points … and the 50th place had 47 points.
Angor looked at the ranking list and frowned.
He remembered that he only needed 45 points to advance to the next level. All the contestants on the list had more points, but none of them chose to do so.
"The last three levels are about the same, so it doesn't matter whether they advance or not. Once you're on the ranking list, you'll receive a monthly amount of merit points. Advancing to the next level will remove your current points, so many people just give up, "the old man explained.
"I see."
"Now you know that most of the contestants in the pool are on the ranking list." The old man chuckled. "With your strength, even if you have an alchemy weapon, you won't be able to advance."
"Thank you for the reminder, sir. But I'll do it," Angor said.
"Do as you wish." The old man handed the lottery box to Angor.
Angor reached his hand into the box. As the old man said, there were not many balls to choose from.
He took out a random orb with the number "000539".
Soon, the screen in front of the old man showed a row of words: [Baron Milk VS Wasteland Warrior]
"Tsk tsk tsk. You're so unlucky to run into someone on the ranking list." The old man shook his head.
Wasteland Warrior, 37th place on the ranking list, 69 points.
According to Dave's information, this Wasteland Warrior was a level-2 apprentice who had absorbed the bloodline of an Earth Salamander. Angor believed that ordinary golden arrows would not be able to break through such a high defense.
"I still need to draw," Angor said.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
The old man did not say anything. He looked at Angor's confident expression and began to doubt. He already used a special spell to scan Angor's body. Apart from the alchemy weapon on his wrist, he did not find anything else worth mentioning. Why was Angor so confident?
"Alright. I'm looking forward to your … tricks." The braided old man thought Angor was asking for trouble. He would not have reminded Angor at all if Sunders was not behind him. "Go on with the draw. You and Melantha agreed that the interval between the two matches is five minutes. However, there are too few people in the pool, so we have to cancel the agreement for now. As for the exact time of your match, we will rearrange it when you come over tomorrow morning. "
"Now." The old man placed the lottery box in front of Angor.
The second match: [Baron Milk VS Twilight of Night]
Twilight of Night was still on the ranking list. He was ranked 41st with 61 points.
Angor checked the information. Twilight of Night was also a level-2 Bloodline apprentice. Angor did not know what kind of bloodline Twilight of Night had. He only knew that Twilight of Night was very fast.
Angor wondered if Twilight of Night was faster than Toby.
"I'm going to draw again," Angor said to the old man.
The old man narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "You have zero points now. Two draws is the best you can do. If you want to fight more matches every day, you need to at least get enough points first. "
The old man was right. Angor's current score was zero. The Three Levels of Death had a ranking list. If he lost once, he would have negative points. Why would other people help him?
Also, if he was killed in his first match, he would have been killed.
If that happened, he would be giving away points for free.
This was not good for the Sky Tower. If he did not show his strength, other people would not help him.
With that in mind, Angor did not argue. He nodded.
"Before you leave, I have to warn you. Don't die." Or I'll have a hard time explaining to Sunders … The old man repeated the last part of his sentence in his mind.
"Thank you, sir."
"Don't call me that. My name is Baroque."
…
People often referred to the last three levels of the Sky Tower as the Three Levels of Death, as if one had to go through three levels to reach the top.
However, for Angor, it was not three levels. It was two levels. His goal was to reach the top. Once he reached the 15th level, he would not need to fight anymore. In other words, Angor only needed to face people from the 13th and 14th levels.
For Angor, these were the last two levels. He should be able to use many of his hidden tricks now.
Toby had helped him practice his coordination skills these days. It was time to take him out for a walk.
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