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Golden Clicker

Having lost his life to truck kun, Lenard found his way into a fantasy world with dragons and magic as Luke, a commoner. What awakened for Luke was the golden clicker system where he needed to physically click for points or spend points for an auto clicker, to where he can become stronger and richer with this system. NOTE - MC DOESNT DEPEND ON SYSTEM MUCH

Acetic · Fantasy
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28 Chs

A Heavy Sword

As the call for #55 reverberated through the plaza, Luke's attention snapped back to the present. The candidate bearing number 55, a tall, muscular young man, stepped forward with a steely determination. He approached the second senior, a man whose imposing presence and battle-worn armor suggested years of experience.

The atmosphere grew tenser with each passing second. The remaining candidates watched with bated breath, their apprehension palpable. Luke's own nerves tightened, his mind racing through possible strategies and scenarios.

The second spar began. The senior knight, an older man with a grizzled beard and a stern expression, moved with surprising speed. He did not engage in elaborate maneuvers; instead, his approach was precise and calculated. With a single, decisive strike, he disarmed #55 and sent him sprawling across the ground.

The display was not just a show of strength but a demonstration of skill and efficiency. The defeated candidate lay on the ground, stunned but unharmed, as the senior stepped back with a measured nod.

The crowd's murmurs grew louder, a mix of awe and anxiety. Luke watched intently, noting the stark difference between the overconfidence of #71 and the raw competence of #55's opponent.

A short while after, Luke's number was called. "273!!" The announcement cut through the air, and Luke stepped forward, his heart racing with anticipation. He was summoned to face the 23rd senior—an imposing figure clad in heavy armor and wielding a massive greatsword.

Standing before the senior, Luke felt minuscule in comparison. The senior's presence was overwhelming, a giant among men. The greatsword he wielded seemed almost as large as Luke himself.

Great, Luke thought wryly, his face twisting into a determined scowl. Just my luck. This should be interesting.

"Begin!!" came the sharp command, signaling the start of the match.

Luke sprang into action, narrowly evading a sweeping horizontal attack from the blunt edge of the greatsword by ducking low. He leaped upward, aiming to capitalize on his opponent's momentary overextension. But as he soared through the air, the greatsword was already swinging back to intercept him, meeting his own blade in a resounding clash.

How does he move that colossal weapon so fluidly? Luke wondered, momentarily stunned by the senior's skill.

With a burst of speed, Luke vanished from view and reappeared behind the heavily armored knight, aiming a precise strike at the senior's exposed head. Yet, once again, the greatsword came crashing down, intercepting Luke's attack with a thunderous clang.

Suddenly, Luke felt a sharp jolt as the senior vanished from his sight. Reacting quickly, he parried a blow aimed from behind and dodged a vertical slash, his movements a blur of agility. Seizing the opportunity, Luke aimed for the senior's side, targeting a potential gap in the armor.

The senior, however, was not to be outdone. With a deft motion, he swung his greatsword to block Luke's attack, the weapon's immense size and weight effortlessly deflecting the strike.

"PASS!!" the senior declared, his voice echoing through the arena. He regarded Luke with a nod of approval, acknowledging the candidate's valiant effort.

Luke met the senior's gaze with a mixture of respect and frustration. Despite the formidable challenge, he had held his own and gained valuable insight into his own abilities. As he stepped back, the sense of accomplishment tempered the sting of defeat.