He was about to join the beta test on the newest VR games, Second World. But an anomaly threw him into a world with familiar rules, a rule he usually only experienced in a game. Now he must use his past gaming experience in this new world. It was no longer a game, it was survival! A strive to reach the highest level possible. Equipped with dual-class of melee and magic user, Jack was set on the path to become the strongest character in this brave new world.
The players in the spectator seats burst into a roaring cheer again. This time, the natives were silent with dark expressions. One loss was okay. Two consecutive losses? This was embarrassing. Almost all the outworlders in the arena were even much lower levels than the native fighters. How did this happen?
Yet, what happened down there was plain for everyone to see. There was no foul play involved. Everything was conducted within the rules.
They heard clapping from the VIP section. It was again the shaman king. The other leaders in that section followed suit.
Seeing their leaders display good sportsmanship, the native spectators understood they couldn't be petty about this. They gave their cheer as well.
Vivian and Ursa returned to their bench as Makadi announced, "We have decided the semi-finalists on Block A from the last two matches. Now, we will proceed with the matches from block B. Please enter the arena, Warsong Rising guild and Giantkiller tribe!"