First Win And Encounter

Before Trent could do anything else, the game's full global system appeared before his view, displaying a yellow text filled with euphoria.

--:--Congratulations!~1/50~ Nightingale .1500

'Oh! Game's over?!' Trent exclaimed shockingly as he hopped off the hoverboard that seemed to be disintegrating out of his arsenal. The game was over, so any picked-up item during the Battle Royale would vanish unless one reacquired them once again.

[Congratulations, You have won your first match!]

[View Killcam?] [YES] or [NO]

Trent decided he had no time to watch himself do what he does best and he selected [NO], watching the System list the outcome of the game.

[Daily Mission: Win one match ~ completed]

[Reward: 10 EXP]

[Daily Mission: Perform a Headshot ~ completed]

[Reward: 20 EXP]

[Seasonal Mission: Perform an Execution ~ completed]

[Reward: 50 EXP]

[Seasonal Mission: Weapon Self-Mastery ~ (Hawkeye67 Blaster) completed]

[One Man Army crest acquired!]

[Untouchable crest acquired!]

[Eagle's eye crest acquired!]

[A Squad's Nightmare crest acquired!]

[...loading..]

[Congratulations, Nightingale. You have been Ranked #3 world-wide!]

'Ooff! That's nice, really nice,' Trent thought. "Display my player profile, I wanna see it up close."

[Ding!]

[ZubbeeRink and 469 others have just sent you a friend request. Do you accept?]

"Nope, I do not."

[Ding!]

[ZubbeeRink and 1,609 others have just sent you a friend request—]

"Can you fuckin' turn that notification off?"

[OK]

[Ding!]

[TheChosen1 and 42 others have just requested to join your clan. Do you accep—]

"And this one as well. Put them off."

[OK] The system replied dubiously and displayed his overall profile stats.

:[IGN: Nightingale]:

\Lv. 1500/\Likes. 24,167/\Ranking. 3/

:[Rank: GrandMaster]:

\Crests. 4/

:[Clan: The Knights of The Vale]:

\Lv. 0/

[You will be transported away from the map, so the next set can begin their Battle Royale]

Trent exhaled and waited for the countdown to elapse. While he waited, he noticed something happening above the hill where he stood at the bottom. A swirl of wind was generating itself like a vortex, and a purple light was being emitted, getting brighter and brighter every second.

Trent glared at it with interest, unsure if that was supposed to happen to the winner of the Battle Royale because he never remembered creating such an activity.

He stood still, his gaze fixed intently at the top of the hill, watching the purple light flicker. The light had started expanding, and what was once a tiny dot rapidly grew, expanding its circumference and revealing its 2D interior vortex.

'What the heck?' Trent thought, standing his ground, unfazed by whatever might come out of it.

Suddenly, the hooves of a horse stepped out, followed by the upper body of a female. Seconds later, a full centaur emerged from the portal, her dark, obsidian eyes glaring down at Trent with hate.

"What the fuc'?" Trent muttered in disbelief, his eyes quickly moving to the exposed breasts of the female centaur, her perky nipples standing out proudly.

[Transportation Failed!]

[Retrying...]

Trent looked at the staff the centaur wielded and noticed the sharp tip glowing with a tiny ball of purple. Its length was gripped tightly by her slender, long fingers.

'I do not remember creating such!' Trent exclaimed, his gaze unmovable from the half-woman, half-horse.

"A human who slays thirty foes unscathed would never escape notice. From the depths of my heart, I abhor you all," the centaur proclaimed in an authoritative female tone.

She positioned her staff, pointing its glowing end downwards at Trent, who forced himself to shift his gaze from her swollen chest to the weapon. "For the sake of the realm, I hereby exorcise thee from the Paradox."

'Exorcise thee?' Trent thought. 'What the heck's this thick b talkin' about?'

The energy at the tip of the staff built rapidly, and in a swift motion, the centaur released it, sending a beam of purple light tearing through the air with a shrieking hiss. Trent, who was momentarily paralyzed, managed to react in the nick of time and threw himself to the side, evading the beam that missed him by mere inches, scorching the ground where he had stood.

"What the fuc' is this, System?!" Trent demanded out loud.

[It seems this is an encounter with an indigene]

'I did not choose for this encounter, did I?' Trent thought as he spun around to face the centaur, manifesting his lightsaber, the only weapon he had with him now.

The centaur had already started descending down the hill, her hooves rumbling and her breasts bouncing freely in response. Trent barely had a moment to regain his footing as he saw her approaching with incredible speed.

"[Amethyst Forcewave]!" The Centaur proclaimed, jabbing one arm, while the other had the staff charging forward.

Trent felt a sudden impact before he could even register and decipher the centaur's words. His body was struck backward by an invisible, overwhelming force. He stumbled, skidding across the dark, wet ground as the purple energy still enveloped him, straining and pushing him backward.

'What the heck is that?!' Trent thought, his vision hazy as he managed to grip the handle of his lightsaber, forcing himself to get to his feet, his body still aching from the [Amethyst Forcewave]. No sooner had he regained his balance than the centaur charged towards him, trembling the ground with her powerful hooves.

Trent let out a scream of agony as she thrust the sharp tip of the weapon into his side, pulling it out almost immediately.

Trent couldn't believe it! What is Amethyst Forcewave? He had never created any ability like that. This centaur was not part of the game but of the world itself, and this...? Was this magic?!

Trent let go of his lightsaber to grip his side that was bleeding. 'Shit! This goddess really made me killable? If I die here, I won't fulfill our pact?' Trent thought, clutching the wound that cut through his magnificent skin and was seeping through his fingers.

"I did not expect a gamer to bleed. You all usually dissolve into streaks of bits and shimmers. Nevertheless, I sense no Mana within you. Thus, you are indeed a human gamer, and you shall find no mercy here," the centaur's cold voice declared from behind him. She was encircling him with lethal grace, her predatory eyes unblinking.

'Mana? System! Fuckin' do something! I'm about to die for the second freakin' time.'

[I am sorry, but it seems Health Perks are useless for this wound]

Trent was about to mutter something under anguish when the centaur threw the staff. His body jerked in response as the tip pierced through his chest, taking his life in an instant.

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A/N: MC will be Awakened in the next chapter