"I dislike this idea because it puts unnecessary pressure on the participants. It might lead to burnout and take away the joy of learning and participating in the competition."
"A year was fine for me because it allowed me to have enough time to thoroughly prepare and polish my skills. Additionally, the longer interval between competitions gave me the opportunity to explore other interests and hobbies without feeling overwhelmed by constant training."
There were numerous individuals who favored the decision, while others expressed their disapproval.
In a thick forest, under a huge tree, a young man bent over, tying the strings of his boots. He carried a long sword at his back. Number 43 could barely be seen on his back. Upon rising, water dripped from his face and head, a result of the drizzle that created an unpleasant atmosphere. The young man's eyes scanned the dense forest, searching for any signs of movement. Nathan and all the other participants hadn't entered a green forest similar to the one Nathan entered in the training space. The field was actually a huge multi-user training space specially prepared for the competition. This was different from all the other training spaces. This was made to suit its duties, which included hosting the first phase of the competition and providing a realistic and challenging environment for the participants. The multi-user training space was equipped with various obstacles, terrains, and simulated weather conditions to test the skills and adaptability of th
"What?" The young men exclaimed in unison. They were so astonished by his answer that they even stopped in their tracks and stared at Nathan in disbelief. Smith, the leader of the group, was particularly taken aback. He had always seen Nathan as a reliable and powerful ally, so hearing that he was that weak was unexpected. The other members of the team exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of how to react to this revelation. "I'm... I'm... ordinary level 3. That's what I have said." Nathan was dissatisfied with their reaction. "How weak!" "You looked to be around 18 or 19. You are supposed to be at least an ordinary level 6. Look at me. I'm only 17 years old, but I'm already at ordinary level 5. Arnold is also 17 and is already at ordinary level 5 as well. As far as Jarrad is concerned, he is only 15 and deserves to be at ordinary level 3. How come you?" Smith explained, and at the end of his words, Nathan cut him. "I'm weak! I'm just too weak!" He
The young man, along with his team, had dark expressions. "Even if you're stronger than any of us, you'll still need our help." The young man said it in a poignant tone. He thought Nathan was despising them and regarded them as useless to him. Nathan finally glared at them; his face was expressionless. It was hard to understand what was going through his mind. "I
Every attack by any single bird led to a decline in his HP. As his HP decreased, his chances of survival grew slimmer. With each subsequent attack, he became more vulnerable to defeat.Since he was too weak, he found it difficult to swing a sword. He was in a critical state.160/250!80/250!
Bang! Bang!240/350!Bang!Bang!
"Punk, I understand that you're a bit stronger than me." Kramer sneered. "It's because you're Captain Samantha's sugar boy, and you probably leveraged her power and enjoyed high-quality resources." Kramer spat such words with a venomous tone, his eyes filled with envy and resentment, and he clearly ridiculed Nathan. "But keep this in mind: Donovan is no weaker either. He's an ordinary level 7 genius with immense potential. He has trained tirelessly and honed his skills to reach this level without relying on any external factors or favors. So don't underestimate him or think that you're the only one with power. Besides, I watched you
The knee kick sent Donovan away with a powerful force, causing him to stumble backward and lose his balance. Then Nathan threw a punch, and leaves swayed in the fist's direction as they sliced through the air. A strong force struck Donovan's jaw, causing his head to snap to the side. The impact of the blow sent him crashing to the ground, dazed and disoriented. He didn't have to react, as Nathan threw multiple punches in rapid succession, each one landing with precision and intensity. Donovan's body convulsed with each hit, unable to defend himself or counterattack. The relentless assault left him gasping for breath, his vision blurred, and his will to fight diminishing rapidly. Kramer cautiously rushed to Nathan's back to launch a surprise, but the latter noticed him out of the corner of his eye. With a swift turn, Nathan redirected his focus and unleashed a powerful strike, catching Kramer off guard. The blow connected with a resounding thud, s
Nathan had received a quest to escape from the gous. That was also what the organizers wanted; they set it up that way. They knew that the strongest participants were at ordinary level 7 and wouldn't be able to defeat ordinary level 9 gous. Thus, they were sure that every participant would run away. However, they weren't aware of people like Nathan. The moment he saw the gous was ready to fight it, only the system saved the organizers' goal. Nathan prioritized the quest due to its reward; it offered him 1200 EXPs and 60 EPs, while defeating the gous could have given him 900 EXPs and 45 EPs. How could Nathan have gone for the lower-reward quest instead of the higher-reward quest? Not long after Nathan disappeared into dense foliage, escaping from the gous, two gouses emerged, frightening the couple. In the next moment, two more gouses appeared, terrifying and horrifying them even more. All gouses were at ordinary level 7.