The Universe Is Innately Just 118 Mass Advancement Part Four

A grin cracked on his lips as he knew that Tahlya had done what he had asked. He was aware that she might brood him over this matter, yet that was the only fast solution he had found to his problem. He didn't know if the users would be tempted by money, and as a part of them were tempted by his battle maiden, he might as well offer that.

He crossed the room and walked towards the cerebral link that was near the bed and laid on top of it. As soon as he rested his head on it, lights appeared on the deep lines that were over the object and soon enough his vision blacked out. However, that didn't last long as Fell soon saw the view that he had missed. Thousands upon thousands of mountains stood in front of his eyes, and a gargantuan sea of clouds circled between that. Only the peaks of the mountains could be seen, and even those were hidden by a mist that emanated from the clouds. He closed his eyes enjoying the fresh air that ran across his face and breathed deeply before opening his eyes back.

"The difference might be minute, but this cerebral link and the one in the tutorial room are definitely different. The replication of reality might not be 100% but it also isn't the 99% that I had tested.", as he felt the minute difference in the sensations that were sent to his mind through his avatar's body.

He asked himself if there was a better cerebral link. Although being closer to the one hundred percent was already a big deal, he thought that a simulation that could fully replicate the laws of the universe would be quite an amazing tool. He still couldn't help but imagine what kind of technology would be needed for it to work.

His hand moved towards his face as he sent two slaps hurling to his cheeks. "Time to get to work!", he thought before executing his plan. He swiftly summoned the game's interface and changed his setting to matchmaking with the local user of his Battle Center. And without a second thought, he launched the search for an opponent. He didn't know if the news had already made it through the user base of his battle center but he didn't have any more time to waste. The search didn't make him wait at all as he was immediately matched with an opponent.

"User Stroke had been matched with PeerlessUnderHeaven.", as soon as his eyes crossed the interface's message. His vision blurred and he disappeared from the mountain peak. After he left the mountain, a laugh resounded through the silent hill before a whisper echoed through the empty valley.

Not even a minute after that Fell's frame reappeared on the fighting platform, his face was a mixture of disappointment and surprise. "Weak… They are too weak.", he muttered as he went through the matchmaking setting. He dabbled through the several options making it so that the system would begin automatically searching for an opponent the moment his match ends. As soon as he finished, he swiftly executed the search again before disappearing the next second.

Inside of the battle center of New Casablanca, the news spread like wildfire and the majority of players were interested in battling Fell. Their goal for doing so differed from an individual to another, but all who had fought him lost. And even with that loss, they had acquired something much more important. A personal lesson about their own flaws and weakness. This was the plan that Fell came up with to help chairman Spinters with his battle center, although a single fight might not help them turn into peerless players, he could still show them the right path, as for the rest that only depended on themselves.

Currently Fell was fighting a pole user named Pobelar, according to the system, he was ranked 50th in New Casablanca's battle center. Fell couldn't help but compliment the guy's defensive capabilities as he used his staff with quite the dexterity. Fell advanced forward stepping inside of Pobelar's range of attack who immediately hurled dozens of piercing thrusts toward his torso. "He isn't trying to aim for the head… Is it because he isn't trusting his skills or is it to focus more on defense?", he pondered as twisted his waist to evade the blows. Pobelar's forehead was filled with sweat as he had already sent out hundreds of moves in a few seconds, while Fell only dodged and wasted minimal energy when it came to his consumption. "He probably knows that he won't make it if it turns into a drawn fight.", he thought as he evaded several other blows before entering his own range of attack.

Pobelar tried to step back while swiping his staff in front of him, but Fell on jumped on top of it. As the staff pa.s.sed under his legs; his feet touched the staff and he used it as a means to propel himself forward. "You waste too much energy on defense.", Pobelar heard a cold voice in his back before his vision blacked out.

It had already been his tenth match and he was starting to face the top forty users of his battle center. He couldn't help but sigh at the difference of level between them and the users of the tutorial's second phase. The time they had been playing the game was completely different, and even with that, they were far for being a match for them. "Let's see if those in the top ten are worth something…", he thought as another opponent appeared in front of him.

The avatar in front of him was a woman with crimson colored hair; his sight crossed the woman's eyes for a split second before returning a polite smile. He saw a bladed weapon hanging on her wrist, as she took her weapon out of the scabbard, he noticed that it was a thin one edged saber.