Chapter 1870: Competition And Struggle For Survival.

Chapter 1870: Competition And Struggle For Survival.



He believes that not everyone will be able to get a class by the end of the one year training because the F-rank missions are only enough for everyone to do if they do just one. But the reward of a single F-rank mission won't be enough to acquire a class.

Everyone will need to do at least ten F-rank missions without failing a single one if they are to get a class. If they fail, they will owe training points and have to do more to cover that debt. But if someone does an extra F-rank mission in a bid to gather training points for a class, at least 9 other people else will lose out and have to do the difficult E-rank mission.

It is without a doubt that many people will be forced to do the E-rank missions. But if they fail to complete the E-rank, they will owe 10 training points. So instead of gaining training points and moving closer to their goal of acquiring a class, they will fall into debt and move farther away from it.

This is likely to happen if only for the fact that there's no limit on how many missions someone can do. A single person can do a thousand of the one million F-rank missions without any negative consequences. So the more some prosper, the less some will have a chance to rise.

He shook his head at that thought. "This is only training, not the real world out there, but the competition is already so intense. I wonder how bad things would be."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He is truly concerned about how difficult things would be after training if training could make him lose an arm in the game and real life. His concern is valid because billions of people just lost their lives in the struggle of god seeds to become godlings.

A world wide blood shed ensued because of the gods. People were taken out of thwir homes and killed. Some were even killed their beds because of faith. Compared to that, the difficulty of F-rank and E-rank missions are nothing.

He remembered the feeling of hot blood on his hands and face as he stabbed her. He remembered her body weakening. She went from struggling violently to slowly writhing until she couldn't move anymore. These are things he has never felt before in a game. They felt so real, as if he had committed real murder.

He told himself, "It is just a game, and the enemy is just goblins. You are better than some goblin."

Fortunately, the goblin took that time to show up. It stopped him from dwelling too much on how different God's Domain is from other games and making himself anxious because of the consequences of defeat. Instead, he focused on the goblin and stood his ground.

Some trainees had wet themselves when they saw the vivid goblin staring at them with yellow eyes shining dimly in the dark. The sudden realization that they were alone in a dark, small space with such an abominable and feral creature and had no where to escape made them too scared to put up a resistance.

He too must admit that the goblin was ugly. Big nose and eyes, green skin, and a wide mouth full of dirty and jagged yellow teeth made for an unnerving visage. But he was no noob. At least not a noob in fighting goblins. So he stood his ground with his sword slowly raised for a strike.

He didn't move forward to strike. He wanted the goblin to come closer to the light, and he was willing to wait for that to happen.

The goblin, on the other hand, was impatient. It chattered angrily as if to cower him. Then it ran towards him when he didn't move.

He waited until it was within striking distance. Then he swung his sword down, aiming for its neck. He didn't aim for its head as that would be too easy to dodge.