Chapter 415: Death’s Performance

Chapter 415: Death’s Performance

The cheering audience suddenly turned mute the moment the electronic board displayed the final rankings of each country, as well as the medalists! Up until that point, everyone believed that the American Team would clinch the Penalty Shoot-Outs’ gold medal. After all, there was only a minute left in the game. However, within that short time frame, the situation was reversed and the country that won the gold medal was not America, but South Korea!

“Wo... woaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

The audience, who went silent for a moment, finally broke out into loud cheers and shouts. The Americans in the audience were all holding their heads in disbelief and frustration, the Japanese stared at the electronic display in a daze, while some just let out dejected laughs. However, no matter their reactions, one thing was certain. Korea won the gold medal.

[South... South Korea’s gold medal has just been confirmed!!! Everyone! Korea has won the gold medal in the very first event!!!]

President Kang Taehoon, a special commentator, jumped up from his seat and shouted loudly. He was shouting so loudly that the veins on his neck popped up.

All eyes were still focused on the representative teams, who could not hide their surprise, and the Korean Team standing in the middle of the stadium. That was when they saw Alexander stand up and approach the Korean Team.

***

Ghost of the Battlefield Alexander felt extremely frustrated when he saw the rankings displayed in the electronic board. The very first game was the event with the most participants and the event that everyone was most excited about. Somehow, America lost the gold medal to South Korea, only taking home the silver medal.

‘Are you telling me that we played into the palm of his hands?’

Alexander watched as Minhyuk, the captain of the Korean Team, hugged Ali and Root, cheering happily together. For a moment, he felt both anger and frustration. However, not long after, his thoughts changed.

‘Amazing.’

What kind of existence was Alexander? He was hailed as the strongest in one of the greatest Athenae powerhouse, America. He acknowledged Minhyuk and his strength. No, to be exact...

‘I’m scared.’

...he was afraid of him. There were plenty of games left in this competition, and various anomalies and variables would appear during each game. These anomalies and variables could turn an easy situation into a very terrifying one.

Alexander approached Minhyuk in curiosity and disbelief. The people around them gulped nervously as they watched the two face off. No, the entire world was in fact paying attention to the rising powerhouse, Minhyuk, and Athenae’s strongest, Alexander. Not long after, Alexander reached his hand out for a handshake.

“I’m looking forward to your performance in the upcoming games.”

Minhyuk looked at the hand that reached out to him for a moment before grabbing it and...

“Look forward to it.”

...tightening his grip. Alexander chuckled.

[America’s Strongest Alexander and South Korea’s Food God Minhyuk are shaking hands.]

[This is what they mean when they say fair competition and rivalry. Ah, just looking at this scene is enough to make anyone smile!]

The entire world admired the scene where these two people shook hands amiably. The scene of the two of them, one that wanted to rise in power, and one who wanted to defend their throne, shaking hands was very heartwarming. That was how the first event of the very first World War ended.

***

Athenae: World War, Day Two.

America had proven to the world why they were called an Athenae powerhouse. Even though they lost to South Korea during the Penalty Shoot-Out game and only won a silver medal, they were able to win three gold medals on the same day. The total tally of the medals that they gained on the first day were three gold medals, three silver medals, and one bronze medal.

What about South Korea? After winning the gold medal in the first game, they secured another two gold medals, bringing their total to three. But after that, they were not able to secure any more medals.

On the eve of the second day, the Korean community sites were all filled with questions.

[Who in the world is Player Death? Who is he to suddenly join the Korean Team?]

[Death is a player that everyone knows little about. There are plenty of rumors about him but they are all baseless. However, there’s one thing that we’re certain about. He’s a necromancer.]

[Who in the world does not know that he’s a necromancer? That’s why everyone is wondering why Death participated in the ‘Summoner’s Great War’.]

Only one player was allowed from each of the participating countries to fight in the Summoner’s Great War. This event would be held in a huge field where participants would be given a bracelet. The bracelet was none other than the ‘Ruler’s Bracelet’. The destruction of the bracelet would result in the participant’s disqualification from the game, while the ones that could destroy plenty of these bracelets would gain special privileges.

Simply put, the bracelets could strengthen the summoner’s abilities or increase their MP. On top of that, the player that destroyed the opponent’s Ruler’s Bracelet would be able to gain their opponent’s abilities once they had been logged out of the game. The final three players left in the field would win the gold, silver, and bronze respectively.

This was where the issue laid...

[Everyone knows that a necromancer is the weakest class in the summoner category, right? So, what the hell were they thinking when they let him participate?]

[Our impressive summoners have called out their most powerful summons one after another, bringing in more heat to our already fiery stadium!!!]

And Bastien, who stood among them, hurriedly looked around to find Death’s location.

‘I’ll kill you first, you bastard.’

Although he had received instructions from Calauhel, Bastien was willing to do it even without one. This was because he found Death’s existence an eyesore. He wanted to ridicule and humiliate him. Besides, he was convinced Death was already living a pathetic life, so he wanted to push him off the cliff. Bastien was such a man. Then, he called out for his summons.

[You have summoned the Siren’s Knight.]

[You have summoned the King’s Guardian.]

He summoned exactly two of them. But the impact that these two could bring was immense. He summoned a knight that had protected the siren for hundreds of years. Its level was said to be around Level 550.

But was that all? No. The King’s Guardian was a monster created to protect the king of Italei Kingdom. It looked similar to humans, but had a far superior speed and destructive power than them. With its level around Level 530, it boasted a ridiculous amount of strength. And it did not even end there, as more monsters continued to appear one after the other around Bastien. It was his Epic and Unique monster corps! Their momentum was so strong that it brought an immense amount of pressure to all the players present.

[The... the strongest summoner corps has appeared! This is the global official number one summoner, Bastien!!!!]

Several summoners had tried to attack Death. However, Death was Bastien’s prey. The Siren’s Knight and King’s Guardian swiftly rushed forward and approached Death. Everyone believed that Death, who looked grim with his long black hair and ragged robes, would eventually be deprived of his Ruler’s Bracelet. Swiftly, the Siren’s Knight’s sword stabbed Death in the chest. But at that moment...

“Death Knight Summon. Varda.”

Claaaaaaaaaaaang—

A bolt of black current fell down from the sky only to reveal a Death Knight. One swing from the Death Knight and the Siren’s Knight’s attack was nullified.

[It’s... it’s a Death Kniiiiiiiight!]

[It’s the same undead knight that the global official number one necromancer, Jack, can only summon three of!]

Bastien frowned at the sight. But Death did not stop there.

“Death Knight Summon. Ondoen.”

“Death Knight Summon. Baroque.”

“Death Knight Summon. Kiara.”

“Death Knight Summon. Black.”

“Death Knight Summon. Gerpin.”

“Death Knight Summon. Amber.”

“Death Knight Summon. Ilrod.”

“...Wh... what?!”

“What the hell?! Are you kidding me?!”

Dozens of bolts of black currents fell down from the sky, as one Death Knight appeared after the other. They all lined up and knelt down on one knee in front of Death. He looked back at the other players coldly and...

“Kingdom of Death.”

Crack, crack, crack, crack—

The ground twisted and cracked as thousands of undead broke through and crawled up. Each and every single one of them were wearing armor and holding weapons. Gigantic bones sprang up from the ground and created a small kingdom. A long red carpet rolled out as the gates to this kingdom opened. At the other end of the red carpet was a throne made entirely out of bones.

“Im... impossible...!”

“Ho... how...”

Everyone, including the participants and the viewers, were left speechless at the sight. Death summoned his black staff and slowly walked past the speechless players.

Step, step—

Finally, he sat down on his throne. The hood of his robe fell down as he leaned back, revealing his smooth forehead. Then, he crossed his legs and leisurely placed his black staff on his chest before looking down at his opponents. His gaze was both piercing and indifferent, as if he was looking at someone ‘insignificant’.

Meanwhile, Bastien thought, ‘He, he summoned fifteen Death Knights...?!’ He was so shocked that he lost his words and even forgot to breathe.

Then, Death looked at Bastien and said, “What the hell are you f*cking looking at, dumb*ss?”

Death completely overwhelmed Bastien with a string of curses.