Casual Clowns discussed their plan.
It was reckless.
Last Coin often raised his doubts and concerns about it, but the rest of the team had decided that it was time to be reckless. It was their turn to raid others.
With the records in their hands, it'd be better for them to wait for others.
Yet, Jake was sure that it was what others believed in.
With his record of creating a mini battle royal game between the seventh floor's participants, Jake's battle lust reached its peak.
"Justin. You're the strongest," Jake said as he stood up.
Last Coin looked up. "...I am."
Everyone believed in him, so Justin embraced his new role and believed in himself a lot. He was crucial to their new plan, and others supported him.
The rest of the team smiled at them.
It was now waiting time.
The second the two portals appeared beside Casual Clowns, Jake whipped out his legendary record.
[You have used A Legendary Record Of The Battlefield.]
[You're summoned to your seventh floor.]
[Rolling Thunder, The First Witch, and The Meredith have been summoned to your seventh floor along with their statues.]
An unknown mana slithered around Jake.
He stared at his teammates. "I'll see you soon."
It was an ambiguous declaration.
Would he see them in the tournament or in the theater?
His friends nodded at him before leaving the tower.
He was her target.
Her cauldron bubbled with orange-red liquid, which looked like poison or perhaps mellowed lava. It took her a second to conjure and animate her magic as mini spiders hooked their limbs on the edges of her cauldron before emerging from it to land on the floor.
A small army of spiders marched toward Rolling Thunder.
"Someone thinks that tanks are all about taunts!" Rolling Thunder's voice thundered across the seventh floor. He activated his skill, wrapping himself in earth armor. It was particularly odd to see him summoning earth pieces out of nowhere, but perhaps he had stored them in his inventory.
He became a ball of earth with six arms!
"I'll roll you to death," he declared.
The First Witch smiled. "Are you offended because I summoned an army? Feeling bad that you can't use taunt on my magic? I went for spiders because they can create webs, you braindead tank."
Rolling Thunder blinked.
Meanwhile, Jake and Meredith were locked in a staring contest.
'She looks so unapproachable,' Jake thought. He was somewhat associated with cold and confident expressions on women because Sin attuned him to them, but Meredith induced such an inaccessible aura that Jake couldn't really read her.
If Jake hadn't met her before in real life, he would have thought she was a different person.
Meredith stood still in her mage outfit. It was particularly striking.
She wore long over-knee heels and fishnet knee socks. A long, blue dress stretched around her except her front, where she showcased the most alluring part of her legs—the thigh gap. Those thighs were busting out of her equipment, which made her legs look quite succulent.
A black corset held her dress and white blouse; the latter was elegant, while the former pushed out her ample chest, highlighting their presence.
She also wore arm sleeves. In her right hand, she clenched a long staff atop which black and golden chains dangled.
Her purple hair was unrestrained and freely framed her little head. Her red eyes reflected Jake's mask.
He smiled.
It was his compelling smile.
Meredith's straight and cold lips twitched, momentarily melting into an odd smile.
Before long, she arched her head back, returning to her aloof countenance, and activated her chain magic.