God-Tier Enhancement Chapter 324: Episode 324All-Star Match (5)

Chapter 324: Episode 324_All-Star Match (5)

9.

They say good things co to those who wait.

Five hours after the survival began, Han Simin finally found hope.

While others had already left level 1 behind and prepared the springboards they needed to leap forward, he was still level 1, but he wasn’t impatient.

“Jesus. How can there be so few level 1 monsters on this island?”

The important thing was that he had found them. He had nearly died wandering around looking for them more than once, but he kept reminding himself, over and over, that the prize for this tournant was five million dollars, and he clung to life like a cockroach.

It was ti to reap the rewards.

Han Simin took out the three Enhancent Stones he had been hoarding so carefully. If he hadn’t found any level 1 monsters, he would have used those stones as bargaining chips.

But he had found them, and he imdiately tried enhancing his hamr.

A flash of light.

The hamr beca

3.

Then he walked toward the level 1 monster he had finally found after hours of searching. He wanted to rush in and swing to his heart’s content, but given his current stats and situation, he’d be lucky not to die instantly.

He swallowed his pride and lured just one.

The beast, which looked like a stray dog barely a quarter the size of a human, obediently followed.

Once he judged that they were far enough from its companions, Han Simin finally swung his hamr.

Compared to the scene of Jeong Seolah massacring sa-level players, the life-or-death battle that followed was so dull it was yawn-inducing.

*

For most players, level 1 monsters weren’t valid hunting targets. Even if the difficulty of the monsters on the island was set high to match the players’ level, they had already internalized so much low-level combat knowledge that, to grow quickly in the limited ti, they had no choice but to skip sa-level monsters.

On top of that, by the ti Han Simin reached the area where level 1 monsters lived, more than five hours had already passed since the survival began.

It was a zone no one would even bother glancing at.

So Han Simin could throw himself fully into a struggle with the monsters without worrying about getting stabbed in the back.

He didn’t have Jeong Seolah’s innate talent, but he was skilled enough not to die to a re level 1 monster. He steadily hunted them one by one, raising his level.

He leveled up after killing three.

Considering that Jeong Seolah had leveled up by killing a single player, it was a clear indicator of how little monsters were worth in this survival. Going from level 2 to 3, and 3 to 4, would be even harder.

However, Han Simin did not complain.

The mont he hit level 2, he lowered his hamr. He begrudged even the thirty minutes he had spent hunting.

“My original class isn’t a hunting class.”

He had only done the bare minimum leveling he needed.

Now that he had t the conditions, Han Simin pulled out his second class.

*

Ti flew by.

There was a forty-eight-hour ti limit. While sleeping was allowed, that was practically the sa as giving up on the five million dollars. For the players, the idea of staying up for two straight nights was imnse pressure, but they held onto their focus and pushed onward.

Besides, thanks to all the training they had done in Fantastic World, going without sleep for twenty-four hours wasn’t that difficult. At least for the players in this survival, sleep wasn’t going to be the deciding factor.

If anyone was going to suffer, it would be the viewers.

In fact, starting around the twenty-four-hour mark, the volu of chat from viewers began to drop. They wanted to hang in there, but sleep wasn’t sothing you could easily fight off.

On top of that, the behavior patterns of the players in the survival had changed a lot from the early phase.

Unlike the start, when they’d swing their weapons first and ask questions later whenever they ran into soone, after twenty-four hours, they were busy sizing each other up from a distance.

They had no choice.

With half the event ti already gone, gauging anyone’s true strength was difficult. Now that everyone’s growth was finally accelerating, there was no reason to slow their own developnt by picking fights with other players.

One way or another, every participant believed they had at least so chance of winning.

Class advantages and disadvantages could be overco by forming a party, and this island was full of unknown variables.

So, they chose growth over conflict.

Those who wanted to team up did so, and players who had entered with pre-made teams regrouped with their original mbers.

Naturally, things started to get a little dull.

Of course, there were plenty of viewers who enjoyed that direction.

—Wow. You’d never see that composition in Fantastic World, huh?

—Those three teaming up? Look at that raid. That monster takes at least a 36-man expedition in FW, and they’re just tearing it apart with three people.

There were definitely viewers who were more interested in battles against giant monsters than in PvP.

While everyone settled into a groove and squeezed every last drop out of the survival chanics, the mbers of Specialists also gathered in one place.

“Where’s Simin?”

“Still not here.”

Everyone except Han Simin.

They had to make a choice.

“What do we do?”

“We do what we ca to do. We’re going to have to fight each other at the end anyway.”

“Yeah.”

The debate didn’t last long.

It was a firm, decisive choice, one they had already agreed upon before the event even began.

“It’d be nice if we could move together, but... Simin has probably already found so ridiculous exploit sowhere.”

“He’s the one who said we should make it a free-for-all at the end anyway. If we want to beat him, the important thing is not to grow together.”

“It’s just an event. Let’s not overthink it and just play.”

Everyone was already assuming they would win.

They had briefly discussed what to do with the five million dollars if they won—whether to split it four ways or not—and Han Simin’s opinion had been to settle it in a final free-for-all.

Three versus one.

If they all grew to a similar level, three would obviously have the advantage. But Han Simin was soone even Jeong Seolah couldn’t predict in the slightest. If that was how it was going to end, then it was far better not to start out together in the first place.

The limitations of an Enhancer and a Tar would certainly be a factor in the early ga.

They didn’t feel sorry or guilty.

Han Simin had been the one to suggest ditching the team and settling it with a solo match. This ant that while he was clearly greedy for the massive five-million-dollar prize, he also recognized that this was just an event.

It was just a ga.

Sothing you did for fun.

“Seolah, if we want to win, shouldn’t we find Simin first and take him out before he gets too strong?”

“...Didn’t you say you like Mr. Simin?”

“Hey, that’s one thing, this is another. Don’t you know the difference between business and pleasure? It’ll be way faster if I make a ton of money and use that to win him over.”

The only caveat was that, for them, “fun” was synonymous with “winning.”

10.

Ti marched on.

With only twelve hours remaining, the players finally started to move.

Contrary to the viewers who claid that “you can’t grow that much in just forty-eight hours,” the players had reached a level incomparable to where they had been thirty-six hours earlier.

There was no one left who had to flee from a single small monster. Even players in hostile relationships were forming temporary alliances to raid the mini-dragons that road the skies.

For the viewers, it was a fantastic spectacle.

Not a single second felt wasted; it was a drama, a movie with a clear beginning, middle, and end.

All that was left now was the finale.

The final winner.

The one who would claim the five-million-dollar prize that both players and viewers were dying to see crowned.

Who would it be?

No one could predict it.

This was especially true after seeing that Specialists, the strongest candidate for the win, was moving separately from Han Simin.

That made it even more entertaining.

It was unpredictable.

A cauldron of chaos.

From this point on, indiscriminate player-killing would begin, along with natural disasters rolling in from the outer edges of the island.

The concept, modeled after an old Japanese survival movie, ratcheted up the tension for everyone watching.

In the end, only one team would remain.

The players, needing to conserve their full strength for that final mont, hid themselves as much as possible while squeezing out every last bit of growth they could. Once they were ready, they didn’t hesitate to burn through their saved-up points to thin out the competition.

Amidst it all, the ones who shone brightest were, of course, Specialists.

Even without Han Simin.

Despite his absence, they proved beyond any doubt that the reason their nas were known across the continent was not only because they had been carried by him.

They laid bare, for all to see, the gaplay that had made them famous in the main ga.

They showed the whole world.

Players who already knew them watched with pride, while those who didn’t started searching their nas and taking an interest.

And eventually, the spotlight also landed on the biggest dark horse of the event.

The one who had calmly watched as his early viewers dropped off.

Han Simin.

—He’s still alive?

—What the hell. I watched for like three hours and figured he’d just wander around and die, so I switched channels.

The version of him from thirty-six hours ago, pitifully roaming the island with a single shabby hamr, was gone.

—lol you idiots. You people who don’t know Simin at all. Go watch the replay with the cara locked on him five tis, study up, and then co talk on your streams. Tsk tsk.

—For real, it was two million tis more fun than watching the sa old boring player POVs.

—Honestly, I even enjoyed watching him struggle at the start. There’s a special kind of satisfaction in waiting when you know he’s going to pop off.

—Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha this private server synergy between these classes is completely busted. How is this even allowed?

—They never should’ve given players access to a shop system in the first place lol.

Spurred on by the teasing from the relatively small—though in absolute numbers, still large—group of Han Simin fans who had been focused on his point of view, his current appearance was finally showcased as the event neared its end.

He was clad in gear that glowed crimson from head to toe.

Shining equipnt left no skin visible except for his eyes. In place of the old, beat-up hamr, he now wielded a massive one that looked like it could shatter boulders with a single swing.

Han Simin rested the massive weapon casually on one shoulder, radiating an overwhelming presence.

Trailing behind him were hundreds of monsters.

—...What the hell is all that?

—Did he go play on a private FW server by himself and co back?

—??????????

Even the monsters were blazing with light.

They were monsters so huge and high-level you’d be lucky to kill even one.

“Whoa! What the hell!”

It wasn’t just the viewers who were shocked.

A passing player was stunned as well.

Before that shock could even translate into a combat stance, lightning rained down from the sky.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

“Arghhh!”

Not just the startled player, but the five others traveling with him were all wiped out by a single spell in the most ridiculous way imaginable.

“Heh. True style only cos from AoE skills.”

The only one who remained perfectly relaxed was Han Simin.