"We're lucky the other team wasn't prepared to snatch the consumables," the man in long, red robes said.
He was the owner of the explosive magic—Rothlord.
Laying adjacent to the oasis' wall, he breathed heavily. Their territory had been peeled off the earth around five minutes ago, becoming an island. The environnt's change happened in the next minute.
Therefore, only a few minutes of the desert's scalding temperature could convert a physically weak mage into a half-corpse.
The other mage of his team, Untad Seventh, was lying on the other end of the oasis in the sa state, licking his lips as though no amount of water was enough.
His nickna was Waifu Trainer.
He muttered, "I knew reading harem novels was better than playing this ga…"
Rothlord weakly chuckled, "Your traps will catch them off guard, and your amazing magic will be seen by so many girls that you will grow disgusted by the harem."
"As if harem is possible in our world," Waifu Trainer complained. "Even NPCs aren't as easy as I thought they'd be! It's because I am not a main character!"
'You'd never be a main character with such a nickna,' Rothlord thought. He believed in his friend, though. Though his chances of becoming a main character with a harem of beautiful won were close to zero, he could always beco a third-rate side character.
It should do for him.
These two were the only left mages of Untad Seventh's team.
Most teams decided to fill their teams with three mages, as this class was the easiest to play and was also the strongest. Magic was versatile and even more shapeless on lower levels than other classes.
This was mostly felt by Casual Clowns, who were splendid individually, yet only four of them could arguably affect every corner of the battlefield.
Last Coin and Sin were the best in this field, while Jake and Prince followed shortly after them.
"I'm not even going to peek outside," Waifu Trainer said. "You tell if they co here! I only had enough stamina to plant traps around our base, no further than twenty ters!"
The man with a wild grin hollered. "Lay still and stop moaning! The desert itself is a trap! A few steps in and their legs will be halfway gone in the scorching sand! By then, I should have felt them with my perception skills!"
He was one of the newbies who respected Mary the most.
He was so wild that only one of the creators of Untad could calm him down.
His nickna was AxBeast.
He remained loyal to his nickna by picking up an ax on the tutorial island and practicing it for quite a long ti before coming to the mainland.
Waifu Trained looked away from him.
He muttered under his nose, "So loud, yet he has no balls to go out and scout around."
Rothlord smiled.
The other two teammates were a tank and a healer.
"Rothlord is right," the healer said in a soft voice unsuitable to his masculine face, "we were lucky. I noticed seven presences chasing after us, so these guys ca out better than us from their first fight. We're two teammates short and lack a lot of main power."
AxBeast scowled, "You dare?!"
He sounded so like Mary that Jake would have puked had he heard him.
"You alone are not enough to be our main force. Rothlord's explosive magic has more power than you. We need to be smarter than before," the healer comforted the beast with a gentle smile and calm voice.
The tank nodded, siding with him. "We lost our mastermind. It's difficult to be smarter than before, but we should think a few moves ahead."
If it weren't for that mastermind, these five wouldn't have snatched the consumables as easily as they had done.
Alas, the tournant was so unpredictable that the brain of The Untad Seventh was killed in the battle against the first team they had stumbled on.
AxBeast bit his lips.
Rothlord raised his voice, "We went out to prepare traps with Waifu Trainer's trap magic. He can delay his skills and save them for later purposes. With the accessories we've received from the guild to sustain our mana, we mined our surroundings. No matter what side the enemies co at us from, we're ready for them."
Waifu Trainer clicked his tongue. "The desert and my traps should wear them down so that Rothlord and AxBeast can take them down in a few moves."
"That's not enough," the healer said. "We need more."
"What more you want?!" Waifu Trainer shouted at him. "You think I can make skills out of thin air like a main character?!"
The healer calmly said, "It's possible—"
"You fag—" Waifu Trainer raised his voice, only to be stopped by his mage friend.
Rothlord said as he held his friend's shoulder, "What do you have in mind?"
The healer smiled. "Your weakness is that your explosive magic is like a bomb. Instead of having a tir, it needs ti to glue to an opponent before it explodes. It makes you good at long and dium distances. We can't afford that here. We're all limited to the close range with the traps close to our base."
Rothlord and Waifu Trainer twisted their faces.
The healer continued, "Creating a skill out of nowhere is possible, but no one knows how this chanic works and what prerequisites are needed to create a skill to freely repeat the miracle. That's why I don't want you to make a new skill but combine your trap and explosive magic."
Veins popped on Waifu Trainer's temple upon hearing this stupid request.
"You think it's easy to combine skills like that?! It's difficult to make combos with my own magic, and you want to make a combo with a foreign skill?!" he shouted.
The healer nodded. "Yes. It's worth trying it out. Our guild's motto is to be free and unrestrained. We should give our all before enemies co here."
After a short argunt, Waifu Trainer was compelled to try a combo with Rothlord.
He only yielded because Rothlord had agreed with their healer.
Had it not been for him, Waifu Trainer would have ignored that stupid idea.
These two stood in front of their base's door.
"My trap magic turns my other skills into traps. It's passive, allowing to increase my other skills' range. I can't plant traps from a long distance at my current level, but it's convenient to use skills from much farther ahead than others," Waifu Trainer explained.
Rothlord smiled. "I'm always jealous of that. Sigh, you know how my magic works. It's like a bomb with a tir. I can control its flow pretty well now after spending months practicing it. If you can apply your magic on mine, I can store a few bombs in one place and activate them whenever I want, so long as they're in my mana zone."
Waifu Trainer grunted.
The idea sounded so cool and useful, yet his rational side kept nagging him that it'd not work and that they would waste their mana.
A small explosion occurred when these two used their magic on the door.
Waifu Trainer's hand had been blown away.
He was now handless.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…shut up, bastards. Don't look at this way. I can use magic with my left hand! Holding staff isn't hard!" Waifu Trainer spat at his teammates.
"You want to keep going?" Rothlord asked.
"We can't stop now that I've lost my right hand! It's damn obvious, isn't it?!" Waifu Trainer shouted.
Because of that, a handso man with long hair and a casually looking man with short black hair and black eyes, seemingly straight from the Japanese harem novels, worked on their combination.
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"They're coming at us! What the hell is wrong with them?! The desert hasn't even stopped them!" AxBeast scread as he'd sensed that Casual Clowns had made their move.
"It's fine! I've already activated the traps!" Waifu Trainer replied aloud.
Earth Hands sprang from the desert, threatening to collapse on Casual Clowns.
It, however, didn't happen.
Waifu Trainer spat, "How?! Soone destroyed them already?!"
AxBeast shouted, "I sense five presences! It ans that the other two must be behind!"
"You should have told this earlier, you muscle head!" Waifu Trainer clenched his left hand on his staff's shaft. "Fine! Let them break in, then!"
He sneered.
A mont later, soone obliterated the base's main door like an armored titan.
He was huge.
His armor was so dark that the base's door seed to have been replaced by a dark boulder.
Before he could even reveal his presence by coming out from the cloud of dist, the explosive magic tis ten had been activated.
Mana sparks flashed around the dark knight's torso and head before exploding in a loud bang, silencing the island.
The dark presence, however, wasn't blown away, let alone defeat.
As the dust cloud subsided, the Casual Clown's tank stood still, his hands holding his broad sword's handle.
The sword had been impaled long before the explosion so Prince wouldn't lose his footing.
He glared ahead as pieces of his helt peeled off his face.
He said, "I won't let anyone push around anymore… that I can also forgive." He arched his head back and widened his eyes like a demon. "But breaking a part of my art is an unforgivable sin. You're no longer poor. You're less than zero. Your next generations and you morons slaving away in Hell won't be able to pay off this."
Damien Twice's face beca exposed.
It went against his art!
He wanted to win this competition and remove his mask at the award ceremony to reveal it was him!
And then, he'd take on the international tournant, making his na more famous!
"Damien T-Twice," the healer of Untad joined his knees and grabbed his crotch as he muttered the na of his crush.
The rest of the team also stood stupefied, and so could be said about the arena and people in The Spirit Observer. All at once, the avalanche of cries and screams resounded across various houses and facilities.
The famous actor who disappeared from the scene for a few months was back in the esports tournant!
He was so handso, too!
No, he was handso! So handso that the viewership skyrocketed as mothers and grandmas turned on their TVs to watch the tournant upon hearing that he was there!
Prince craned his head to the side.
An arrow flew past him, exactly where his head had been.
The sixth mber of Casual Clowns teleported in.
He appeared close to the healer, and his bow turned into twin short swords.
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