The elent panel began to roll, and the long-awaited object finally appeared before their eyes, yet there was complete silence.
"Rey, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Jas asked, to which Rey nodded.
"Could you pinch to see if I'm dreaming?" Jas requested. Rey pinched him without hesitation, causing Jas to leap up in pain.
"Ouch! Are you serious, bro? I was just kidding," Jas exclaid as he stepped back, but neither Rey nor Evan paid him any mind, stunned by what was on the screen.
On the display, the elent belonging to Evan's character was revealed, along with its na and rarity category.
, Rarity: Unique
These two lines left them in awe, and even Evan was taken aback despite being new to this. Jas and Rey had explained that unique elents were exceedingly rare, even more so than legendary ones. While over fifteen players might possess a legendary elent, only two or three might have a unique one. Once an elent is claid, there won't be a second unless the character is deleted, at which point a new one could be obtained.
"I never imagined your luck would be cool enough to draw out a unique one with odds of only one in a billion, bro," Rey said as Evan simply smiled and rubbed his neck.
"Hey, quickly show us the effects or skills you've acquired," Jas said as Evan clicked the next option and the effects or skills appeared before him.
As they watched the screen, Evan was amazed by what he saw and rembered the attack that killed him: a user with the fire elent who finished him off with a blade surging with fire.
"So cool, the players who battled against the unique ones were right; the skills are too OP to begin with," Jas remarked as he witnessed the skills in action.
"Indeed, they're incredibly OP. Mine are just agility-based, but his cover multiple areas: agility, attack, stealth, and even the ultimate skill is extraordinary," Rey recalled the ti when a unique user fought a legendary one, using his ultimate skill in a scene that seed overwhelmingly powerful to him and remained etched in his mory.
"Well, if the elent selection is fine, why don't we have a training match before the real deal?" Jas suggested to Rey as he sent a friend request to Evan, who accepted it imdiately.
and are the usernas of Jas and Rey, respectively.
"Both of you have quite impressive nas, and you're both high-leveled," Evan observed as he looked at their characters, stylishly dressed; Jas's character held a stylized guy in one hand with a large blade on his back, while Rey's character was agility-focused, ard with two pistols and a sleek bow on his back.
"Yes, they represent three years of hard work. My account is at level fifty-four, and Rey's is at forty-seven," Jas explained, as Evan realized that Jas was a dedicated gar from his appearance, and Rey seed more average, though his looks suggested the obsession should be the reverse, but appearances can be deceiving.
"Let's see if you can hold your own against the guys, Evan," Jas said as he initiated a match against an AI for Evan, with Rey joining in spectator mode.
Evan's character was teleported to a ruined church map, positioned in the west, while his opponent appeared in the east.
"What do I do next, guys?" Evan asked as two eyes appeared before him—the spectator caras of his friends beside him.
"Why don't you just pick a weapon from the shop icon?" suggested Rey. Evan accessed the shop and discovered various tabs such as cold weapons, firearms, equipnt, and dicine.
He selected cold weapons and saw an array of blades, daggers, swords, spears, bows, and more, but he managed to equip only a single dagger before the shop icon vanished, his movent shield disappeared, and the countdown in the sky ended.
"Why did my shop screen disappear, and where's the icon for it?" Evan inquired, his character motionless.
"Evan, didn't you notice the two-minute tir on your screen? It was the countdown to get ready, and you spent it browsing weapons. Now you're left with just a dagger. How will you defeat your opponent?" Jas exclaid, drawing astonished glances from the surrounding crowd.
"Hey, what are you doing? Do you want to get us banned here?" Rey said as he pulled him down.
"Sorry, I just let my emotions get the better of ," he said with an apologetic smile.
"Phew, Evan, listen, you only have to survive this round. If you last for three minutes, it will end, and you'll get a chance to use the shop, so please, don't try to die," Rey instructed. Evan nodded and began to move his character, which was sluggish at first. He didn't see his enemy, which was both good and bad—it could an a trap was being set or that the enemy was waiting for the right mont to strike.
Evan started to gain control and practiced attacking in the air to adapt to his character.
His skill was ready to be used, and he could use it at any ti, but his friend had told him to save it for a dangerous situation.
Half the ti passed, but the guy didn't show up. Evan and his friend grew suspicious, unaware that their quarry was also watching them from a distance, hidden inside a damaged room.
It was a man in a military outfit, holding a rifle, with a spear strapped to his back.
The player controlling him was just an average guy, afraid of losing the ga. When he saw his opponents, he was taken aback.
-To be Continued...
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