Pick Me Up!

If we coolly evaluate, the most advantageous class in this Battle Royale finale was the rogue.

In the finals where the number of participants is small and the map is narrow, other classes could also perform to some extent. However, in a massive game involving about 100 participants, it was a different story.

[Survivor Count – 21]

I looked up at the screen above.

21 survivors left. The unskilled fighters who had been brawling chaotically were already filtered out.

Now, the likelihood of a large-scale frontal assault among the survivors was slim. Everyone was aiming for a windfall.

If no frontal assault occurred, it was the rogues’ stage to shine, capable of stealth and ambushes, and excellent in locating enemies.

“Are you glad you joined our party?”

Sadine spoke in a gentle tone.

“Imagine if you were alone. You wouldn’t be able to farm items, and other parties would have ganged up on you. It’s so much easier with a rogue around. To scout ahead and pinpoint enemy positions.”

“……”

This woman.

As I felt yesterday, she talks a lot.

Especially after we fought over the ownership of this building. I had single-handedly knocked out three people.

“Han, I was impressed with the fight earlier. You are exceptional. I can’t believe someone like you came from a level 40 waiting room. Consider my proposal carefully. With you and me…”

I examined the holographic map.

The safe zone was marked with a white circle. We were located in a small town’s commercial area, right at the center. A prime zone littered with high-end items, with simple traps installed at all exits including windows to detect intrusions.

Quality leather armor and a usable longsword.

Throwing knives and a crossbow as well. All enchanted.

Consumables too. It seems we’ve farmed enough.

“Our Lakereia, you see, has seven floors and various luxurious facilities…”

‘4 teams.’

Out of 21 people, 17 were operating in teams.

The remaining four were solo players.

These were the results of constant searches by the four-star rogues in my party.

The composition and operational areas of the enemies were almost fully understood.

It really is useful. I wouldn’t have gotten this information if I moved alone.

“How did you find the beverage I gave you yesterday? Wasn’t it incredibly tasty? I’m quite picky, but it was quite good…”

I wonder how Jenna’s party is doing.

By now, the group finals must be in full swing.

The individual match, starting in the afternoon, is still pending.

‘I’m curious but.’

I decided to focus on my own tasks first.

After tallying the points I collected yesterday, to comfortably secure the overall first place, we had to win in all three major events. The score from the mini-game Anytng played was despairing.

I leaned against the wall.

There was some time left until the next zone restriction.

No need to fight, so, relax…

“Oppa, can you hear me?”

I opened my eyes.

“It’s me. Jenna.”

A marstone hidden in my chest emitted a faint light.

Katiio’s communication stone. I had kept it as an emergency item, managing to hide it by tucking it into the crease of my collar.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

“Where are you going? We’re in the middle of strategizing…”

“Bathroom.”

I answered briefly and headed up the stairs.

After distancing myself a bit, I grasped the communication stone in my hand.

Then I whispered, ensuring no one could hear.

“What’s up?”

“Ah, so you can hear me. I thought it was broken.”

“I’m a bit busy now. In the middle of a match.”

“Sorry. I have something to report.”

Jenna continued.

“Edis was poisoned in the recent match.”

“……”

“The healing potions aren’t working. It seems to be a special kind of paralytic poison. They won’t give us an antidote. The next match is soon, what should we do?”

I sighed deeply.

“We’ll try something, just Kishasha and I.”

“That’s impossible with just the two of you. Niflheimr is also there.”

If we even manage a second place in one of the events, it’s over for us.

Damn it.

“Sorry, Oppa. I told you I was confident…”

“How much time till the next match?”

“About 10 minutes.”

“That should be enough. Run now and find Velkist in the individual match arena. There are no restrictions on participation.”

“Huh? What do you mean…”

“Didn’t you read the flyer? If it’s the same affiliation, there are no restrictions on player replacement.”

“Then you’re ruining the individual match! If we just endure and find a way to heal Edis…”

“The effect will last at least three hours, by then the finals will be over. Hey, stop wasting time and do as I say. Take Velkist, put him in for Edis. Win no matter what. Or do you want to see the master crying?”

“But the individual match…”

“I’ll participate in it.”

I cut off the communication.

The holographic map displayed a clock.

10:57 AM. The individual match finals started at 12 PM.

“What took you so long? Besides, about the proposal…”

Ssshhh.

I drew my sword from its sheath.

All enemies’ locations were known. Our allies’ locations were the same.

I had previously embedded a magic item, the Tracker’s Scent, on the two annoying rogues. I prepared to jump out of the window.

“Wait, what are you doing?! Our strategy is to wait until the very end…”

“The situation has changed. Don’t worry. I won’t betray you until only four people are left.”

“What?”

“And don’t drink trash drinks like mint chocolate.”

Thud.

I jumped down from several meters high and landed on the ground.

At the same time, an arrow aimed at my forehead flew towards me. I waved my left hand. The arrow shaft was caught at my fingertips. A team was hiding in the building right in front.

I quickly calculated.

Including the travel distance…

How much time is left? 10 minutes?

‘Phew.’

I didn’t want to use this.

I flipped the switch in my mind.

[‘Han (★★★★)’ has entered Ascend State!]

“Come out, you bastards!”

And then.

…

[Wow, amazing! I couldn’t even imagine this. Are you Rambo or something? Truly the mad dog of Battle Royale! I hope you participate in the next event as well. Here is the prize and the winning trophy, a golden frying pan…]

I snatched the Advent Stone from the rambling fairy’s hand.

The aftereffects of Ascend blurred my vision. I passed the dumbstruck fairy and pushed through the crowd.

[Wait! The golden frying pan!]

“Don’t want such trash, you take it.”

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