dhibooks Chapter 334: The Cold Throne
Chapter 334: The Cold Throne
[Team: Eagle Team.]
[Total Students (initial): 200.]
[Captain: Eve.]
[Survivors: 110.]
[Dead: 90 (-450,000 Points).]
[Students Information:]
[First and Second Objectives Pass: 20.]
[Failed: 90.]
[Top Three Team’s Ranking....]
[First Place: Eve: Kills: 5,173. Points: 517,300.]
[Second Place: Blade: Kills: 3,982. Points: 398,200.]
[Third Place: Stellar: Kills: 3,518. Points: 351,800.]
[Completing First and Second Objectives: +500,000 Points.]
[Total points after removing the Negative points: 5,900,168.]
"Five Million points?" Eve was stunned, staring at their total points, her exhausted body trembling slightly. In the grueling first and second rounds, their collective efforts didn’t even reach 3 million. The sheer scale of the planetary invasion had pushed their limits to the breaking point, but thanks to the chaotic third round, and with everyone’s desperate, blood-soaked efforts to farm the endless waves, they had miraculously reached Five million points.
"Impressive! Although the death rate is high, they gain a sufficient amount of point." Davy said, staring at the screen. The commentator’s voice boomed across the coliseum, magically amplified by his vocal bloodline to ensure every spectator in the sprawling stands heard him clearly. He turned his charismatic gaze to the massive audience:
"Now, let’s witness the sword Academy’s Team!"
The interface violently refreshed, swapping the crest of the Eagle Academy for the sharp, crossed blades of the Sword Empire.
[Team: Sword Team.]
[Total Students (initial): 300.]
[Captain: Jessica.]
[Survivors: 170.]
[Dead: 130 (-650,000 Points).]
[Students Information:]
[First and Second Objectives Pass: 100.]
[Failed: 70.]
[Top Three Team’s Ranking....]
[First Place: Jessica: Kills: 50,180. Points: 5,018,000.]
[Second Place: Nirvana: Kills: 20,390. Points: 2,039,000.]
[Third Place: Andrew: Kills: 10,518. Points: 1,051,800.]
[Completing First and Second Objectives: +500,000 Points.]
[Total points after removing the Negative points: 25,900,168.]
"Whoa!! Fifty thousand kills! Jessica didn’t hold back at all." Davy said in sheer shock, staring at the screen. A collective gasp rippled through the stands. Achieving fifty thousand confirmed kills against corrupted, dimensional monsters was a testament to absolute ruthlessness.
"This is crazy! How strong is she to have that many points?" A guy in the middle tiers asked in disbelief, frantically checking his own low-level system interface to make sense of the math.
"It seems the Sword Academy also have a monster amongst them." Regina said, casually resting on her plush sit, her sharp eyes analyzing the strategic implications of Jessica’s explosive growth.
The guy turned towards her, his expression a mix of awe and anticipation: "25 million points, but I still want to see the Dragon team, they are the ones holding the first on the board."
Regina slowly nodded her head, a confident smirk playing on her lips. She understood the power scaling of Galaxy Fall better than most: "My academy students already won... If Jessica can get this amount of kills, Mirabella should have at least two hundred thousand kills." She said.
".....?!"
"Two hundred thousands?!"
Everyone in her immediate vicinity turned to her in shock. The numerical gap between academies was usually measured in fractions, not exponential multipliers.
"Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?" An old man asked, nervously rubbing his white beard, his understanding of the competition’s limits challenged.
"You don’t believe me, then we will wait and see." Regina said with a dismissive shrugged, leaning back comfortably.
’You better win, Mirabella. I bet a lot of gold coins on your head.’ She thought, silently calculating her imminent windfall from the betting syndicates.
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[Sword Empire’s Royal Room.]
Far above the roaring crowds, sealed within a luxurious, soundproofed VIP room, the ruling family of the Sword Empire watched the proceedings with calculating indifference. The room was draped in heavy, enchanted velvet, the air thick with the scent of ancient incense.
"Not bad. Good points." Nadia said with a small, cold smile.
"But the death rate... More than a hundred students died." Carolina said, staring at the screen. Her hands gripped the edge of the seat. These weren’t just statistics; they were the elite heirs of noble houses and promising commoners, permanently erased from the world.
"It’s their fault for being weak, nothing else." Nadia said flatly, her voice devoid of even a sliver of empathy.
Carolina frowned deeply at her, fundamentally disgusted by the casual cruelty, and turned to her father, the Emperor, hoping for a shred of sovereign grief.
The Emperor simply waved his heavy, ring-adorned hand, not even looking away from the glittering scores:
"Don’t argue with your aunty... They are dead already, we just need to host a funeral." He said, dismissing the loss of a hundred and thirty elite cultivators as a minor administrative chore. He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with ambition, and turned his head to the screen before him:
"My only target is the resources, if we take first place again, the four protectors will give our empire more resources. We can’t lose our winning streaks." He added, referencing the ancient, unfathomable entities that governed the power across the empires. To him, the students were merely coins spent to purchase the protectors’ favor.
Carolina exhaled a shaky breath, feeling profoundly isolated in the room of vipers, and turned to her brother: "What do you say, Scott?" She asked, desperate for an ally.
Scott languidly raised his head from his steaming cup of tea: "You heard father and Aunt, why are you still asking me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, completely apathetic to the massacre.
’What sort of thinking is this? We lost more than a hundred students, and they don’t even care.’ She thought, a heavy sadness settling in her chest as she turned her gaze back to the glowing screen:
’I should make sure the funeral goes well.’ It was the only dignity left she could offer them.
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[Arena.]
The tension in the stadium reached a fever pitch. The energy hummed with the collective anticipation of millions of spectators.
"Okay everyone!! Let’s see the champions of the competition." Davy yelled, throwing his arms wide as the central screen lit up with the crimson insignia of the Dragon Academy.
The next moment, everyone in the whole Arena froze in absolute horror and sheer, unadulterated disbelief, their eyes completely wide open in shock. The system interface struggled for a microsecond to render the sheer volume of digits.
[Team: Dragon Team.]
[Total Students (initial): 250.]
[Captain: Mirabella.]
[Survivors: 240.]
[Dead: 10 (-50,000 Points).]
[Students Information:]
[First and Second Objectives Pass: 20.]
[Failed: 220.]
[Top Three Team’s Ranking....]
[First Place: Mirabella: Kills: 12,023,230. Points: 1,202,323,000.]
[Second Place: Hitachi: Kills: 216,810. Points: 21,681,000.]
[Third Place: Carl: Kills: 162,099. Points: 16,209,900.]
[Completing First and Second Objectives: +500,000 Points.]
[Total points after removing the Negative points: 1,498,163,820.]
[Congratulations!!! Completed the Third Objective: Gained 100,000,000 Points.]
[Total points: 1,598,163,820.]
DEADLY SILENCE....
The commentators were mute. The royals were paralyzed. The betting syndicates instantly collapsed. Over one billion points. Twelve million kills. Mirabella hadn’t just won the competition; she had single-handedly waged a genocide against the invasion, fundamentally breaking the established power-scaling of Galaxy Fall in front of the entire world.