Magician in Type-Moon

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The end of this battle was too spectacular, too dramatic, and even somewhat surreal.

Matou Ike's gaze remained fixed on the projection, watching Luvia's beautiful figure as he slowly pondered.

In the first match, although her victory was secure, she misjudged the Fantasy species' endurance and adopted a simplistic strategy.

This time, she made up for the shortcomings left by that battle with an extremely gorgeous finishing move.

In terms of a magician's battle, this victory may be too unconventional, but from the perspective of the arena's proceedings, it is perfectly logical and without any flaws to criticize.

In this way, she can be completely cleared of suspicion of match-fixing.

Before the excitement of the crowd had cooled down—

"Then, the payment will be made to everyone."

The dealer remained expressionless and calmly announced the settlement.

“Mr. Isilid, you have placed a bet of two hundred chips on the Dragon’s KO-limited win. These will be forfeited.”

"Ouch."

The dealer used a T-shaped rake to retrieve two chips from Isilid's front.

“Miss Alette, you have placed a bet of 300 chips on the fighter’s KO-limited victory. Therefore, we are paying you 900 chips.”

The dealer pushed six chips in front of her.

Alette originally had only 400 chips left, and it seems that beneath her nonchalant exterior, she was almost betting everything she had.

Next, the dealer turned to Matouchi and Medea.

"Mr. Matou, you have placed a bet of 400 chips on a KO-limited victory against a fighter. Therefore, we are paying you 1,200 chips."

Won.

Although it wasn't a decisive victory like the first match, this win was still quite solid.

After all, this is a real battle, not a fake match that has been manipulated beforehand, so it is only natural that there will be no result that is beyond the realm of common sense.

"And what about Van Fem?"

Matouchi's gaze fell upon this twenty-seventh ancestor of the dead disciples.

The dealer's voice remained calm and unwavering.

“Mr. Van Fem”.

"You have bet 500 chips on the contestant's second-round limited victory, therefore these are forfeited."

"Was the match decided in the first round?"

Van Fem sighed dramatically, pressed his top hat to his chest, and looked up at the ceiling.

"That being said, I saw something good. To be honest, the arena is a bit different from my taste, but I can't stop because I can see that kind of miracle."

Matouike nodded slightly and said casually:

"There are approximately three seconds left until the end of the round."

"..."

The twenty-seventh disciple sighed again, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Those three seconds must have been fatal."

His gaze, projected through the screen, fell upon Luvia, who had already left the stage.

"That being said, the essence of life lies precisely in those gaps—words float in mid-air, thoughts remain on the ground. Words without thought cannot reach the heavens."

"Shakespeare's Hamlet?" Matou Ike nodded.

"Those are the words of atonement of a man who killed his brother to seize the throne. It's pathetic that an immature mind can't truly learn a lesson without experiencing it firsthand."

The dealer remained unmoved and took back five dragon coins from the lamenting Twenty-Seventh Patriarch.

Ishrid, seven hundred.

Alyret, one thousand.

Two thousand two hundred pieces at Jiantong Pond.

Van Fem, 1,800 pieces.

— Matouike is in the lead.

Although the gap between him and Van Fem is not significant, as long as the status quo is maintained, he can be the undisputed winner of this banquet.

However, just as the situation was beginning to stabilize—

"Lord Bai Ruolong."

The dealer's voice rang out again, and everyone's eyes instinctively focused on the smiling man.

Although Bai Ruolong's bet was a special match and theoretically unrelated to the other gamblers, Matou Ike was still paying attention to this change.

"Exchange for 300 magic circuits and bet 3,000 chips. The bet is a KO-only victory for the fighter. The odds are tripled, and 9,000 chips will be returned. In addition, the 3,000 chips bet on magic circuits will immediately turn back into magic circuits, so the final profit is 6,000 chips."

A set of staggering figures.

Even the combined stakes of Matouchi and Van Fim are far from matching his.

"You gambled that much?"

Matou Ike frowned slightly.

"That's it."

Bai Ruolong shrugged casually, as if she were talking about the weather.

He enjoyed the thrill of the betting game more than the outcome of the battle.

Perhaps this is his nature—Zagrus's god is just like that.

However, the situation has changed completely in any case.

Bai Ruolong, 6,500 pieces.

An unshakeable, overwhelming lead.

Even if all the gamblers worked together, it would be difficult to catch up with his chip count.

however--

Bai Ruolong's bet was originally a special duel, and theoretically should not affect the outcome of this bet.

...But, is it really that simple?

From the outset of this incident, as Kiz's "disciple" and a participant in the "reconstructing mythology" experiment, I was drawn into this gamble...

While Matouchi was pondering, the dealer offered his conclusion.

"Now, after another break, the final battle will begin. Please get some rest."

Chapter 503 Corpses at the Bottom of the Sea

"monarch?"

Ye Sizhen turned around and her gaze fell on the person accompanying her.

The boat they were on was speeding across the waters off Monaco, the sound of waves crashing in their ears.

"What's wrong? You look terrible."

"I just feel a little unwell."

He pressed his hand to his chest, his brows furrowing slightly.

Before my eyes, the fog was thick, as if silently telling a strange and ominous story.

—The Happy Boat on the Deadline.

According to the man in the hunting hat, the ship should be in this area of ​​the sea.

After repelling the drones, they built this ship.

They are now sailing towards the sea where the final scene of Fim's ship banquet will take place.

"Then we need to speed things up."

As Ye Sizhen spoke, the ship's engine roared, and its speed increased once again.

Meanwhile, the second battle in the arena came to an end, but elsewhere, things were quietly unfolding.

-

Melvin stood in front of a room with a red-haired young man.

"Ah, this is...!"

The young man opened his eyes wide.

"Do you know, Elgo?"

Upon hearing his voice, Melvin smirked smugly.

“This is the room I ‘got’ from Van Fem. I’ve tampered with it a little.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly reached out and touched the four corners of the door with his fingertips, then struck the tuning fork in his hand.

——Buzz——

The doors resonated.

Elgo frowned slightly.

He could sense that this was some kind of barrier technique.

But is it merely a barrier?

“A typical barrier is, in essence, just a magical barrier. But this one… it completely separates the ‘two sides’ on a more fundamental level.”

Melvin added with a smile:

"In other words, what is the boundary between the two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds?"

Elgo squinted.