FVN Chapter 357: Chapter 357 - The Main Antagonist Won Big
Chapter 357: Chapter 357 - The Main Antagonist Won Big
Chapter 357: - The Main Antagonist Won Big
[Name: Broken]
[Level: 129]
[Class: Unique - Super Novice | Unique - Royal Blacksmith | Unique - Rift Digger]
[Health: 2,580 | Mana: 4,188]
[Strength: 865 | Agility: 324 | Intelligence: 349 | Constitution: 258 | Stamina: 250]
[Charisma: 100 | Luck: 35 | Dexterity: 50 | Survival: 30 | Perception: 20]
[Available Stat Points: 70]
[Weight: 553/5190]
Broken took a moment to check his overall stats, knowing that a death match required careful consideration. He still had 70 unspent stat points, and he knew exactly where they needed to go. Without any armor or weapons equipped-only wearing his rings-it was clear that Constitution and Stamina were lagging behind the rest of his stats.
Deciding quickly, he allocated 35 points into Constitution and 35 into Stamina. It was a smart move-those stats had been falling behind, and now they were finally catching up.
Without his extraordinary armor and weapons, his stats appeared fairly ordinary, though still impressive for his level. In fact, his total stats were comparable to a level 180 player, thanks to the extra stat points he had gained from achievements, not just by leveling up.
[Strength: 865 | Agility: 324 | Intelligence: 349 | Constitution: 293 | Stamina: 285]
With his Constitution and Stamina boosted, Broken's stats now appeared more balanced. He wasn't too worried about being killed easily; after all, he had Ethereal Form, which would trigger automatically if he was on the verge of death, and it required no Mana to activate. Still, he had no intention of revealing that trump card in front of the crowd.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the match.
The demon charged at him confidently, aiming a punch straight at him. For the opening move, Broken deflected the hit with the outer part of his arm to measure the demon's strength, though he was pushed back slightly.
Not bad. It could provide him with a little fun for a real challenge in a battle.
The demon quickly followed up with punches from both the left and right. Broken dodged with precise movements, slipping to the sides and ducking under each attack before putting some distance between them. He smiled, realizing this demon had better combat skills than his previous opponents.
"No way!"
Broken ignored the sound, his focus locked on his opponent. His fists continued to rain down, blood covering the demon's face as Broken pounded him into the ground. Even as the demon collapsed, Broken didn't stop-punch after punch, driving deeper into the demon's skull.
With one final kick to the head, the demon's body disappeared from the arena, vanishing as he died.
The arena fell into a stunned silence, so quiet that even the sound of a dropped drink echoed across the space. No one spoke, not even the host, as the longtime champion of the 1st floor had just been brutally defeated by a newcomer.
Broken, his faceless mask concealing any emotion, turned his gaze toward the host. "Make sure to mention my name correctly."
The host, snapping out of his shock, took a deep breath and announced with a booming voice, "Void Reaper wins!"
The crowd sat frozen in disbelief as the name echoed through the arena.
After that brutal victory, the name "Void Reaper" quickly spread throughout the Fight Club Tower, gaining recognition from everyone who had witnessed the match. For days, his reputation grew, whispered in every corner of the tower.
The very next day, Broken wasted no time and ascended to the second floor. It was still an easy challenge for him. He completed all his fights in a single day with a clean sweep. Each match left the crowd more stunned than the last, and now the bets had started to shift in his favor.
More people were putting their money on him.
By the third day, Broken had already advanced to the third floor. Here, the fighters were stronger, mostly at level 140 and above, and it was clear that the battles were becoming more serious and intense. The real challenge had finally begun.
On the third floor, the arenas began to get more unpredictable-like fire jets shooting from the walls every few seconds. Fighters could use these hazards to force their opponents into the flames, resulting in a gruesome, fiery death. The environment was brutal, designed to push combatants to their limits.
But beyond the carnage, Broken had been raking in money at an astonishing rate. In just three days, he had amassed around 100 hell gold coins.
He couldn't help but wonder why earning money in this game seemed so easy. It hadn't even been two days in the real world, and he'd already amassed a considerable amount of cash. Wasn't this incredible? It was the kind of money that would require some serious thought just to figure out how to spend it all. Yeah, he wasn't used to living lavishly yet.
Of course, this success was largely due to his stats being well above the average for his level, and he had even bet on his own matches a few times. This combination had led him to walk away with far more money than he ever expected.
As Broken returned to the inn, he found Subaru waiting outside his room. "Broken, I have
urgent news for you," Subaru said without hesitation.
Broken raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked.