Chapter 77: The Rules of the Event (1/2)

The sun shined on Jake's body and instantly he knew that it was morning. It was Sunday, the day of the Ranked Stages, the final stage of the competition.

Jake rose up from his position and feel the burn of the sun on his body.

It was not that intense due to the blue clouds that absorbed the rays of sunlight.

Jake stripped himself and went to the bathroom. The competition was situated in the afternoon, so he had enough time to prepare.

In his bathtub, he grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his hair short. Despite cutting his hair short months ago, the silky-beautiful hair had grown longer to his shoulder length.

It was sure to hinder him in battle, so he mercilessly cut it short.

In the same spirit, Jake took care of some of his other features, beautifying them.

Jake took about two hours before he came out of his bathroom.

Jake had to make sure his injuries did not show on his face and would not hinder him in his fight.

He removed his bandages and to his surprise, it had healed. On second thought, he realized that it was normal as he was a cultivator.

Walking out of the door, Jake faced his drawer, 'What should I wear?'

The Ranked stage was bound to be more difficult. Plus, there was a chance that armors would be allowed.

Jake doesn't like wearing armor. He felt they were restrictive. Still, he knew full well the advantages of armors, be it a full-armor or half-armor.

However, Jake wasn't a fan of such an outfit. He thrived well under light combat outfits, just like an assassin.

Yet, Jake had to understand his opponent wouldn't be easy on him, so he had to at least wear a protective piece.

So, right now, he was deciding between wearing a leather outfit or a normal material outfit.

Ultimately, he decided on the leather combat armor.

He donned it on and checked the outfit.

He had bought it when he was in Pinesun City along with some other ones. It might not be as good as the armors he would see in the competition but it was better than nothing.

Jake dumped the remaining spare outfits in his spatial ring as he couldn't predict whether he would need it or not.

He brought out his sword and fixed it to his belt in a graceful manner.

Now, he looked ready to fight. It was different from the battle in the tunnel where he had to fight for his life just to get an advantage.

Jake sat on his bed as he tried to look at the sun.

Of course, his eyes could not maintain constant lockdown with the sun but it was okay.

In the books he read, there were rumored cultivators who were gods among men. They could fly, destroy planets, and accomplish many other feats.

It was said that throughout the countless years, only a few cultivators had achieved that status.

However, there weren't spared from the Nether Wars. They were met with equal opponents from the Netheran side.

That was how strong the Netherans were. Jake reckoned that the zombies in Aztec were not even a bit strong. That was how they were able to contain it.

The other types of zombies were the real zombies who could rival cultivators. The Demonbeasts also possessed creatures who could rival the peak of cultivators. Various other races also had their participants in the race.

Talking about races, Jake had checked the library for the records of various races, but it was to no avail.

The library held no account of any race other than humans.

Jake was disappointed that he could not find out the origin of the mysterious creature. As he advanced more and more, Jake had to admit that he might have underestimated the power of the creature.

Up till this point, he has not seen any other person more powerful than the creature. This could be seen from the way the creature commanded him through a mysterious force.

Jake, himself, had to admit that his victory was a fluke, but that's how life is, a combination of flukes.

Many people get lucky often, and while Jake was loved by bad luck, he had his moments.

The difference between him and other people was he always took advantage of his fleeting luck.

He wondered if he would be able to win the event, but wasn't bothered that much.

He was never hoping to win it. He just wanted to receive the rewards which were still hidden from the public.

He wondered what they were or if they would be of benefit to him.

Jake's head was filled with random thoughts as he blankly stared at the sky.

...

Afternoon.

”How do you feel,” a teen asked another teen.