815 The tenth person (1/2)

'All these guys seem to be having a lot of fun. Maybe I should put on a bit of a show for them?” Quinn thought.

Seeing how everyone was welcoming and Quinn looking around at all their faces, he realised that he didn't actually know many people in the Cursed faction apart from the leaders or those in a higher position. Even the original Crows, who were the first to convert and become part of the Cursed faction, Quinn didn't recognise.

”A 1000 credits on Jumbo.”

”Ah, I keep betting on the newbies and keep losing; I'll bet on jumbo as well.”

”Yeah, but those are some bad odds. I'll guess I'll bet on the new guy, even if he does look a bit clueless.”

'Ouch, that comment hurt a little,' Quinn chuckled to himself, but he knew he must have appeared to be dazed to the others.

The small Jumbo walked up to the block block game with cheers from the crowd, and he placed his two daggers back into his side, down by his legs.

”Let's start with level five. If you can't do that, I don't want everyone to lose any more money.” Said Jumbo.

”Hey, we're not all losing money. I have faith in you, Jumbo!” Someone shouted from the crowd.

The others turned to look at Quinn's expression, who just shrugged his shoulders.

”That's fine with me, whatever is best for you.”

Just because one was good at the block block game, didn't mean they would be strong in real life, but it did focus on reflex, speed, prediction and other things. When the game started for Jumbo, he excelled at these things and swiftly blocked the attacks from the machine and dodged without moving out of the zone.

'His movements are good and smooth. He reminds me a bit of Wevil, although less robotic.' Quinn thought.

The last fifteen seconds were where it really sped up, and not keeping his eyes off the machine, he managed to finish the game without getting hit. Walking out of the game room, Jumbo looked proud of himself, it was the best performance he had done so far. At best, he could pass level six, but he wouldn't be able to so a hundred percent of the time.

'No one on this ship can beat me at this game apart from my teacher. Your whole act is obviously a bluff.' Jumbo thought.

Walking up to the game room, Quinn decided that eventually, these guys would find out who he was, so why not put on quite the show for them.

”Let's get this over and done with. How about level eight?” Quinn suggested, which was the highest level the block block game went up to.

”Is he crazy? Why would he go up to level eight? He does know you can't use abilities in this?”

”He doesn't have to do this. He could just do level six; he can't be serious about the level eight thing.”

Giving a nod to the person who was controlling the game system to the side, the man started the game.

'Ha, you want to try level eight, go on then, show us something amazing.' The man thought, setting up the game.

At that moment, a particular person had entered the training room, that very person was Wevil. Wevil often went and relaxed with the others in the ship and played a few games with them from time to time.

He was growing closer with the group, and his bond was getting better with them. He felt like this was what a real faction should be like, not like that of the Parasites he was with before. As soon as he entered, he could hear the sound of cheering and talking at the back.

”These guys, they're doing bets again?” Wevil thought, walking over. Pushing through everyone, Wevil eventually reached the front and could only see the back of someone entering the game.

”Teacher!” Someone called out to him, and someone who was the same size as Wevil approached.

”Jumbo, I'm guessing you're the one playing again?” Wevil asked.

”Yes, teacher, but can you believe this new guy? He comes up to the game and asks for level eight. He's just going to embarrass himself.” Said Jumbo.

”Level eight, on the Block block game?” Wevil started to chuckle. ”There's only one person who could do…” His speech started to slow, as the screen above the game centre showed who was inside. Maybe the others didn't recognise him, but Wevil, being the first one to see Quinn did.

He placed his hands on Jumbo's shoulders.

”I'm sorry, Jumbo, ten thousand credits on the new guy!” Wevil shouted, taking advantage of the whole situation.

”Teacher, how could you bet against me!?”

”I don't think there's a person out there better than him at this game.”

The game had started, and Quinn perfectly blocked everything. He didn't do his usual tactic, where he would hit the moving parts before they came at him until the very end. When the last fifteen seconds had started, getting a little too excited, he had blocked a part of the machine, and at the same time, activated his Qi.

'Oh crap!'

It was a habit when an incoming attack as fast as the one coming toward him did. The next second, the machine's top half went flying and crashed into the wall. Crumbling to pieces.

”What!, he broke the machine. Does that count as a win?”

”He must have used an ability.”

While the others were arguing amongst others about who won, Jumbo had his head down. He had seen Quinn's impressive display and knew he wouldn't have even lasted while playing the game at level eight.

Walking up to the front before a riot started, Wevil turned around, facing the crowd and cleared his throat.