Trapped Inside the Beta Test World for 1000 Years-Chapter 34 – Look, you made me cry, what pity

If Xia Ya doesn't bet on himself to win, the other side will bring out the gnome mage, Milhouse, number 26.
Milhouse is level 55, skilled in ice, fire, and arcane magic, with only four skills, but his casting time is just a quarter of a normal mage's. Even level 60 players might not be able to defeat him.
But in reality, this guy is easy to deal with; he's extremely afraid of his wife. Xia Ya only needs to say one sentence to scare him off.
However, doing so would make it impossible to wrap things up afterward.
If Maka summons Synlos here, it would be a disaster, and the priestess Mia would die in battle.
This is something Xia Ya doesn't want to see.
Moreover, once he owns 0.1% of the Gold Only Society's shares, wealth is one thing, but on the other hand, he would also be targeted by the Church of Judgment.
A level 10 stealth paladin is no joke; they would even take the wet soil back for a urine test if Xia Ya peed, let alone parade around with Yveline, a dark elf.
So he must bet on himself to lose.
Also, to save Luke.
Luke has a crucial identity.
He is the son of Holy Seat Archbishop Frederick and the seal medium for the monster Maengron hidden beneath the Fight Club.
The tentacle that saved Empy earlier was controlled by Luke to fling out because Empy is his only friend.
In other words, this Holy Seat Archbishop who dreams of immortality, Mia's teacher, used his own son as a medium to seal such a monster.
As Frederick's son, Luke is undoubtedly a genius with excellent talent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to comprehend the skill "Blitz."
But after being used as a sealing medium, he could never level up in his life.
Frederick is waiting for the right opportunity to merge with the sea beast, at which point Luke will die, but he doesn't care about Luke's life at all. To him, Luke is just a tool, not even considered a person.
If no one intervenes, the slumbering Maengron will remain trapped in the giant tank beneath the club, and Luke will stay in Astan City until Frederick finds the right time to merge. By then, not only will it be a tragedy for him, but Mia, favored by the Holy Spirit, will also be a tragedy.
Merging bodies requires a trace of divinity, and Frederick cultivated Mia to use the girl's pure soul and abundant vitality to nourish the divinity.
At that time, the priestess girl would burn fiercely in the divine fire, using her last light and heat to fully mature the divinity.
Xia Ya had seen that scene; Mia was completely willing, burning herself in a desperate atmosphere to save everyone.
Frederick's actions were naturally influenced by Synlos, although the latter ultimately failed, but in the process, countless tragedies were created.
Each time this storyline repeats, it shocks Xia Ya more than the last.
The more he understands, the more he realizes how many people's pasts and futures are intertwined in this.
Individual destinies are like precisely meshed gears, big or small, fast or slow. Under a seemingly insignificant force, they creak and turn, driving the overall action. Eventually, they converge into an unstoppable force, pushing the wheels of the world forward.
Only at this moment does the unyielding bloom of personal belief and will seem so precious.
While Xia Ya was in a daze, Luke finished regulating his breath, adjusting to his best state, with only a faint connection left with Maengron, focusing most of his attention on Xia Ya.
"It's time."
The young man whispered, his body suddenly pulling out a shadow.
Everyone could clearly see the sword blade moving forward, breaking through the air.
They could even feel the despair and coldness on the blade.
It was as if they were standing in front of that sword in place of Xia Ya, ready to be slaughtered.
The aura rushed towards them, and describing it purely with temperature had lost its meaning.
This was a sword without mercy, without compassion, without retreat.
Every time at this moment, Xia Ya would be moved to tears.
Because before this sword's edge, he felt fear and a survival instinct rising from the depths of his heart.
I want to live.
I don't want to die.
I am a living person!
I'm not numb data!
This is so wonderful...
"So wonderful..."
Xia Ya was already in tears.
Then, he took a deep breath and kicked Luke away.
Without mercy.
Luke flew out, rolling several times on the iron net, his face scratched.
"As expected, did I fail again..."
The young man slowly got up, looking desolate.
"No, you succeeded."
"Are you pitying me?"
"Look, you made me cry, what pity."
Xia Ya smiled, wiped the tears from his face, and then jumped out of the arena.
A level 14 swordsman, theoretically, is also within the instant kill range of this skill.
But the reason it doesn't work on him is not because he's strong, but because he's experienced similar situations too many times.
A movie that dries your tear ducts, the first time, the second time, the tenth time is still moving.
But after watching it a hundred and seventy-seven times, can you still cry?
Xia Ya can't, anyway.
But he would still be moved; he could feel the joy of being human, the attachment to life, yet he wouldn't be intimidated by the momentum of this sword.
"Beep beep beep—"
The piercing alarm sounded, rescuing everyone from the charm of that sword.
After the daze, came a sky full of curses, even more than when Johnny Olsen left!
Among them, Maka arrogantly held up the loudest megaphone and shouted:
"What a pity, what a pity, our Xia Ya actually lost to the rookie Luke, number 1!
"Let me see how many people guessed wrong...
"Tsk tsk, you bunch of idiots, you actually put all the money you just earned into this, are you pigs waiting to be slaughtered, is your brain as small as a sparrow's! How can you possibly earn gold coins like this!!
"Look at that dark elf lady, her gold coins are almost too much for her to carry!"
Sure enough, the gamblers' hostile gazes fell on Yveline, or more accurately, the money bag beside her.
Inside, there were at least three thousand gold coins.
Most of them came from their pockets.
Maka timely played a tune only heard at the United Holy Nation's knight tournaments, and as the stirring melody began, everyone was eager to move.
The air gradually heated up, and when the first person jumped down from the stands, the second quickly followed.
The third...
...
Maka sat on a viewing pillar, looking down at the tragedy about to unfold.
He had the ogres ready with mops and water to clean up the scene, maliciously staring at Xia Ya.
You're dead!
"The one who should be dead is you, mushroom head."
Xia Ya smiled at Maka and walked straight towards Yveline.
Swoosh
Xia Ya drew his sword, drawing a line on the ground.
"Cross it, and die."
The gamblers, though angry, hadn't lost their minds. The scene of Xia Ya fighting ten in a row was still vivid, and no one present wanted to be the first to step forward, so the crowd's momentum suddenly stopped.
Maka was about to speak to incite them, but saw Xia Ya take out 5 gold coins from the money bag.
"Conte, raise your hand."
The wriggling crowd paused, and a lion-faced orc over two meters tall raised his furry arm.
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"Catch."
Xia Ya tossed the money, and Conte caught it steadily.
The others were also stunned.
What does this mean?
Is he... returning the money?
But how much each person should get, can he remember?
The lion named Conte was also surprised. After getting the money, he didn't leave but continued to greedily eye the money bag.
"Get lost, Conte. You've been here since Gedia's first match this morning, losing a total of 5 gold coins. Do you want to get back the money you lost before too?"
The lion grinned awkwardly, feeling ashamed.
He originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos, but Xia Ya was completely correct, so he quickly left the venue in embarrassment.
"Pizarro, 2 gold 50 silver, this is yours."
Xia Ya called another name.
"Are you sure?" Pizarro squeezed through the crowd, agitated, "I remember it was 2 gold 70 silver!"
"80 silver times 1.5 is 1 gold 20 silver, not 1 gold 40 silver, you calculated wrong."
"Oh, oh, I see, thank you..."
Pizarro suddenly understood and left with the money.
"Milad, 3 gold... don't question my arithmetic and memory, 7 times 1.4 is 9.8, not 10.8!"
...
"Jimny, 11 gold, take it."
...
"Chasia, this is yours, I won't say the exact amount to avoid being ed to your wife. Don't worry, I won't cheat you."
...
The money in the bag was handed out by Xia Ya piece by piece, and the hostility in the gamblers' eyes dissipated visibly.
Instead, there was intense curiosity.
The half-elf in front of them seemed like he had lived in Astan City for over forty years, knowing everyone's past and the day's experiences like the back of his hand.
He could accurately point out how much each person lost, not a single copper coin more, and any gambler trying to take advantage of the chaos would be seen through at a glance, then have their ear pinched and recalculated from the start, even pulling out past black materials, ultimately having to flee in shame under the ridicule of the crowd.
The return of the bets proceeded in an oddly orderly manner, and in the end, not only did the gamblers leave obediently, but Xia Ya himself was left with over four hundred gold coins.
Thud
Maka fell from the pillar.
Face first.