Unlimited World - 90% of the battle for productive jobs is ready

GW (Golden Week) Day 7.

It looks like rain outside the real world today, but it was sunny regardless in the game.

Naturally, there is no weather system in the first place.

When I log in, I check again for defects in my gear and consumables to bring in.

... Ok, nothing to forget or missing.

Well, I'm just in the mood, and there's only a qualifying session in the morning.

Exactly, there's no seed because he's a beta-era tournament winner, so he needs to win from the qualifying round.

Preliminary, but in the Jazz class, it's a battle royal divided into four groups.

Each combination is supposed to allow the two remaining players to enter the final tournament until the end.

I've decided not to use rifles, Holy Spirit weapons, and consumables during the qualifying period.

This is because I want to keep my hand tags hidden, not 'tied up play' or 'nape p'.

It is decided that more concealed balls should be available without confirmation of their existence.

I logged in at 9am Real Time, but qualifying...... or the opening ceremony starts at 10am Real Time.

In other words, there are about two hours available when it comes to in-game time.

Well, how am I supposed to kill time.

"Ah, Twa. Good morning. How are you doing today?

"Mm, Yuki. Good morning, if you're feeling all right."

Looks like Yuki's been logged in since this time, too.

Because the room in the clan home is the same, which is set as the login location, we often meet face to face immediately after logging in.

"In the meantime, I can't help but talk here and go to the conversation room"

"Yeah, let's go. Today's lunch is made yesterday."

Is today's event like an excursion or picnic for Yuki?

Can't you help it because it's not much different from what you're looking at in the audience?

When I went to the talking room, the rest of the members were already logged in.

"Good morning. You're all early."

"Oh, Twa, good morning. No, right. I delivered the order I finished yesterday."

"Um, because it was quite a lot. I'm tired."

"It's my fault that we're so critical."

Apparently, these three were after they finished handing out the gear they were being asked to.

"That's annoying again."

"Yeah, it was a rewarding job, but I'm tired."

"Still, the lords who are finished with the delivery work are still fine. I have one more thing left to work on."

"Yeah? It's not uncommon for Dwan to work late."

"By the way, can I ask you what kind of work you have left?

"Well, it's not a request to hide, and yeah. Mr. White Wolf asked me to do it."

When it comes to the shield that Mr. White Wolf is asking for...

"Oh, that shield? Difficult to make after all?

"It's already close to perfection if you want to talk technical. However, because of the use of demonic stones, the quality is not stable."

... Oh, that.

"Hey, were you waiting for my hand to be empty or something?

"You had expectations. After today's tournament, you're free, right?

"Okay. I'll help you make one, too."

I have one appointment after the tournament.

I don't mind because Mr. White Wolf takes care of something.

"... With that said, how do I access the event venue? I wasn't listening yesterday because I wasn't interested at all."

"A menu window is supposed to open for participants to transfer to the event venue 10 minutes before the start. I think the same goes for spectators."

"Could it have? I don't remember seeing it yesterday."

"The spectators just get a system message when it's time. I can't help but notice."

"I see.... By the way, what happens if competition contestants are late?

"Safe if during the opening ceremony. When the qualifying starts, it's out. I think it was."

"You're surprisingly cynical..."

"Sort of. But if you don't stay close to it, you can't help it because you can make a difference between someone who was quick and someone who was slow."

"So is that. By the way, Twa. Are you ready? Have you forgotten anything?

"Don't say anything like yesterday's professor. I've already checked a few times.... you're not ready for that one any more?

"Ready for us?

"Yes, prepare the spectators. If you want to watch the game in the same group, you can party in advance, join the Reid team, and they'll transfer you to the same private room."

"What if we weren't having a party?

"He said he'd be transferred to pieces. So if you want to watch the game with all of us, you can throw a party."

"Copy that. Shall we have a party then?"

As we chatted like that, a system message and a confirmation window appeared.

Apparently, it's time.

"Well, it looks like it's time, and I'm coming."

"We're going, too. Good luck with that, Twa!

"Well, there's no way you're going to miss the qualifying round, but be careful."

I'm not hanging in there.

"Hang on, Twa."

"Oh, I'm coming"

I manipulated the confirmation window to move to the venue of the militant tournament.

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"… one last word from the Director of the Operations Management Office"

The opening ceremony will continue safely only in the words of the manager of the Operations Management Office, who provided the example avatar.

'Good morning, everyone. This is Sakahara, head of the Operations Management Office. Today is a Jazz class, so the rules are very different from the other two classes. I expect each of them to fight using their own traits. I wish you all a good fight....... I don't like to talk too long, so I will end my greeting with this. One last time, I wish you all the best.'

'We will now conclude the Jazz Class Opening Ceremony, after which the participants will be forwarded to the Modern Room. Please wait there until your own qualification begins. You will be transferred to the match venue 5 minutes before the match begins. Please wait at the venue until the match begins after that. It should be noted that the rules are as explained earlier. … we will now begin the transfer'

Together with the GM words of the facilitator, our participants were transferred to the modem.

… Does the decrease from the number of people at the opening ceremony mean that there are several modem rooms?

Are there about 30 participants in the modem here... as far as I can tell?

You should think of it as surprisingly much.

There were 100 people at the opening ceremony.

... I don't know how many of these people are 'real' production jobs.

After waiting awhile, some of the players who were in the modem moved away.

I'd say they're the first set of qualifiers.

... the qualifying period is scheduled to be 30 minutes per game, so I have a long wait and I'm free.

I was so free that I decided to take out the Holy Spirit weapon and try to polish the barrel.

It wouldn't make a lot of sense where I did this, but I want to take care of it because it's a special weapon.

It's just a matter of mood.

"Heh, I can't afford Master Gunner taking out a gun and polishing it in a place like this, dude"

... I would have been different again if I could at least have seen it in another game.

"Hey, are you listening, you kid!

… throw it into operation as a request for improvement.

Waiting time is too free.

"I'm telling you I'm asking!! This paper fox kid!!!

............... Shut up, GM call for now.

"Hey, come on, you little brat!

"That's the way to go. What are you gonna do when you're free and you sell a fight to someone else?"

"What a busy mouth. I've got cancer! Did I warn you...?

"It should have been one of the rules not to make a scene in the pantry. I'm breaking that rule. One or two of the warnings will fly."

"This fucking fox is kidding..."

Words never came out of his mouth after that.

This guy himself seems surprised, but he's probably sanctioned by GM.

It also means disqualification if you do this any more.

After that, he still looked like he had been calling for a while, but eventually he gave up or glanced, and then walked somewhere.

... It seemed like a sight to be puckering my mouth with even a rampage, too bad.

After that, there was nothing to talk about or involve, and the participants in WW2 missed the transfer, and their turn finally came around in WW3.

... I think it's a long wait for an hour even though there's nothing there.

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The venue for the qualifying round was quite large.

There were probably between 20 and 30 players on that stage.

"Hey fucking fox! It was the same set or no luck!!

The guy who was making a scene earlier seems to be in this group as well.

"Don't worry, I'll kill the paper fox gunner with one blow... why can't you get close!!

This guy, you haven't heard the rules at all.

"It's a rule we can't get close to within 10 meters of each participant until qualifying starts. You didn't hear me, idiot."

A circle of light is drawn in a circle of 10 meters around each foot.

There are no other players in this circle.

"Ahem!? How dare you talk to this' Demon King 'Gillan like that!!

"Demon King" is a place for people whose punishment was lightened by "The Black Beast".

"The Black Beast" is involved again...

"I don't know if it's 'Demon King' or 'Demon King', but I don't even know if I've had any more warnings."

I leave my idiot alone and move towards the edge of the stage.

There are no off-site loss rules for this martial arts tournament.

So there is an invisible wall at the edge of the stage.

Once I've confirmed the existence of the wall, I'll turn my back on the edge of the stage and wait for the game to begin.

"Well, the paper fox is in a bad mood! When the game starts, I will slash you to death!!

Looks like the idiot was following me earlier too.

Well, it's harmless, so I'll let it go.

Eventually, a minute before the start of the match, a countdown display is shown in the virtual window.

That's getting fewer and fewer numbers...

5… 4… 3… 2… 1… START!!

The last 'START' appeared, as well as the circle under his feet disappeared.

"Ooh, die or fucking fox!!

"Let's start with you, fox!

"Disappear here [Bomber]!!

They flock together as the players who were around them showed each other.

Looks like some players know who I am from what I hear.

I point the magic gun in both hands at them.

Instead of targeting, however, point forward in such a way that it is just fan-shaped, slightly away from the front.

"I don't have a plan. Is that what you thought? Then get lost from you guys. Spreadshot!"

Declare (use) the only ranged attack in the Gunner system.

Then a bullet was fired in a fan-shaped fashion from each of the demon guided guns in both hands, that is, nearly 180 degrees ahead of me.

"Damn!!

"Become!!

"I knew it..."

Then all the players that were imminent in front of them disappeared into particles of light.

"Oops, it's game 3 but it looks like there are already over 10 shepherds out there!! It's not even 30 seconds since we started!!

Live voices wooded.

Apparently, 10 people blew up with just one shot right now.

... I thought one or two of them would be knocked out.

Players who didn't join the first simultaneous offense are looking at me faraway.

No one is left within 10 meters, which was the lowest distance at the start.

Or no one will try to attack me.

"Come on... at least try to pack the distance..."

I'm not trying to attack you all the time, even if you're moaning.

Or all the gaze on the stage was pointing this way.

"Ha, if you're not coming that way, we're going this way. Lightning bolt!!"

Shoot the lightning bolt against a slightly hardened group of people who were nearest each other.

Thunder Xun, a magic gun held in his left hand, faintly emits light and amplifies the power of magic.

Then, along with the roar, lightning struck and all the players in the target's nearby field blew it without a trace.

'This is amazing!! Twa player, now I've wiped out half the participants!!

Live voices echo again.

"Hey, that guy..."

"You're lying, why are you in the same group as him..."

"I'm an owatta... I can't believe it's the same group as the [bomber]..."

Apparently, they know a lot about me.

The people I didn't realize when I saw them didn't know about me, or couldn't they tell because their gear was changing?

Anyway, I've done it flashy, and there's no other player approaching.

As for how things are going here, if there are any players approaching, do you decide to fight?

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"Uh, Twa. I don't want to have a drink during the game."

Such a voice comes from the reality.

"You have no choice. When I get close, they all run and they don't fight."

Yes, since then, no one has set me up even though it's been 20 minutes.

Or it's the end of getting away from me at a glance.

For the first 5 minutes or so I tried to fight seriously too.

But they get away, and besides, even the ones I was fighting when I got close, they rush away from each other.

I waited about 10 minutes after that to see if anyone would attack me near the center of the stage.

No one attacked me, fighting in the corner of the stage.

And then I gave up fighting any more and stopped at the edge of the stage and moved into watching mode.

Now is the time.

"What happens in this case, Tomita GM in the commentary?

'What this case refers to...... you won't have a problem with being able to drink beverages because they aren't systematically banned. I don't have a buff though. And as for not fighting... the other participants will have no choice but to flee. "

'Uh, so is that...... but in this case, what happens to the finalists when the time runs out?

'The first condition is how many other players you defeated. So Twa, who has defeated more than half of them, is definitive in the finals. If the battle did not arrive due to the number of players defeated, this is the percentage of battles remaining HP. If there was still no difference, it would be a sadondess-style showdown by the remaining participants.'

"Is it a sadondez method?

'Yes, it is a mode of fighting with max HP as 1.... That's exactly what I don't suppose you'll ever get in there.'

'Thank you for the commentary. So if Twa isn't willing to fight any more, watch the game on the edge of the stage. "

You don't have to tell me.

If you think about it, "Top 2" is the final.

So you don't have to take me down?

... I feel like a lass boss.

And, by the way, if you used magic, there are just a few players in range.

Leave me alone because I'm not willing to serve any more!

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"Decided -!! As a result of having about 1 player too strong, it even brought us to the critical point of time, but the finalists decided!!

Apparently, the last one has been decided.

The one who wins feels like he's already worn out.

"Then the Meister Class Qualifier Heat 3 finalists are decided for Twa and Geese -!!

For once, he became the finalist, and he put his drink in the inventory and showed it with one hand up.

It feels like this one too, but cheers happen.

I don't know if it's a performance of the operation or if it really cheered.

After a moment, it was transferred to a different private room.

It would mean spending time here until the end of the last game.

I couldn't help but take the food and drinks out of my inventory and decided to wait for Game 4 to end.