Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

[The betting match has ended, the winner receives the loser’s bets. Those who bet on Zi Liyuan’s victory share a total of 2,219,860 Contribution Value.]

[Zi Liyuan bet 10K on himself, accounting for 32.1%, and earned 712,575 Contribution Value.]

Above the arena, three pieces of information appeared on the light screen.

Zi Liyuan not only won the first match but also raked in a whopping 710K Contribution Value.

“Damn, that’s a fat haul. Just one betting match and I’ve made more Contribution Value than I have since starting school.”

His guiding jade token vibrated lightly. When he checked it, he discovered the transaction information.

“But this kind of one-time shearing of most of the second-year’s leeks probably won’t happen again.”

Thanks to senior Cai Cheng’s promotions, he swayed most of the second-year students to the arena, and only a few of them bet on his victory.

That’s how he stumbled into such a large windfall, earning 710K Contribution Value so easily. It’d be nearly impossible to profit that much again in the future.

Zi Liyuan, standing on the dais, suddenly noticed that after the match, there was still a 10-second downtime, and the light screen above was still present.

So the guy’s eyes twinkle, a sly smile curling on his lips.

“Is that all? That’s the strength of a second-year senior? Number 998, that’s all you’ve got? The second-year students are really falling behind, huh?”

Arrogant, extremely provoking and mocking.

Zi Liyuan’s voice, carried by some device in the arena, reached the ears of all the spectators.

Instantly, the crowd erupted in chaos, and all kinds of curses became incessant.

“Next match, I hope for a stronger opponent, not another wax-headed silver gun like this one.”

With a spit, Lord Zi brought his provocative show to a peak, his face filled with disdain, as if he considered the second-year students beneath his notice.

“But then, if trash ranked 998 is this crappy, I guess the ones ranked higher are no different. Really, as the saying goes, ‘When there’s no tiger on the mountain, the monkey becomes king.'”

One taunt after another swept across the second-year arena, immediately infuriating the second-year students to shades of livid blue.

“Bastard! This guy’s just asking for death!”

“Ouyang Lin is a piece of trash, totally disgracing us second-year students. Why doesn’t he just die!”

“Who can call Brother Long to come and give this bastard psychological trauma!”

“Act tough a bit longer, matching you in the next battle, you’ll definitely be taught a lesson!”

“I’m so pissed! Do you really think our second year has no one else? Forget the top ten geniuses; just the top 150 alone are all Fourth Order Level 100 powerhouses. What right do you, a Third Order trash, have to be shouting here?”

…

“Tch~ a bunch of garbage. It really makes me wonder what kind of trash the previous batch of students were. I’d better get matched quickly, finish the fights, and go back home to sleep.”

Their light, derisive words left the second-year students fuming, yet they could do nothing about the guy.

Some wanted to directly challenge him, to squash Lord Zi’s arrogance, but recalling how Ouyang Lin couldn’t withstand a single “Bone Spear,” they immediately chickened out.

The 10 seconds flew by in an instant, and Zi Liyuan was kicked off to the waiting area to rest.

“Hopefully my blatant provocation just now has made the second-year students lose their cool, leading them to irrationally bet on my loss in the next match.”

Thinking this, Zi Liyuan began matching again.

Unsurprisingly, his opponent for this match was also from the top thousand, and indeed ranked higher than Ouyang Lin.

Match 2: Zi Liyuan VS Sun Yuanzhu

After just a few minutes of waiting, Zi Liyuan’s next match information appeared on the light screen above the arena.

[Player]: Sun Yuanzhu, Fourth Order LV85

[Class]: Holy Light Mage

[Arena Ranking]: 952 (Second-Year Academy Ranking)

“Wow, it’s the Goddess Sun. I heard she just passed the Fourth Order hero class change quest. I never expected she’d join the snipe.”

“Hahaha, Fourth Order versus Third Order; the difference is vast as the heavens. Crush Zi Liyuan! Support the goddess!”

“Long live Goddess Sun! Beat Zi Liyuan to a pulp!”

“Rooting for Goddess Sun, knock out that idiot Zi!”

…

When the matching information came out, the second-year students in the audience boiled with excitement. They shouted and placed their bets on their goddess to win.

In just a short time, the bets on Sun Yuanzhu surged crazily, far more exaggerated than on Ouyang Lin in the first match.

Seeing the opponent’s bets skyrocket, Zi Liyuan’s eyes gleamed. Without a second thought, he took out his guiding jade token and bet the maximum limit of 10K Contribution Value on himself.

As the final ten seconds of the match started, the betting was locked in, and the bets for both sides were displayed.

Zi Liyuan (47,050) VS Sun Yuanzhu (6,511,510)

Betting on Lord Zi, there was more than 10K increase from the last time, which annoyed him slightly, but he couldn’t do much about it.

Betting on fights always has people favoring the underdog. What if they hit the jackpot?

Didn’t the previous match have a lucky winner who struck gold?

Of course, Zi Liyuan counted as one of them, along with Cai Cheng. As for who the rest were, that remained unknown.

But this time was even more outrageous; bets on Sun Yuanzhu reached a staggering 6.51 million. That was simply absurd.

Yet Zi Liyuan could understand. After all, LSPs were plentiful, and she was a bona fide goddess. It was understandable that she could gather so much betting money.