Stalking One's Stalker

Mercenary District, Trinity.

Max shook his head as he looked at the announcement of results for the Orca event. They really had the shittiest possible luck. If they had the dummies counted, then they would have won the competition by at least 50,000 points lead. That wasn't a small number. It would have been practically a one sided win.

But, their luck sucked it seems.

"Orca really got lucky." Max shook his head with a helpless smile. Those guys had taken a heavy risk, a single mistake would have directly sent them to the bottom.

After all, there was one rule which stated that a team losing all the members would have half of their points deducted as a penalty.

Luckily, they weren't wiped out even after pulling maneuvers like that, and engaging the Commanding beast's as well as all the Academies.

And, most of their points had come indirectly.