Chapter 3.5 Tournament Arc I (continued)

It was time for final against Hadrian, and I was pumped, feeling good. The only problem was that I actually had no ducking idea what Hadrian could do. That was fine though because I grinded for those skills and stats before my match, I actually felt like I could sweep him, but who would have known that my dear friend Hadrian over here, had a fucking sword that was the very definition of "just stay away I'm to fucking op."

Hadrian's sword looks normal at first, thats where he gets ya, he never unleashed the true potential of his sword. He unleashed this bad boy against me because, well I am a pro fucking gamer, and I can fuck people up in this world. Back to the point, his sword is just the most stereotypical, op fantasy looking ass sword in the world. This thing shines fucking gold light, it illuminates holy energy, it's basically like looking at the sun.

Hadrian swings his sword at me, and he is a good distance away, the sword doesn't reach me, but the energy from the sword does. The energy alone caused me mad damage. I had to do something. I casted my buffs, all of them. My mp was in a good state. Luckily I was to fast for Hadrian to hit me. I was positive I knew what that sword was, but I just couldn't put two and two together. I was desperately trying to remember what sword that was while dodging because if I remembered I might remember a weakness too.

I remembered the sword's name, and only because it has one of the most unfortunate names out of any of the weapons in BCO. Its name is, get this, Holy Penetrator. Its basically if a priest was a sword (vote with power stone if you liked this joke). Despite the glorious name, its power is no joke, this thing has a little amount of weaknesses, but that doesn't mean none.

The swords biggest weakness is in the mental state of the user. The user cannot have a mind set clouded with rage. How does a game know if you are raging, it doesn't. In BCO there was a buff/debuff you could put on people called rage, and with that you couldn't use the sword. Luckily, this was not the game and I could actually cause people to rage and affect their weapon, and as a veteran Xbox live party chat master, I knew how to get people to rage. In my times as a toxic gamer, I developed what one can call a theory on how to get people to rage or quit. Step 1: Know what pisses off your target. Since Hadrian was of noble birth, the thing that was most likely to make him mad was disrespecting his family and his family name. Step 2: Formulate insults that relate to the intel you previously required. In this instance, I formulated insults relating to his family name and his sister, the heir to the family. Step 3: Execute plan. Optional step 4: If it didn't work the first time, regroup and try again.

My perfect theory was in action. I started by laughing at Hadrian to get that initial sting in, to irritate him slightly. He asked "what's so funny." I just said "how bad do you have to be to literally not hit me once." Hadrian said "oh, lets see about that." I already knew my plan was working. Hadrian still couldn't hit me because of my speed, but my mp was running out so I had to execute my plan quickly. "Hadrian, how atrocious does the Meylor family have to be to not even be able to raise a son who is competent to land one strike on a gamer such as my self who has been wielding real blades for less than a week." I don't think he understood the last part because I think he thought that I was wielding blades my whole life. Hadrian was starting to get a little pissed.

The crowd wasn't having any of my insults, they saw disrespecting someone from the Meylor family as a crime worthy of capital punishment. Its like in Skyrim, yes you are the dragon born and yes I am the Blademage, and yes technically I have more authority than nobles, but no one cares. They just treated me like any other person, but at that point I didn't care because that would most likely change when I become king. Anyway, the crowd was shooting me death stares and I wasn't having it. I was starting to rage a little, which was good because I could take that rage out on Hadrian with my words.

I continued insulting Hadrian, and I found what pissed him off the most. Insults about his sister really riled him up. I didn't know the relationship between them, I was hoping it wasn't an ole Alabama type relationship because that is not what this story needs in the slightest, but the insults ticked him off. I didn't come up with anything clever, I was just calling his sister the usual insults, whore, slut, bitch, tramp, skank, cock tease, and I even tried to speak their old fashioned language a bit more so I called her a wench. I also did the usual bit where you say you fucked her last night when you really didn't. Now, listen this is important, very important, I AM NOT SEXIST. I was only saying these terms to piss off Hadrian. I didn't mean any of them, in fact, when I met his sister, I thought she was a fine, beautiful, and respect worthy person. DON'T take this out of context please, I swear I am not scum, well, not that bad of scum.

With my hindsight now, I realize I probably should have stayed away from the sister insults because the sister, father, brothers, mother, the princess, all important people, and literally everyone in the stadium heard them. I was not having a good time. Hadrian raged to much and could no longer use his sword, I won, but at what cost. I was the most despised guy, only for a few hours though.

The champion got to make a speech while claiming the pass for the unlimited resources while attending the school. In my speech I explained why I used my insults. My speech was the following "Hello. Before you all misunderstand me, I am deeply sorry for my words during the match. I know I must have offended the entirety of the Meylor family, the nobles in this stadium, and all women that might have been watching. I have reasons for this. In case you guys don't know, Hadrian's sword is named umm... Holy Penetrator, and it is a really powerful sword. Unfortunately I lacked the skill to win against such a blade with my blade. Imma be frank with y'all, that sword only has one weakness, and that weakness is that it cannot be used if the user's mind is clouded with rage. All my insults were actually just strategic strikes to insure my victory because if you can't win one way, win a different way." Luckily it cleared up the misunderstanding, and the Meylor family forgave me, and Hadrian's dad actually died laughing, but the other nobles saw me as a disgrace to all bladesmen. Didn't matter to me though because I had secured one of the spots to the banquet, and the other spot was begging to be grasped by my sweaty palms. It was soon time for the magic exam, and I had to grind out some grimoires to learn new skills.