Problem with the Luck...

Looking around at the large space filled with thousands of competitors, Eden could not help but gasp in surprise. This was the hall where he was going to compete with everyone else.

In the enclosed hall, everyone present was sizing up each other.

Though Eden too was one of the competitors among those, who were able to achieve a full score, no one gave him a second look. Probably, because of how normal he looked.

Then again, Eden hadn't worn his alloy suit. Instead, he was wearing some casual clothes.

Looking around he could see some of them, who were dressed up like royalties, which they probably were. Eden didn't care about them, just like everyone else.

Instead, following the instruction provided to them via comm, everyone started moving around as instructed by their comm into different terminals.

He too started walking towards the middle-level terminal, as instructed by the comm. Though even now, he still hadn't turned off the live program, in his AR comm.

Why?

He was waiting for his first appearance in the program.

However, after waiting for ten or so minutes, his face had yet to make an appearance. Instead, the flying cams were still focusing on those wearing high-end designer clothes. Especially, those who were dressed up as a clown.

He was so pissed that; he was just one step away for activating his alloy suits.

"Just wait, I will see your faces when I climb up the ranks."

The moment he reached his terminal, the host finally made his appearance on top of the hall.

"Welcome to the D.S.C.M.C."

All of a sudden, the huge sphere above everyone's head started sliding below. Finally, all of them could see the audiences who had already been waiting for them to make an appearance with a loud and excited roar.

Looking at the audience, he could only shake his hand. Because he knew, these people only knew cheering those who looked beautiful or pretty. They didn't care about the capability of any mechanics, at all. He also knew the moment his name started to crush upon other useless mechanics who had come here stuffing loads of boosters, he was going to get lots of boos.

A similar type of popular idiot, who he knew was here, only after stuffing boosters, happened to be seated right in front of him. Looking from the corner his eyes he could see that the person was still waving at those mindless fans.

"So. He is from this planet."

The mere fact that the person happened to be seated in front of him was giving him a headache. Sitting in front of him could only mean, he was Eden's competitor in the upcoming match.

Looking at the luck attribute, which he had toggled beforehand at a hundred, he wasn't sure if his luck was even working anymore.

Wasn't luck supposed to make his matches easier? How come it suddenly felt like the aftereffect of winning was going to bring him huge piles of problems?

After thinking for a while, he looked at the match setups to find his next opponent, that he was supposed to go through after this match. Looking at the name of his opponent he nearly spurted blood from his mouth.

If he happened to win the match against the current hooligan, his next opponent was probably one of the two royalties. Either, "Prince Neon" or "Prince Eather ".

"Sh*t! A f*king royalty."

Eden began cursing at this strange aspect of his luck. He didn't have a good idea of how his luck worked.

But, he was also glad for actually not toggling it higher. Who knew, what kind of wicked situation he would be forced to suffer later?

But looking at his current situation he also got to understand one aspect of luck.

Right now, either of the two opponents whom he was about to go against was probably the weakest of the entire mechanics.

In other words, if his luck was to take effect, it focused entirely on one and only one aspect.

Every other side events, that happened because of the effect of luck, He could do nothing of those. The dangers could even multiply.

"D*mn my luck." Eden cursed himself next.

…

Looking below at the contestants, the host finally spoke about what events they had to go through next.

"For your next match, you are going to be competing against, as always, the one who is in front of you. The match would be done on a virtual environment and the title for you to compete on is…" the host suddenly stopped and made a strange face.

Eden and everyone below didn't like his expression. The audiences on the other hand were still waiting for him to complete the sentence.

Then again trying his best and forcing a smile, he continued, "A Flying Combat Mech."

Suddenly all the contestants looked dumb folded. Eden was no different.

"A Mech? Those last-gen junks?"

Even the audiences became silent. However, after two or so seconds, they roared even louder. They were excited to see the fight amongst, the large weapons of destruction, on the virtual match.

The competitors, on the other hand, weren't excited about the topic. Why?

Mech technology was just too old. Meaning, every competitor could come up with a design that was just as ferocious, just as dangerous, and also just as powerful. It was no longer a competition about knowledge.

It was all about skills on how one could produce a powerful mech, with the same base of knowledge.

As they were finally trying to get a gist of the current situation, the host went ahead and dropped another bomb.

"All the competitors can only choose the parts provided by the terminals." He continued, "Oh! And all the parts on the terminals to work with, are the same."