Chapter 35 : The Guild Tournament (CLOSE COMBAT) 5.

"I am being forced into a new job? I did not ask for this?!" Mystic complained at his message bar.

"You did not ask for this? EXCUSE YOU. I am the best thing that will happen in your life, be grateful!" The dirty golden coin slapped his new ungrateful master with his body.

"What are you saying? You aren't explaining anything and just screaming at me you crazy diabolical coin!" Mystic replied harshly which made the dirty golden coin to slap him roughly.

"Listen closely, in an old great era, there was a ruler called "Luck King", he had no weapon made of god like the other Kings, but seven powerful lucky coins that each had their unique power. Out of boredom, he decided to erase his existence, but before doing that he made a game that will decide the next "Luck King" in the future. He was always a lady's man, so he had 20 children with ten wives." The dirty coin started explaining everything to Mystic.

"What does him not knowing how to keep it in his pants have to do with my situation here?" Mystic asked, cutting off the dirty golden coin once again.

"You ungrateful bastard silence. Do not cut me off again. He let us, his seven coins choose our masters, the master that beats everyone else will get all the other six coins to become his and he will become the new "King Of Luck". However, everyone else that fails will have their soul tortured for as long as there is an eternity..."The dirty golden coin spoke with a sigh.

"That's terrible, oh wait... Does that await me? I can not just throw you away and live my life in peace." Mystic questioned his sanity as he heard the punishment. He knew that this was a game, but it stimulated the pain of injuries in game. He never experienced the pain of getting his soul ripped for eternity.

"Yeah, you are stuck with me now. You can't run away dumbass." The dirty golden coin replied rolling his eyes in annoyance.

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[item : The Seventh Lucky Coin.

Item rank : Divine.

Item type : Accessory.

Items current form : weak.

Durability : ∞/∞.

Cooldown : Unlimited.

Description : The Seventh Lucky Coin allows to it's master to throw it in air and bet if they are going to hit tails or heads. Each time they throw the coin, they will receive a percentage of the chances of the winning and losing side. If they land on the correct side they will change their job that will have an advantage over their opponents, but if they get it wrong they will receive negative luck and not receive the new job.

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-AT THE PRESENT TIME IN THE ARENA-

"I know, he reminds me of someone I feared as a child while reading a manga. And he does not look scared of my fake aura skill." Mystic replied using telepathy to his coin.

"Just forfeit the battle kid, I have no time to waste on someone who relies on pure luck." Jotaro spoke in a loud and rough voice, he looked at Mystic like he was going to eat him alive for not going out of the arena as he told him so.

"Oh, are you already scared? How boring." Mystic smiled teasing the one-armed giant man in front of him.

"Foolish."Jotaro took out one of his longsword, slashing it vertically at Mystic's torso.

[Tails : 87 % chance

Heads : 13 % chance.]

"I bet on tails." Mystic answered nervously while the huge long sword was coming at him.

[Congratulations you have answered correctly.

Job : Boxer.

Boxing style : Muhamed Ali.

Your stats are being changed.]

"I can never get used to this feeling" Mystic avoided the huge slash from Jotaro flawlessly. He felt like his body was being controlled by someone else. To him, it felt like the ghost of Muhamed Ali was behind him and controlling each of his moves.

"Impressive, you are the first one to dodge my sword." Jotaro smiled like the devil himself, closing in the gap between himself and Mystic. His long brown hair waved along with the chaotic wind he made with his speed. But just when he wanted to go slash down Mystic, he did not expect to receive a punch straight in the face.

"Damn my entire arm hurts..." Mystic managed to push away the crazy one-hand sword maniac with a quick punch. But his entire arm got hurt in the process.

"It is your fault. You decided to fight in the close combat tournament. Despite having a weak body." The dirty golden coin spoke sarcastically. He was mocking his master for his foolishness.

"Shut up." Mystic tried his best to ignore the comments of his annoying coin. He did make a mistake, but all other tournaments were not his style in all games he played in his life. He made a big understatement about his fellow Guild members.

"Fire Inferno." Jotaro managed to get back on his feet, he was embarrassed for his weakness against a little boy in pure strength. Then had decided to end the battle as fast as possible. He used a final move from the Magical Berserk job "Fire Inferno".

There are two types of berserkers. Magical Berserkers that use Mana and Martial Berserkers that use Qi.

A fire that could not be controlled flowed through the long sword that Jotaro used, pointing the sword at Mystic, Jotaro smiled once again thrusting the uncontrolled and dangerous fire right at Mystic.

"Champion punch." Mystic positioned himself as a boxer, punching the burst of fire that was coming at him with confidence. His fist blocked it like it was not a final attack, more like a baby punch. His fist was covered in a golden aura.

"Impossible..." Watching Mystic destroy the burst of fire with one swing surprised Jotaro. He didn't expect him to survive the "Fire Inferno" many players just end themselves in the fire because of its furious and continuous spreading. But mystic just punched it away.

"Excellent..." Jotaro laughed. He was excited after seeing Mystic. He can finally use everything in his arsenal and fight his opponent with his all. He grabbed the second longsword and managed to grip it in his mouth. Positioning his other sword in his hand.

"What in the world?.. How can he hold a sword in his mouth?.." Mystic questioned the scenario in front of him.