Preliminaries.(1/2)
the remaining two hours passed quickly, as I tried to increase my body cultivation. sadly, I didn't have any resources so I only increaesed it by 0.02. Despite my High-speed Regeneration ability, which was rank 1 level 1, i was leery of trying to harm myself to test it. Hopefully I will survive the first mission.
With that final thought, I looked at the clock and saw that I had 10 seconds remaining. The intermediate knowledge of the contest, told me that there is always a preliminary round before the actual first mission where at least 750000 universes of the one million selected are immediately eliminated by a death match which is run twice. This crazy ass show has so many viewers and near omniscient watchers that they have to have so many screens running at once to keep their highest payers entertained.
Seriously this is so messed up.
I take a deep breath and as soon as I look up I see,
[000:00:00:01] The last thought I have before being teleported was, 'I Really hope I don't let my universe get destroyed. Death would suck.'
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"VIEWERS, SUBSCRIBERS AND VIPS! WELCOME TO THE LATEST EDITION OF INTER-PLANAR KUNG-FU HYPERVERSE CONTEST! RIGHT NOW, WE HAVE 1 MILLION WEAKLINGS WHO HAVE JUST STARTED THEIR PATH OF CULTIVATION AND BOY DO WE HAVE A TREAT! SOME OF THESE IDIOTS DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO INCREASE THEIR CULTIVATION STATS! THEY JUST BOUGHT WEAPONS! HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE!!? IT'S CALLED INTER-PLANAR KUNG-FU NOT INTER-PLANAR GUNS AND SUCH! IT'S IN THE NAME! Let's take a look at our CONTESTANTS!! IN THE RED CORNER WE HAVE-"
I tuned out the announcer and I looked across at my opponent, noticing that, they paired my up with a twiggy looking guy with a very large looking gun. He looked like a human except for his skin which was completely pale white as if he spent his entire life indoors and had a skin condition on top of it. He's completely bald and wearing a Red jumpsuit that looks like something out of a science fiction costume contest.
Except the glow of the shield around his body looked very real.
In the corner of my vision I see a description of the guy I'm fighting.
[Ghorha Nsukeda]
[Theat potential Differential: 0.001]
I zone back in and look down noticing that he's actually been shooting at me for a couple seconds.
His skin is turning purple, which i can assume is a panic response. or the equivalent of him just going pale. He's starting to back-up and shouts, "Damnit?! I'm shooting you! why won't you just die?! why can't these high-Calibur armor peircing slugs even hurt you?!"
I look down and notice that I'm wearing a blue jumpsuit that has several holes in it. The bullets are going right through my psychic barrier, but immediately crumple upon my enhanced body.
I can barely feel the tap tap tapping of bullets going at several times the speed of sound impacting me.
"Am I really that powerful?" I ask myself, dumbfounded I start stepping forward, with regret on my face, I arrive in front of him in less than a second and try to punch him non-lethally on the chest.
Only for me to be surprised as my level 1 absolute control outright fails and my fist goes right through his torso.
[Warning! death-match parameters are active. No life-protecting skills can be used.]
Appears in the corner of my vision.
My enemy falls off my arm, with a wet *splat* and I immediately go to the other corner and start vomiting.
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I sit in the waiting room for my next match, Despondently staring at the red stain on my arm.
"I really have no control over my life for the next 100 years do I?" I frown, no one in particular able to hear my complaint.
I am then surprised to hear a response.
"That is correct, you are technically a slave right now. Only one of you will be free and join the empire." Someone says from beside me.
"I look up and see someone standing next to me. He's wearing a robe of finest silks and carrying a spear."
[Stonk Durak: Studio Enforcer.]
[Threat level Differential: ERROR ABOVE LIMIT]
I stare in shock at this guy, who has so much strength that it can't even be calculated.
I gulp nervously.