I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

If Char did not bet on himself, the other party would invite the Dwarf Mage, Number 26, Milhaus.

Milhaus was a level 55 mage with three skills, ice and fire. He only knew four skills, but his casting time was only a quarter of a normal mage’s. Even a level 60 player might not be able to defeat him.

However, this guy was actually very easy to deal with. He was extremely afraid of his wife, and Char only needed to say one word to scare him away.

If he did that, he would not be able to clean up the mess.

It would be a disaster if Maica summoned Zin’rokh here, and priestess Mia would die in battle.

This was something Char did not want to see.

Moreover, once he owned 0.1% of the Gold Association’s shares, he would be rich on one hand, but on the other hand, he would be targeted by the Church of Judgment.

Paladins with a level 10 [Stealth] were no laughing matter. They had to bring the wet soil back for a urine test even when Char was peeing, let alone bringing a Dark Elf like Evelyn around.

Therefore, he had to bet that he would lose.

At the same time, it was also to save Luke.

Luke had an important identity.

He was the son of Fredrick, the Archbishop, and also the one who sealed the monster hidden under the fight club.

The tentacle that had saved Tippi was thrown out by the sea monster controlled by Luke because Tippi was his only friend.

In other words, this Archbishop who dreamed of eternal life, Mia’s teacher, had used his son as a catalyst to seal this monster.

As Fredrick’s son, Luke was a genius. He was very talented, or he would not have been able to learn [Flash Strike].

However, after being used as a medium for the seal, he would never be able to level up.

Fredrick was waiting for a suitable opportunity to merge with the sea beast. At that time, Luke would die, but he did not care about his life at all. In his eyes, Luke was just a tool, not even a human.

If no one intervened, the sleeping Mayenne would be trapped in the giant water tank under the club, and Luke would stay in Astan City. When Fredrick found the right time to merge with the Holy Spirit, he would not only suffer a tragedy, but also a tragedy for Mia, who was favored by the Holy Spirit.

The integration of a body required a wisp of divinity, and Fredrick had trained Mia to nourish her divinity with the girl’s flawless soul and strong life force.

At that time, the Priestess would burn in the divine fire, and use the last of her light and heat to fully mature her divinity.

Char had seen that scene before. Mia was completely willing, burning herself in an atmosphere of despair to save everyone.

Zin’rokh was the reason why Fredrick did what he did. Although Zin’rokh failed in the end, many people were killed in the process.

Every time he repeated this line, Char was even more shocked than before.

The more he learned, the more he realized that it involved the past and future of countless people.

A person’s fate was like a tightly-knit gear, big or small, fast or slow. It creaked under an insignificant force, and the rotation pushed the entire movement. In the end, they gathered into a force that could not be ignored, pushing the wheel of the entire world forward.

It was only at this moment that the unyielding bloom of one’s faith and will seemed so precious.

While Char was in a daze, Luke had finished regulating his breath. He had adjusted himself to his best condition, and only a faint trace of connection was left between him and Mayenne. Most of his attention was on Char.

“It’s time.”

The young man said in a low voice, and his body suddenly pulled out a shadow.

Everyone could clearly see the blade of the sword advancing forward, cutting through the air.

He could even feel the despair and coldness of the blade.

It was as if they were standing in front of the sword in Char’s neck, waiting to be killed.

It was meaningless to describe it.

This was just a strike without any mercy or retreat.

Every time this happened, Char would be moved to tears.

In front of the sword, he felt fear and the desire to live from the bottom of his heart.

He wanted to live.

He did not want to die at all

‘I’m still a living person.

‘I’m not just some codes.’

Char was already in tears.

Then, he took a deep breath and kicked Luke away.

He showed no mercy.

Luke was sent flying and rolled a few times on the iron net. His face was also scratched.

“As expected, I failed again...”

The teenager slowly got up, looking lonely.

“No, you’ve succeeded.”

“Are you pitying me?”

“Look at me. I’m crying already. Pity my ass.”

Char smiled and wiped the tears off her face before jumping out of the arena.

In theory, a level 14 Swordsman was also within the range of this skill.

However, the reason why it was ineffective against him was not that he was strong, but because he had experienced similar situations too many times.

It was a movie that would dry up your tears. You would be touched the first time, the second time, and even the tenth time you watched it.

However, how could someone still cry after seeing it 177 times?

Anyway, Char could not do it.

However, he was still touched. He could feel the joy of being born as a human and his attachment to life, but he was not frightened by the aura of this sword.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!”

The ear-piercing alarm sounded, saving everyone from the sword.

After the daze, the sky was filled with vulgarities, even more so than when Johnny Orson left!

Among them, Maica held his head high and shouted with the highest power loudspeaker, ”

“What a pity, our Char actually lost to Number 1, Luke!

“Let me see how many people have guessed the wrong result...

“Tsk, you idiots, you guys actually invested all the money you just earned. Are you pigs waiting to be slaughtered? Are your brains as big as sparrows? How can you earn gold coins like this?

“Look at that Dark Elf. She has so many gold coins that she can’t carry them anymore!”

Sure enough, the gamblers’ hateful eyes fell on Evelyn, or to be more precise, on the money bag beside her hand.

There were at least 3000 gold coins in it.

Most of it came from their pockets.

Maica played a song that only existed in the United Holy Empire competition, and the moment the passionate melody sounded, everyone was worked up.

The air gradually became hot and dry. When the first person jumped down from the stands, the second person quickly followed.

The third one...

Maica sat on a pillar used for watching the battle, looking down at the tragedy that was about to happen.

He had the Ogres prepare mops and water to clean up the scene, while he stared at Char with ill intentions.

Just wait for your death!

“You’re the one who should be waiting for death, Mushroom Man.”

Char smiled at Maica and walked straight to Evelyn.

Char pulled out his sword and drew a line on the ground.

“Those who cross this line will die.”

Although the gamblers were angry, they had not lost their minds. The scene of Char taking on ten people in a row was still fresh in their minds. No one present wanted to stand out, so the momentum of the crowd suddenly stopped.

Just as Maica was about to persuade her, Char took out 5 gold coins from his purse.

“Conte, raise your hand.”

The squirming crowd paused for a moment, and a Lion-faced Orc that was over two meters tall raised its furry arm.

“Catch.”

Char threw the money out, and Conte caught it firmly.

The others were also stunned.

What did that mean?

Was he paying back the money to the crowd?

However, could he remember how much each person should take?

The Orc named Conte was also very surprised. After getting the money, he did not leave but continued to look at the money bag greedily.

“Get lost, Conte. You’ve been here since the first match that Genya participated in this morning. You’ve lost a total of 5 gold coins. What do you still want?”

The Orc laughed in embarrassment.

He had wanted to fish in troubled waters, but Char was completely right, so he quickly left the stadium.

“Pizaro, 2 gold 50 silver. This is yours.”

Char called out another name.

“Are you sure?” Pizaro squeezed through the crowd and said angrily, “I remember it was 2 gold 70 silver!”

“80 silvers is 1.5 times that of 1 gold and 20 silvers, not 1 gold and 40 silvers. You’re wrong.”

“Oh, I see. Thank you...” Pizaro replied

Pizaro came to a sudden realization and left with the money.

“Milad, 3 gold... Don’t doubt me. 1.4 times 7 is 9.8, not 10.8!”

“Jimmy, 11 gold. Take it.”

“Zasia, this is yours. I won’t tell you the exact number in case someone reports it to your wife. Don’t worry, I won’t lie to you.”

The money in the bag was given out by Char one by one, and the hostility in the gambler’s eyes disappeared.

Instead, they were filled with curiosity.

Char seemed to have lived in Astain city for more than 40 years. He was familiar with everyone’s past and today’s experience.

He could accurately point out how much money everyone had lost, not a single copper coin. Any gambler who wanted to fish in troubled waters would be seen through by him at a glance. Then, he would pinch his ears and calculate from the beginning again. He might even dig out the black materials from the past. In the end, he had no choice but to escape the ridicule of the crowd.

The wagers were carried out in a strange order. In the end, not only did the gambler leave obediently, but Char herself was left with more than 400 gold coins.

Boom!

Maica flipped down from the pillar.

He landed on his face.