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Chapter 337 Trust ([-])

Iliad took a step back suddenly, sweating like a waterfall.

"Don't be surprised. I have met many rookie managers like you. There are always some people who control the rookie beasts who have just left the mayfly level competition. Because they can freely control the competitive points of their own beasts, they will use this Hard currency harder than golden wood is spent on wanton enjoyment... But I believe that you are from the Finnitz family, maybe it is because of other reasons?"

A sharp gaze fixed on Iliad.

It was Turing.

Iliad could clearly see the faint red light in the monster's eyes.

Throat throbbing, Iliad forced a smile and refocused his gaze on the bald man:

"It seems to you that you have already experienced this kind of situation?"

"Of course." The bald man smiled even more, "You have to know that sometimes the fairness of the Great Holy Grail is not equal to the fairness between us. And in order to take care of those new brokers, there are always many loose ways... such as , an investment agreement."

Iliad's eyelids twitched, instinctively feeling something was wrong.

"Please tell me in detail."

"I can ask Mazan to help you successfully pass the ring two days later, and even allow you to pass those events alive within a month, and... at the same time, ensure that the competition is exciting. But..."

"You must hand in 90.00% of your competitive points after each game."

"Are you kidding?!" Iliad's expression changed drastically, "You are..."

"Don't get excited, Mr. Iliad, listen to me carefully." The bald man looked very calm without being arrogant or impetuous, "You know, the Colosseum is cruel, but we can build some Less brutal rules."

"What do the audience want? Is it a bloody fight? No, it's not. The bloody fight is just one of the wonderful things. The essence of what the audience wants is one after another, with great suspense and bloody battle scenes. Why does it have to be true?"

"what do you mean……"

"Performance, do you understand, performance! In a survival-level arena without those messy genres, performance is the core of everything. Performing with each other, gaining audience popularity that is more exciting than killing opponents normally, and creating arena characters. core!"

"So, as long as you put in the effort to perform, it's not a problem to earn three or four thousand in one battle, and ten percent can also get you three to four hundred competitive points. Think about those fools, they fight a battle, How much is a battle without any excitement or performance at all? One hundred? Two hundred?"

"At least, your life is much more comfortable than those rookies."

Iliad stared blankly at the bald man and didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't expect that the Colosseum would be like this.

Apart from the unspoken rules exposed by the other party, such an agreement was simply unacceptable to him.

"I think...my fighting beast partner won't accept this, so..."

"Beast partner?"

The bald Miluo's expression became extremely strange.

"It turns out that's what you call these beasts... It's interesting. I'll take that as an excuse, Mr. Finitz. But don't rush to refuse. I have no malicious intentions, and I just appeared in response to your needs. Think carefully about it. Think, within a month, you will be able to complete the wonderful beast fight with no risk of life at all, which will bring you a great improvement in performance. Although the points are a little less, it is zero risk. As for one month Do you care what will happen to your 'partner' in the future?"

"You've got the results, the points, all in your hands... It's just a wild beast. What is a broker, Mr. Finitz? It's an operator. You have to learn to manage your own products."

"How is it? Are you already moved?"

The bald man looked at Iliad, and Iliad looked at him sullenly, without speaking for a long time.

"Mr. Finitz? Mr. Finitz?"

Finding that the other party didn't move at all, a look of irritability flashed across the bald face:
"Damn... the signal is bad or something..."

Bang!
A black shadow completely covered his holographic block, turning into a huge head wrapped in a ferocious exoskeleton:

"Iliad Finitz has finished talking, and I will be replaced next."

"Monster?" Hearing the vibration in his ear, the bald man frowned.

"I think your proposal is a good one, but I have an even better one."

"Give me [-] points to buy the life of Razor Mazan in the next battle."

"What did you say?"

"This is already very affordable. With a hidden rule system like yours, there is a popular player playing around in it. Think about how much it gets into your pocket every day? 5000 is already a very affordable price. Or do you want to buy it in your pocket?" Two days later, looking at your products, I was torn to pieces in the ring?"

The bald-headed face instantly darkened: "You..."

"Sorry, Mr. Miluo, we still have something to talk about, I'll get back to you later..."

Snapped.

Iliad cut off the call.

"Very interesting, Iliad."

Turing took a step, and the long and thick knife swayed slightly as he turned around, and his ferocious head touched the position only a few centimeters away from Ilya.

"You didn't tell me that the relationship between us is a merchant and a commodity..."

"Please don't get excited, Mr. Blazer!"

Hot and humid breath sprayed on his face, Iliad turned pale, and retreated again and again:

"I originally wanted to tell you later, I didn't mean to hide from you! And I didn't expect that there would be such a rule in the Colosseum! As you can see, I am different from him!"

Iliad kept moving his lips, explaining like a machine gun, raising his hands in front of his chest and waving again and again:

"Please calm down first!!!"

"Huh~ It seems that my previous attitude was a bit bad. I used your points, Mr. Iliad... Should I apologize to you?" Turing slowly approached, revealing a row of words in his mouth. A row of ferocious sharp teeth.

"I...no... please believe me, Mr. Blazer, I absolutely did not force you to do anything during this time! I put you in the position of a partner!"

The huge shadow almost blocked all the light in front of Iliad, only the red eyes and sharp teeth reflecting the cold light were getting closer.

Finally, it stopped at a near-approaching position.

"Humph……"

Turing bounced his head, turned his head and walked away, returning to his comfortable blanket, leaving Iliad with a panicked look on his face.

"Mr. Blazer, you..."

"So, you are really a rookie, and you don't know the unspoken rules in the Overlimit Colosseum... You are a new entrant in the industry."

Resting his head on his forelegs, Turing squinted his eyes and scanned the Iliad up and down.

It turns out that in this place, the fighting beast is only the protagonist on the surface.Another point that is directly related to the fate of the fighting beast is the existence of the broker.

Fighting beasts are just commodities, and there is only a difference between long-term and short-term operations. Compared with the teenagers and girls who entered the entertainment companies in Yezhou with the dream of being a star, the unrestricted beast fighting that was deprived of human rights seemed even more tragic.

"However, to achieve this, the manager has the means to absolutely control the fighting beast... Am I right, dear Iliad?"

Facing the scrutiny of the monster, Iliad sighed:

"Yes... there is a controller."

Iliad took out the Kjaka head pendant, pressed it lightly, and it turned into an octagonal cube.

"This is...I remade it, and I used a pendant to hide it."

"Give it to me." Turing grinned.

"This thing...is just a software program. If it is lost, the cost of recreating it is not high..."

"If you want to maintain the respect and little bit of trust that remains between us, give me this thing."

Iliad hesitated briefly, then raised his head:
"……it is good."

Afterwards, Turing swallowed this thing into his mouth and cheek pouch.

"Very well, Mr. Iliad, I now think that you are barely trustworthy."

"I never thought...to use you as a commodity." Iliad squeezed his fist, "If you want to go on in the overrunning Colosseum, such behavior cannot be guaranteed at all, between us There has to be a relationship of trust..."

"No, it's a relationship of interest." Turing stared at the Iliad, "Nothing lasts forever, except for interests, you need to believe in this law."

"I know."

"You seem to be a well-connected household. Is this related to your surname?"

Iliad opened his mouth, as if thinking about something.

"It's kind of... sorry, I think we've established enough trusting relationship now, right?"

"No, it's a relationship of reluctant trust." Turing grinned.

Iliad didn't seem to want to talk about his surname, but in Miluo's mouth, it seemed to be a family with a head and a face.

"Okay... Barely trust. I don't think these crooked ways are worth talking about anymore... What are you going to do about the debut match in two days' time?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"What did you say?" Iliad was taken aback.

"Tear them apart."

……

……

Physiological maintenance room.

A figure of a monster fighting crazily in the arena and tearing apart its opponents appeared in front of his eyes.

This is the battle image of the opponent that Iliad found. Although it is outdated information, it is also worth collecting.

One day before the debut match, Iliad went out to deal with matters related to the match, and that phone call also gave Turing a better understanding of the Colosseum.

For the agent, the monster is a commodity in operation, but if the monster dies, the agent will pay a high amount of money to the over-limit Colosseum, which is almost unaffordable for the novice agent.Coupled with all kinds of chaos in survival competitions and the system of earning points, a set of rules among agents emerged spontaneously.

The operating rules spoken by the bald-headed Miluo revealed two pieces of information to Turing: one is a partnership led by brokers, and the other is the exploitation that exists among fighting beast brokers.At least the current survival level is the case.

"Although Iliad is a bit talkative, if this is the case, such a manager can be regarded as my luck... Finish this game first, and I have to find a way to solve the thing on the back of my head as soon as possible."

Opening the technology tree and seeing the technology value obtained by absorbing knowledge in the past two days, Turing flipped the gray technology tree grid and pulled out the sensory eyepiece.

To ensure absolute victory and reduce risks, we must continue to add more means.

For example, add a few demon god organs.

　The goal of 6000 words has been achieved today, good night
　
(End of this chapter)