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Chapter 347 Unexpected Player
Iliad was stunned:
"If the 'Ration' kills the 'Predator', then the beast that is the 'Ration' will get a huge bonus of competitive points, and at the same time can get a special milestone honor, just like the original Kjaka , but this rarely happens... wait, you don't mean to..."

"Let's collect information first."

Turing rubbed the back of his neck, and the sharp claws that had been replaced by the Cage Hand made a mechanical click sound.

"Hmm..." Iliad lowered his head, frowning tightly.

I finally won nine consecutive victories, and I am about to enter the promotion round. I didn't expect that there would be such a problem because Blazer's performance was too dazzling... No, there may be other reasons, but with my current level of just starting , it is really difficult to find a way out in other ways in the circle, what should I do... It is impossible to really let Blazer face the predation of three predatory beasts, right? !
"The Iliad."

The sound of the monster awakened Iliad from his chaotic mind, he raised his head, his eyes were still a little confused.

"When does this game start?"

"One week...we only have one week to prepare..."

"With such a long preparation time, for a 'ration' like me, I should be able to get the information of the 'predator' in advance, right?"

"That's right...in order to ensure, um...fairness, 'Ration' can obtain the information of the predatory beasts participating in this event in advance." Now, Iliad can't admit the word "fairness".

"In this case, let's collect it."

"Wait! You don't really want to participate, do you?" Iliad was shocked, "Except for legends like Kejaka, the probability of 'Ration' surviving in it is no more than 20.00%! Maybe we can find a way, able to avoid..."

"All the directors of the arena have come out to inform me personally. Do you think this battle can be avoided? This is not something like Mazan back then, who could get away with fooling around by playing counterfeit matches." Squirting between snout teeth.

"This thing can only be hardened now."

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"Mr. Kolber, it's me."

Beep.

The mechanical door opened, and Iliad's figure walked into the room.

This is the office of the field manager Kerber.

"Please sit down, Mr. Finitz."

Colber was smoking a smoky machine cigarette, and spread his left hand with a smile, and Iliad sat down in front of him.

"This is the information about this battle for rations, which I entrusted to you from above."

The man in a suit behind Kerber handed a small silver metal box to Iliad. After the latter thanked him, he inserted it into his pink holographic communicator and browsed it roughly.

"Thank you for your help, but I have one point, I would like to take the liberty to ask..."

After probably looking at the contents inside, Iliad considered his words and seemed a little hesitant.

"This thing should be sent over, right?"

Manager Penguin took a deep breath from the cigarette holder, then waved his hand to dismiss the assistants behind him.

"I called you here specially, Iliad."

He leaned his fat body forward, and the huge chair pushed him against the edge of the table. Iliad could clearly see the thick fat clamping the table tightly.

"Battle for rations...do you know what this means?"

Iliad was silent.

"You didn't come to me immediately, but chose to collect information... Do you want to just dive in? My God, this is a battle for rations. How many 'rations' have you seen survived?"

"Mr. Blazer is currently on a nine-game winning streak..."

"I know your fighting beast is very powerful, but it's only limited to the survival level! Have you seen who the predators on the list are?"

Seeing Iliad's astonished look, Kerber pointed to the holographic communicator in the opponent's hand.

Iliad quickly fiddled with the holographic image to the position of the list, and was startled when he saw the name at the top.

"it is……"

"Sibetto, there is Sibetto on the predator list this time!" Penguin manager took a deep breath of the machine cigarette, and breathed out, "The global ranking is 6374, the upstream player in the predatory level of the North Wind Arena, the ration competition A fanatical participant in the battle. As long as he participates in the ration battle... there will be no survival class that can survive. Iliad, it is too late to give up now."

Iliad's eyes were blank, and the hand holding the holographic communicator gradually tightened.

"Look at this place, Iliad." Seeing Iliad's appearance, Kerber changed the topic, lying down on the huge seat, receding slightly, and opened his arms.

That desk is not like a desk for a civil servant, but more like a throne, because the space here is like an ancient royal hall, enough to accommodate several survival-level over-limit fighting beasts. The mechanical door Terribly big.It's hard to imagine that this is just a field manager's room.

The walls on all four sides are covered with promotional posters of Unlimited Beasts, some from the past and some from the present, and there is also a large poster taken by Blazer during his seven-game winning streak.On both sides of his desk are two huge statues of fighting beasts.

And it's woodcarving.

"Look here, take a good look, even if it is the site of the hunter agent, it is not as grand and magnificent as mine, and this is just an office." Kolber took out a small, like a pawn The same monster model was placed in front of Iliad.

The Iliad knew that this thing was also made of wood.In Puniska, such things as wood were a symbol of the upper class, who placed them in their living environment to show their deep pockets.In the old days, the Iliad's house had something like this.

"If you want to return the name of Finitz to its previous position, Iliad, I sincerely advise you to stop here, it's not worth it." A holographic agreement was projected in front of Iliad, and Cole Bo pushed, "Sign this, and I'll exchange you for a fighting beast, a better, beta-level rookie king, the one produced after the incandescent hope. You don't have to be in an inevitable failure Too much thought has been placed on the product."

"What do you mean..."

"Do you have to tell me? That's right, Blazer did perform some miracles, I admit it, but that's only in the low-level arena! But this is a battle for rations! He's going to face Cibieto and others Horror monsters including the two predators, as well as survival-level monsters from other arenas who have achieved the same winning streak as him!"

Kerber let out a breath, closed the cigarette in his hand, threw it aside, and gently rubbed his temples:
"If you lose in the ration battle... it's a non-discrimination. Nine wins in a row is not enough to mortgage what you should pay, think how much it cost you to get in here, and now you are about to spit out more Something to this bottomless pit... Do you really believe in that set of glorious nonsense, become the royal court agent, and revitalize the name Finitz?"

Colber had made his point clear.

He was trying to find a way to help himself.

Iliad looked at the holographic terms on the table, his fingers trembling.

If Blazer died in the battle for rations, the benefits generated before that would still be nothing compared to the price he paid to get here.

"What will happen to Blaze if I sign this...?" Iliad's voice trembled.

"I will use my right to transfer your manager's position to that kind of half-dead beast manager. And you will accumulate Blaze's glorious record and serve as the manager of a rookie king with unlimited potential. You will not If there is any loss, you only need to change to a fighting beast, and then you can continue. Why must you hang yourself on a tree? Even if you don’t want to go my way, you still want to be your royal court manager, then There are many more powerful than Blazer."

Seeing that Iliad seemed to be a little shaken, Kerber re-lighted his cigarette and said lightly.

Iliad looked at the agreement and slowly read the terms on it.

That's right, this is a modified internal agreement, as Kerber said, as long as he signs this, he can get rid of the cooperative relationship with Blazer, and then start over with a fighting beast, and still keep Blazer Ze's accomplished record given his performance...

but……

Beep--

A harsh notification sound came from the holographic communicator. Iliad glanced at the communicator and then at Kerber. The latter raised his hand, indicating that it was okay.

"Mr. Finitz, we have received some news... I am sorry to tell you that we are going to suspend Mr. Blazer's announcement activities until his next match is over."

"What?" Iliad was taken aback.

This is the investor's call.

"According to the assessment of our risk personnel, such a game... I think Mr. Blazer should not need to continue to announce. Of course, after this game, we will re-evaluate the situation between you and Mr. Blazer, please rest assured, This is not a termination of cooperation."

Iliad moved the communicator away from his ear in a daze, and Kerber's voice came from his ear again:
"Look, it's time for a change, Iliad."

"You know the friendship between me and your father, you can trust me."

Looking at the flickering contract in front of him, and meeting the smiling face of Penguin Manager, he suddenly squeezed the holographic communicator in his hand.

Yes, even if he can escape unscathed, what about Blazer?
From entering the Unlimited Colosseum and becoming a manager to now, everything he has is given by Blazer...

In the end, he put his trembling hands on the contract and pushed forward heavily.

The holographic image turned into light sheets and shattered on the desktop.

"Sorry... Uncle Kolb, I want to keep trying."

"Are you crazy?"

Kerber slapped the armrest suddenly, his complexion changed drastically:

"Have you forgotten the agreement you signed with the Toumi Company when you entered here? If Blazer dies, everything in the Finnitz family will be over!"

Kerber's words successfully made Iliad hesitate again, but he quickly clenched his palms and his eyes were fixed.

"Of course I know...but that's what my father agreed to, and I firmly believe in his teachings."

"I know the reason why you helped me, so I can't leave my only friend now. My current improvement is because of it. How do you think I can just let it go?"

Iliad grabbed the small silver box, stood up and bowed slightly to Kerber:

"Thanks for your help, but I've already thought about it."

After speaking, Iliad walked towards the door without looking back.

"This is how your family was destroyed! Don't you believe it!"

hum-

The huge and heavy electronic door opened, and Iliad's figure disappeared at the end of the room.

Kerber exhaled lightly, and threw away the cigarette in his hand in annoyance.The figure of the assistant returned to the room and bowed slightly beside him: "How is the situation, Mr. Kolber?"

"He didn't say yes."

"So alert?"

"No, it's just stunned."

Kerber snorted coldly, reopened the agreement, and deleted it with one swipe.

"We can only see if the agreement signed by Iliad Finitz can be tampered with, otherwise Finitz's things will fall into the hands of others..."

"I understand, but... what if the fighting beast survives?"

Glancing at the assistant, Manager Penguin was silent for a while, then chuckled:
"This joke sucks."

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New home, physiological maintenance room.

The ferocious cage hand precisely separated the flesh from the back of the head, and gradually stopped.

Turing fixed that paw firmly on the back of his head, while the other paw fiddled with a large holographic image in front of him.

This is the surgical projection device he bought, which can feed back the implementation of the biological tissue at the moment to the image through the connected biological cannula for all-round viewing.

The position he was looking at at the moment was the back of his head.

After replacing the claws with the Cage Hand, Turing conducted some research and tentative disassembly of the back of the head.This was the third time he studied the consciousness stack after being provoked by the dog leg of the Royal Guards that night.

"It's this place again... dense nerve bundles, unable to move."

It's a pity that with the current method of the fierce cage hand, there is no way to use a knife on the back of the head. If it is a phantom limb used for silicon ground state fission, it may be able to go deeper, but I want to really separate it from this body. , will be very difficult.

The entire stack of consciousness is built in one piece and cannot be disassembled at all.There is a shallow fault in the knowledge, just like Turing who started to study the demon weapon without getting the core information of the Tianshou Research Pavilion. Although he has already learned part of the knowledge, he encountered a problem at the core.

The claws that unfolded all kinds of precision tools were gathered together, stitched together, and left the back of the neck, and a monster exoskeleton made of steel bone protein was quickly put together.

"The third failure. Regarding the problem of the consciousness stack, I am afraid that it has to be solved elsewhere."

There is still too little information and knowledge that the survival level can learn, and what needs to be dealt with right now is the battle for rations.

This is the third day after hearing the news.

The scale of the battle for rations was larger than Turing had imagined. It was a "special performance" jointly sent by the three arenas.Iliad had called him just now, saying that he had obtained the most complete information and was on his way back.

At this time, there was a light sound outside the door and the sound of the mechanical door closing. Under a burst of hurried footsteps, the door of the physiological maintenance room opened, and Iliad walked in quickly, showing the things in his hand with a smile:
"I got the most detailed information."

His shoulders and hair were all soaked, and his left hand was raised, twisting a silver metal box.In his right hand, he held a paper document sealed in a transparent plastic bag.

"what is that?"

This is the first time Turing has seen so much paper in this world.

Puniska's holographic image technology is very developed, and has even reached the point of flooding. The dreamlike virtual image is enough to replace a large number of things that require vision for information transmission, such as "paper".

"I just went to the 'Great Holy Grail' and made some physiological adjustments. My body has some minor problems recently... It's not a big deal. Let's read the information. The situation this time is not optimistic."

"Use" it?
This vignette was recorded by Turing's brain.The fierce cage hand twisted the metal box in Iliad's hand and connected it to the indoor equipment.

A large amount of relevant information and a list of contestants appeared in front of Turing, and his eyes quickly locked on a name——

Incandescent - Hope.

rations.

"This guy……"

"A rookie king some time ago was also a fighting beast in the West Earth Arena. He won three consecutive victories... What's wrong?" Iliad noticed Turing's gaze, and then he was taken aback, "Yes... this is..."

"Remington is his agent, the guy who invited me to meet that night." Turing said, and glanced at Iliad. "You look surprised, didn't you read these materials beforehand?"

Iliad shrugged with a wry smile, walked under the image, and pointed to a name: "Our attention may be a little different..."

[Predator List: Number [-]]

【Chaos Rift-Sibeto】

[Biological code: Bacteria]

[Physiological Level: Gamma]

【Win: 73】

【Victory streak record: 6】

[Level: Looting]

[Special Honor: Arena Nibbling Master, Number One Predator]

"This is the most terrifying opponent in the next match..."

　It's too late today, just one chapter.good night everybody

　
(End of this chapter)