“The third day of Arena Week has begun. Today is the long-awaited siege.”
Just like the last two days, the host announced the beginning of the third day of Arena Week. However, the crowd’s response was quite different this time; they didn’t yell like they did before. An awkward atmosphere flowed throughout the stadium. The host clearly sensed this atmosphere as he was a bit uncomfortable right from the beginning. Truth be told, he felt very uncomfortable.
‘Both the player and parents are a problem...’ the host thought.
The personality of the player in question was very bad. This was the case even if only 10% of the articles posted on the community were true. The player’s father was even worse, making it unexpected that such a son would be produced in this family environment. After all, a cause was always followed by an effect.
‘Still, they told me to just go ahead.’
Even so, the host had to proceed because the operations committee had instructed him to do so.
“Today’s siege stage will have a total of seven matches. After each match, there will be 30 minutes of planning and a break. Zenith won the arm wrestling game, so they will play defense in the first match,” the host read from the cue cards with his usual energy.
Then a man’s voice burst out from somewhere in the stands, “I don’t want to see a match with trash!”
The atmosphere of New York Arena Stadium suddenly turned cold. The eyes of the people in the area surrounding the man focused on him. Nevertheless, no one rebuked the man or said anything to him. Rather, they nodded as if they were agreeing with the man’s words. The man kept shouting, “Get out of here. This isn’t the place for trash like you!”
Moments later, burly men in black suits and white shirts who had communicators in their ears appeared and escorted the man out.
“We hope you enjoy Arena Week today. The operations committee has started carefully investigating this matter, which is already known to the audience. I would be grateful if you gave them a bit of time.” The host held the microphone as he read the announcement the operations committee had written. “Moving on, the first match will start soon. We will begin Zenith’s defense battle.”
Then the host sighed and put the microphone down on the table.
***
The captains of the seven teams playing the offensive role gathered together. They had only one purpose—to occupy the castle quickly.
“Zenith’s castle isn’t that developed. Their soldiers aren’t that strong.”
“Still, their troops number seven times higher than usual. We are given only half of ours.”
Since Arena Week’s siege was one team against seven, the defending team received preferential treatment and was given seven times their original number of NPC soldiers. As for the siege teams, they received a penalty and had their number of NPC soldiers halved.
“However, we are seven times more than them. We just have to avoid getting caught in the trap they’ve prepared, and the siege won’t last long.”
The players diligently shared their opinions, but the meeting was hollow. It was devoid of substance as each team’s detailed strategy had to be hidden. They continued to discuss fiercely while Hyeonu simply had a peaceful face. He looked like a man who was in a world far from them.
“Does Crescent Moon have a strategy? You are very quiet,” Ryan of Manchester said to Hyeonu.
Ryan had high hopes for Hyeonu as Crescent Moon had shown groundbreaking strategies every time. Hyeonu replied, “Us? We have come up with a strategy of fighting behind the backs of others.”
“Huh?”
“Pfft!”
Ryan asked in response as if he had misheard Hyeonu. Simultaneously, Reina burst out laughing at what Hyeonu said. Hyeonu’s words were so ridiculous; he was being too half-hearted. Of course, it was possible for him to be that way, but it was ridiculous to say so directly.
“Why are you laughing? This is also a clear strategy. Isn’t it true that the longer the match takes, the more advantageous it is for us?” Hyeonu said with a smile.
From the position of Crescent Moon who had to defend their city, they should avoid focusing on the beginning matches as much as possible. This would allow them to fight in the best condition when it was their turn to be in charge of defense.
“If the other teams’ defense records improve... Crescent Moon will have to last that long. Aren’t you considering that?” Ryan wondered.
“Let’s see... holding out for 20 minutes against seven teams in our current state or 20 minutes against seven teams after a few hours. Isn’t it obvious which is easier?” Hyeonu rebutted.
Ryan had nothing to say to that. After all, fatigue was bound to build up. There was no one who would be the same at the end as they were in the beginning. If that were possible, they would have to be machines, not humans.
“Then are you saying you’re not going to fight at all?” Ryan questioned.
“No, that’s not it. I mean I have no intention of running wildly in front. I will still do my best,” Hyeonu said. Then he summoned Tang-E and the magic spirit, one on each of his shoulders. “These two guys will fight hard on my behalf.”
Ryan shut his mouth. He had nothing to say after hearing Hyeonu’s words. It was because he knew that Alley Leader’s pet was better than ordinary magicians.
“Look at the color of his fur. It’s so shiny.” Reina approached Hyeonu at this moment and patted Tang-E.
“It’s been a while, pretty human. Have you been well?” Tang-E recognized Reina and greeted her by waving his paws. The appearance of Tang-E meant the atmosphere became incompatible with Arena Week.
***
“The first match of the siege with Zenith defending will start right now!” The host’s loud voice filled New York Arena Stadium.
“Zenith, fighting!” the crowd shouted.
The atmosphere of New York Arena Stadium came back to life. The moment the match started in earnest, the people forgot about Jung Hanbaek and focused on the teams they were cheering for.
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