The Three Floors of Death, in addition to a change in venue and lack of contestants, the rules of the matches have also changed accordingly.
The rules for points and promotion remain unchanged, but the number of points required for promotion is less than that of previous floors. Because the number of contestants on the last three floors is relatively smaller, the requirements for advancement is relatively less.
What has changed are the rules for selecting opponents. The first few floors of the compet.i.tion were all selected on the spot, and the compet.i.tion would take place immediately. However, the matches for the Three Floors of Death are chosen the day before. Giving contestants at least a one-night timeframe to prepare for the next day and have a formal match. In this way, the audience can know the next day’s match in advance and have time to pick and choose which match they want to watch. This is also an area where Sky Tower makes the most money.
Many top-seeded contestants in the matches will even decide to schedule their match one or two weeks in advance, giving match organizers sufficient time to do publicity work.
Given this rule, Angel will have to wait until tomorrow if he wants to compete in a match.
Angel stayed on the field and watched a few more matches. The contestants were all elites in the same realm. And without an alchemy weapon, Angel would not even win one in ten of his matches.
After the level of strength was roughly confirmed, Angel came to the drawing area to select tomorrow’s opponents.
The staff member is a lean old man with braided hair. He was reading with his legs crossed while smoking a cigarette. He looks very relaxed while doing so.
When Angel approached, he smelled a sweet aroma from the smoke. Angel doesn’t smoke himself, but it doesn’t prevent him from judging the grade of the tobacco. The tobacco smoked by this braided hair old man must be of a higher quality than the ones smoked by Nausica.
“h.e.l.lo, Elder. I’m here to draw lots.” Influenced by Jon’s Confucian culture since early childhood, Angel has always respected the elderly.
The braided hair old man looked away from his book with red eyes.
Can you read books with red eyes? This seems to be an emotional predecessor. Angel thought in his heart.
The braided hair old man did not look at Angel, nor did he speak. He directly stretched out his hand and opened his palm.
Angel was stunned, not knowing what the braided hair old man meant.
The open palm bent a few times, urging Angel to hurry up!
Is he asking for a bribe? And so blatantly? Angel recalled that when he was a child, those flies who ingratiated themselves with Old Viscount Pat sometimes couldn’t get through from the front. So, they came running to bribe him and Leon to save the day. Therefore, from an early age, he knew how to handle the ropes of bribery. Even though others bribed him, he had never bribed others.
Angel took out a magic crystal from his pocket and carefully put it in the palm of the braided hair old man.
After the braided hair old man took it. He was about to swipe on the machine by his side. Suddenly, he felt what was in his hand was not right. He carefully took a look at what was in his hand, and his eyes became round.
“Hey, little boy, what are you doing giving me this magic crystal?” The braided hair old man burst into anger and said: “Are you trying to bribe me?”
Angel: Did he guess wrong? Didn’t the braided hair old man ask him for a bribe?
The braided hair old man shouted angrily: “Trying to bribe me with a magic crystal? No way!”
Angel: Looks like he needs a few more magic crystals, “Is this not enough?”
“No! Even if you try to give me more magic crystals, I will not be bought! Unless you help me to find me a book in this collection!” This braided hair old man looked mighty and unyielding, but he then picked up a book on the table.
Angel then read the name of the book: < Cool Summer >.
What matters is not the t.i.tle of the book, but the fact that the cover shows two nondescript ** girls.
Angel: “…” Shameless old man!
After some explanation, Angel finally explained to the braided hair old man what he had come for.
“Oh, so you’re a newcomer who’s just been promoted.” The braided hair old man stroked his beard and looked with compa.s.sion. “I’m asking you to take out your information card, not to ask for a bribe.”
The braided hair old man said with a smile, while unashamedly taking Angel’s magic crystals into his bosom.
“This magic crystal you gave me will be kept in order to give you a small lesson. Young man, you have to learn this lesson in order to not make the same mistake again.”
Angel’s hidden hands under his robe were clenched into a fist.
“Give me your information card.”
Angel resisted the impulse to hit this old man and handed over his information card. After the braided hair old man took the card and verified it carefully. He suddenly looked at Angel with strange eyes.
Even with the wizard’s robe on, Angel still felt a tingle in his scalp.
This old man is not simple. Angel flashed this idea at the bottom of his heart. Just the old man using his eyes alone made him feel uncomfortable all over. This was by no means an easy old man to deal with.
“Ha ha ha.” The braided hair old man laughed a few times: “I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be you.”
“Does the elder know me?”
“No, but I know you through that little girl Melanctha. The little girl is very impressed with you.”
Melanctha is the director of Sky Tower. This braided hair old man calling Melanctha “Little Girl” shows that the status of this colourful old man is not low.
Angel wondered in his heart: Do these senior officials have nothing to do on weekdays? How can they all go to the drawing area to make special guest appearances?
While Angel was thinking, the braided hair old man swiped the information card on the machine right next to him and returned it back to Angel.
“Are you sure you want to draw lots now?” The braided hair old man picked up the drawing box and shook it around. The sound of spa.r.s.e b.a.l.l.s sounded in the box. “Did you hear me? At present, there are not many compet.i.tors in the Compet.i.tion Pool. Since Melanctha is very fond of you, I can give you some inside information…”
“There are only thirteen contestants in… the Compet.i.tion Pool at the moment. Eight of them qualify to be on the Ranking Table.”
When the braided hair old man finished speaking, he pointed to the bulletin behind him. On the bulletin was a form that recorded the Ranking Table for the thirteenth floor of Sky Tower.
The so-called Ranking Table is actually the current standings on the floor. However, here the rankings are not judged according to strength, but by the contestants’ total points.
The Ranking Table has the rankings of the top 50 contestants of this floor. Although the points do not represent strength. But being able to get a high score, to some extent, also reflects personal strength.
At present, Sky Tower’s Ranking Table on the thirteenth floor has 197 points in the first place, 154 points in second place, 99 points in third place… and 47 points in the fiftieth place.
Angel looked at the Ranking Table and frowned slightly.
He remembered that only 45 points were required for promotion, while all contestants on the Ranking Table surpa.s.sed the points required for promotion. Its strange none of them chose to be promoted.
“The strength of the last three layers are not much different, it doesn’t matter whether they advance or not. On the Ranking Table, they will receive contribution points every month, and promotion will simply eliminate their current points. Many people choose not to advance at all because of this.” The braided hair old man explained.
“So that’s why.” Angel replied.
“Now you know, the vast majority of people in the Compet.i.tion Pool are from the Ranking Table.” The braided hair old man smiled: “With your personal strength, even with the addition of alchemy weapons. I’m afraid it is very difficult for you to carry on climbing on this floor.”
“Thank you for the reminder, elder. But I still have to line up a match.” Angel said.
“Then suit yourself.” The braided hair old man handed the drawing box to Angel.
Angel stretched out his hand and reached in to choose. As the braided hair old man said, there were very few b.a.l.l.s to choose from.
Angel casually pulls out a ball, number: 000539.
Soon, a row of words appeared on the transparent screen in front of the braided hair old man: [Milk Baron Vs Wasteland Warrior].
“Tut tut, it seems you’re out of luck. You ran into a contestant on the Ranking Table.” The braided hair old man shook his head.
Wasteland Warrior, Ranking Table ranked 37th with a score of 69 points.
This Wasteland Warrior in David’s data sheet is a Second Level Apprentice that fused with an Earth-Fire Salamander bloodline. Making his defence very high. Angel reckons, relying on ordinary golden arrows will certainly be unable to break through his defence…
“I have drawn my lot.” Angel said.
“Are you certain?”
“Very certain.”
The braided hair old man did not speak. Looking at Angel’s very firm expression, a little doubt arose in his heart. He has just seen all over Angel’s body with a special spell. Apart from the alchemy weapon on his wrist, there is no other praiseworthy means of… Why is he so sure of victory?
“Well, I’m looking forward to your… means.” The braided hair old man had thought Angel was a dead man. He wouldn’t bother mentioning it to him if Sanders wasn’t standing behind him. “You… go ahead and draw another lot. According to your agreement with Melanctha, the interval between the two matches is five minutes. But because there are too few people in Compet.i.tion Pool, this agreement can only be annulled for the time being. The specific time for your match will be rescheduled when you come tomorrow morning.”
“Smoke Break.” The braided hair old man put the drawing box in front of Angel.
Drawing two: [Milk Baron Vs Dark Twilight].
Dark Twilight is still a contestant on the Ranking Table. They are ranked 41st with a score of 61 points.
Angel slightly pondered over the information for Dark Twilight. This person also seemed to be a Blood Branch Second Level Apprentice. The specific fusion of which bloodline is unknown, but he does know this person is fast with an erratic posture.
Angel thought to himself: Is Toby any faster?
“I have drawn another lot.” Angel said to the braided hair old man.
The braided hair old man squinted and finally shook his head: “Now you have zero points, giving you two chances for drawing lots is already my bottom line. If you want to fight a few more matches every day, at least you should start with some points first.”
The braided hair old man’s words were correct. His score was currently at 0 points. The Three Floors of Death use points for the floor’s Ranking Table. If he loses one time, he will be awarded a negative score. How can others help him continue ranking at that point?
Also, if he was defeated in the first match.
Then in his second match, he is not free to give the other person points.
This is not good for Sky Tower itself. If one doesn’t show their worth, why should others blindly help them?
At the thought of this, Angel did not argue and nodded his acceptance of his lot.
“Before you leave, I’d better give you a reminder, don’t die.” Otherwise, it’s hard to explain to Sanders… The braided hair old man muttered the remaining half of the sentence at the bottom of his heart.
“Thank you, elder.”
“Don’t call me elder, my name is Baroque.”
…
Although the last three floors of Sky Tower are known as the Three Floors of Death. The reason being is it’s as if one has to climb up three floors on a path filled with death and danger to get to the top.
But for Angel, his plan was not to stop at the thirteenth or fourteenth floor. His aim was to reach the top. Once he reached the fifteenth floor, he would no longer have to fight. In other words, Angel only has to deal with the thirteenth and fourteenth-floor contestants.
For Angel, these are the last two floors, so many of his hidden means should come out now.
Toby has also practised all kinds of cooperative tactics with him in these past couple of days, and it’s time to take him out for a test!