Dimensional Descent

Leonel's expression changed. This was the last thing he could have possibly expected to happen. However, after a while, he understood why such a thing would happen.

The Merlin Trials were set up with the utmost transparency. With the exception of hiding what happened within the Special Store, everything else was laid bare for all to see. Whether it was one's performance and grade or even the skills one chose to unlock, everyone saw it.

Beyond this transparency, one could watch everyone battle. This was especially so in single participant trials like trial 1 and 2 had been. In that case, even when one waited to unlock skills after using a Special Store Ticket, it was more likely than not that whatever improvements one made would become very obvious, very quickly.

As though this wasn't enough, everyone shared the same physical root skill tree. In addition, all those who used the same weapon shared the same weapon root and special root skill trees as well. This meant that even if one wanted to hide their skills and did a good job in doing so, the kind of skills one had unlocked could be deduced just by observing someone else with a similar weapon!

What did this all come to mean? It essentially meant that this set up made it very easy to distinguish who was powerful and who wasn't, in addition to who was improving faster than others and who wasn't.

In such a situation, a small group of individuals becoming the target of many was very possible. One could even say that it was inevitable. The only question was of when.

Understanding this, Merlin would have definitely made some plans accordingly. Or, maybe this was always Merlin's intention to begin with.

'It feels as though everything is suddenly moving quicker. Whether it was the sudden Elimination Round or this Random Event, both were triggered by something that should have only begun to happen much later in the trials...'

After thinking to this point, Leonel became several points more serious. Though the voice had said that he had 10x the rewards to claim, he knew that doing so wouldn't be so easy.

Before Leonel could think anymore, he felt the world warp around him. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a familiar throne room. Except this time, rather than kneeling before it as he had done last time, he was sitting on its cushioned seat.

'King Arthur's Throne Room?'

Leonel frowned. He felt that this positioning wasn't much of a coincidence.

After a sweep of his senses, Leonel realized that though he was within Camelot's castle, it was completely deserted. In fact, for as far as he could stretch his Internal Sight, he didn't spot a single person.

Leonel was pleasantly surprised. He hadn't thought that he would gain something like that. This made things much more convenient for him.

After a while, Leonel understood the Random Event.

In fact, it was waving above the throne he sat on at this very moment. His role was to protect it, while the role

to this is if there was less than ten minutes remaining to the end of the trial. In that case, they only had to protect it until time ran out. This essentially meant

was that since the chosen location was Camelot, he couldn't leave the city walls. In fact, from Leonel's

'Run?'

cold light suffusing his

1 star point or 1000 skill points. This way, most were filtered out. However, it

who participated, the

"Yip! Yip!"

their enemies directly. However, Leonel had stopped the little guy from doing so. Though the little mink was powerful, Leonel was sure Blackstar

get them back now. Giving an Earth Mage time to prepare their own

an Earth Mage was bad enough. But, Leonel wasn't just an Earth Mage... He

over 3000 skill points he had just

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timer ran its

to cross the skies like Leonel had. Or, maybe some of them did, but had yet to unlock such an

to think about just what this treasure was or how

that instant, several elites made their decisions and disappeared along with

themselves within the walls of Camelot. The sun hung

had been within the trials for the last few months, seeing such a sight was actually quite refreshing. But, after a few

in random locations, stretched across the core city of Camelot. No two individuals could be found within a hundred meters of one another. Now, they just had to make the decision of where to

all elites. The prerequisite to cultivate Force was to grasp Internal Sight. Even if they all had varying degrees of how strong their own were, they all at least

search. After all, that was how he had escaped Camelot initially. He had been

feel that it was necessary. At least not for now. This was the perfect chance for him to

his slaughter points immediately. From being worth

that this might have become

corner of the city, Umred frowned. The action made his already sinister crimson features