The Demonic Games (Disgardium Book #7): LitRPG Series Dan Sugralinov (top 100 books to read .txt) đ
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Hellfish, also known as Vito Painter, declined to comment along with the rest of his group. Well⊠almost. The beautiful Anna couldnât help but say a few words:
âIt was just all so awful, you know! That poor boy, getting bullied every day! We decided we were going to fight the injustice!â
âAh, so itâs nothing to do with the fact that the White Amazons are partners of Modus, who, alongside the Travelers, have entered into an alliance with the class-A Threat?â Guy Barron asked innocently, narrowing his eyes.
âNo, no, of course not! If that were the case, then we would have been helping Scyth from the start!â
Octius chuckled, kissed Annaâs hand and returned to the stage:
âWell, letâs get back to the game designersâ surprise. I have no doubt that the shapeshifter Messiah was upset when he died. But if it werenât for that trick with the coins from the great jeweler Meister, our players would have met disaster, and Messiah, Kimberley and the rest who died in the Slaughter at Rock Bottom, as this conflict has already been dubbed online, would have been the sole survivors! Yes, thatâs right, the living would have envied the dead. So letâs have a round of applause for Mr. Joseph Rosenthal! A word from you, Meister!â the gamesmaster flew over to the jewelerâs table. âHow did you figure it out?â
âQuod servabit,â the smiling old man answered mysteriously. Casting a glance over the hall, he smiled even wider, giggled and repeated it: âQuod servabit!â
âThe inscription on the demonic coins!â someone shouted.
âExactly! Itâs Latin. It means âthat which savesâ or âwhat holds.â Admittedly, it took me a while to figure out, but it was obvious to me that the new version of game currency, gold in the Demonic Games, was no mere whim of the art director. There was a riddle in the inscription, and when the demon started eating us, I remembered the coinsâŠâ Thundering applause washed over Meister and he bowed in all directions.
After the jewelerâs minute of fame was done, it was KharmoâLavâs turn. The paladin who broke the seal on the gates of floor 666 was practically as hated as I was for it, but he didnât give a damn, just smiled happily.
âIâm going down in history!â he said proudly. âAnyway, I always felt sorry for Scyth. When I decided to break the seal, it was before he had the AegisâŠâ
âWhich we will discuss later!â Octius interjected.
âSo I thought: what if this helps out the Threat?â KharmoâLav turned toward me and waved a hand. âHey, Scyth, hope you remember a good deed!â
âMick!â the gamesmaster addressed the man. âTell us, do you have no regrets at all for doing what you did, not even a little? Youâve seen the tears of those knocked out of the Games because of you, right?â
âOh, I donât care!â Mick-KharmoâLav said, waving a hand. âFirstly, I got knocked out too â the seal swallowed my soul! Secondly, why the hell did they jump to the bottom anyway? They wanted to get ahead by killing the Threat while he was helpless. They got what they deserved!â
To round off the evening, Octius finally got to the part that interested me the most.
âAnother miraculous rescue occurred today, in a moment when even the most desperate player wouldnât have bet a quarter of a phoenix on Scythâs survival. Take a lookâŠâ
The holocube showed Destiny. The elf girl snarled as she pulled her bowstring taut. The silver-tipped arrow she released flew in slow motion through the spray of blood in the air, passed within half an inch of the ear of Enigma the saboteur in stealth, and almost reached my faceâŠ
But the veil of the Aegis blocked its path. Everyone gasped.
âOur viewers do not know who Scythâs unexpected savior was. And not all the contestants saw it in the heat of the battleâŠâ Octius paused. âRight now, we are performing an online survey of our viewers to find out who, in their opinion, saved Scyth.â
The holocube brought up the names of the suggested candidates who might have saved me:
Who saved Scyth after he lost all his shields?
53% â Scyth saved himself
17% â Someone from the Modus+Travelers group
11% â Paladin KharmoâLav
8% â Bard Infect or Priestess Tissa
6% â Curser Roman
4% â Magician Messiah
1% â Someone else
âFour percent of our viewers were watching the Games very inattentively,â Octius said, shaking his head. âBy that time, Messiah was already in the graveyard. Scyth couldnât have saved himself; Abaddonâs Curse took away not only all his abilities, but also his perks.â
âTell us who it is!â shouted a contestant by the stage. âEnough suspense, Octius!â
The view switched to the part of the hall where Quetzal and Marcusâs group sat. Only now did I notice that the previously inseparable pair were sitting apart from each other. Marcus was staring hard at Quetzal, who made as if he didnât notice.
Next to bruiser Marcus stood berserker Geyserix, dark knight Caville, light priest Inchito, jockey Frankie, spellcaster Youlang, saboteur Enigma and a dozen others.
The titan destroyer Quetzal had formed a small group around himself, including tamer Shemshur and rider Dave, paladins Blondiecat and Yermak, druid Naiterio and hunter Perant. Tissa, Infect and the paladin Kharmoâlav were with him too. At least two of that group had helped me. I suddenly figured it out, and once again found myself stunned by how wrong first impressions can be.
âOne of them!â Octius said, continuing to draw out the intrigue. âBy agreement with the company, members of raids cannot reveal information they obtain from raid logs. But they know! Any ideas, Scyth?â
Octius looked at me. Still sitting alone
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