My Vampire System novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Second Chance

For Sam, Zac, and the other teams standing by the sidelines, it came as a surprise for them as to who was volunteering. The two people going at it this time were both Level 1s. If this was an ordinary team, then Zac wouldn’t have thought too much of it. After all, it made sense to allow the weaker one to go first. However... Level 1s couldn’t just be considered ’weak’.

They were beyond that. From the beginning, the only two people that the group focused on were Vorden and Sam. They even thought that the other two would have forfeited after knocking them out. Playing against Level 1’s was just a waste of time.

But still, it looked like Fex willingly stepped back, allowing Quinn to take the stage. Vorden, on the other hand, didn’t bat an eyelid at the Level 1 making his way into the arena.

Sam felt that maybe they were just letting everyone have a go at the thing, or perhaps allow Vorden more chances to see how the machine worked. Although their chances of winning were slim but from the looks on their faces, they hadn’t given up yet.

Meanwhile, Zac was taken aback at the sudden situation. The very same student who emanated a huge amount of confidence before was still displaying that exact same amount of confidence right now. For some reason, he felt that it was natural that he tried his best in avoiding eye contact with Quinn.

For a moment, he gave in to his urges and looked up. When his eyes met with Quinn’s, he instinctively knew that this was a bad idea. A tingling sensation could be felt at the back of his brain, it was almost as if it was trying to burst out of his skull and run away.

’What’s wrong with you, Zac? Get it together.’

Quinn entered the game zone and took a relaxed stance while in the circle. The others felt like it was all a show. They simply couldn’t believe why he was extremely calm.

"He’ll be out in ten seconds," one of them said.

"Oh, yeah? Do you want to bet for it? I reckon thirty seconds, for ten credits," another replied.

"He should be confident for a reason, right? I think forty-five, just before things start speeding up."

"Zac, do you want to get in on this bet?"

Zac didn’t respond to them. Truthfully, he didn’t want to tell the others his answer, something was telling him that Quinn would be able to clear the entire thing.

The game began and the other group was carefully watching the timer instead of Quinn himself. They were all hoping to cash in their winnings.

Once the timer went past the ten-second mark, a moan could be heard since one of them lost the bet. The seconds continued to pass by as it eventually crossed the thirty-second mark.

"I can’t believe it."

The game entered the final fifteen second, now that all of their bets failed, they decided to look at Quinn.

However, as they observed him, they found things to be quite odd. It still looked as if he was just casually standing in the same spot. The bars came swinging out at him, and just as one of them was about to him at the very last second, he would be able to block the attack with his arm, he would retract his limb and then repeat the same thing at the rest of the bars.

Watching Quinn do this was painful for Sam’s heart. It was as if someone was walking on a tightrope. Every single attack seemed to have been barely blocked at the last second.

Sam watched at the very beginning of the round. Even when the machine moved at a slower pace, the attacks still looked as if they were just about to hit Quinn. Because of how things were going, he expected that Quinn would lose in the final fifteen seconds.

"Beep!" The sound of the game ending and the level being completed was heard. Sam’s prediction was completely wrong.

"Whoa! Will you look at that? He actually did it! Well, good news, there’s no way he’s getting past the next one. Right, Zac?"

Once again, Zac didn’t respond. What the others failed to realise was that Quinn wasn’t even out of breath, in fact, he didn’t have a single sweat on him. Although the game was only a minute long, but with the unusual amount of intense concentration and fast movements, it was still similar to someone doing a sprint.

The next participant from Zac’s group entered, it was time for Level 4 to begin. All six compartments started moving at a faster pace than the previous Level. Not only that, but the machine also seemed to be doing more double attacks, it was attacking at two different places at once.

Even though the student was doing well, everyone could tell he was barely hanging in there. When the machine entered the final quarter, the first strike struck his foot, knocking him out of the game. There were now three contenders left, including Zac on the other team.

Just the same as before, Quinn entered the game and started off in a similar way he left things. It even seemed like he never left the game. Quinn continued blocking each strike just before it would hit him, he would lift his limbs to block and simply place them straight back down.

’The reading on his watch... It has to be a fake! Or maybe he’s some sort of martial art expert or something... No wonder he’s so confident, he’s going to complete this, isn’t he?’ Zac’s thoughts were screaming in his head.