Chapter 100: Carving a Way Out
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Chapter 100: Carving a Way Out
There is no time for sentimentality! Master Shol seemed to regain himself. We must find a way out of this or youll die at the stake. The tournament will be over in a few minutes, and the Animal Kingdom will surely find an excuse to attack you as soon as possible.
I see.
Luckily, it seems you are going to win the tournament. One of the rewards for first place is a D-Grade robot bodyguard. That should be enough to protect you unless the planetary overseer acts herself, but if that comes to pass, nobody can save you, anyway.
Do you think she will? Jack asked hesitantly.
No. Regardless, there is no point in worrying about that. If she acts, youre dead. If she doesnt, every scion and agent of the Animal Kingdom will be after you soon after you walk out of this arena. They wont be able to touch you or your people while you have the robot bodyguard, but that will only delay the inevitable. In one year, the Animal Kingdoms true forces will arrive, and the very first thing they will do on this planet is execute you and anyone you care about.
I see. Jack didnt let fear cloud his judgment. Now was the time for action, not worry. So we return to the plan where I must take my people and flee. It pained his heart to say it. He would take a bunch of mortals into shark-filled waters. Even if he found some way for them to escape without teleportation, the chances of them surviving were slim.
There is no other choice. Master Shol sighed.
But Jack refused to accept this. He put his mind to work. Simple and direct solutions had worked for him so faror they hadntbut the time had come to use the intelligence that had almost netted him a PhD pre-apocalypsea PhD that now seemed as far away as a distant dream. He would never complete those few missing details.
At the same time, anger and stubbornness boiled up inside Jack. These aliens made rules and broke them. Rules were nothing to the strong.
But that was fine. If rules meant nothing, then Jack would make his own. If power was all that mattered, then Jack would reach for power.
If he wanted things to go his way, he had to take charge. Suddenly, he felt like his eyes had been half-closed but were now finally open. This was how things worked in the galaxy.
So what if there was no way out? He would find one.
Jack grinned.
He poured through every bit of knowledge he had. Even if Master Shol seemed resigned, Jack refused to give up. That was not the way of the fist. He would find a path to survival, to victory. It didnt matter how difficult it was. If there was a path, he would walk it, and if there wasnt, he would make it.
And as he thought of that, an idea sprung in his mind. An idea that was undoubtedly insane, but which might be his only chance.
Master, he said, what are the chances of me reaching the C-Grade in a year?
What? Master Shol gave him an odd look. None. Why do you ask?
Is it really impossible? Or is it just highly improbable?
Dont use my words against me, kid. The ghost forced himself to smile. Highly improbable is an underestimation. You have the same chances as randomly choosing the correct grain of sand out of an entire beach.
But it is a chance.
Whats in your mind, boy? The things you are saying are impossible.
Nothing is impossible, Jack replied. He was aware that his abrupt increase in power was skewing his perception, but he was also confident that he made at least some sense. How about this? I leave the D-Grade robot bodyguard to guard my faction, and I leave the planet right away. Today. As soon as the tournament ends, before they can make a move on me.
Master Shol widened his eyes in disbelief but let him continue.
Think about it, Jack insisted. Everyone will be protected here. Even the Flame River, Dorman, and all of them can hide in my faction if they want. They will be safe for a year. Nobody will reach the D-Grade by then.
Rufus Emberheart might, but its highly improbable, Master Shol muttered. He didnt agree with Jacks plan yet, but his enthusiasm was clearly getting to him.
Exactly, Jack said. At the same time, I will be alone in the galaxy. It will be tough out there, but you said it yourself: the greatest growth comes with the greatest danger. I will hunt opportunities with everything I have, and if I survive, my power should rise meteorically. Its the same principle as the Integration: a large meat grinder that heavily rewards the survivors.
That is suicide, Master Shol disagreed. With your potential, risking your life like that is idiotic. There is no need.
Do you have a better suggestion?
Master Shol stayed silent for a moment. Even if you do that, he finally said, there is no way you will reach the C-Grade in a year. I suppose you mean to fight the planetary overseer?
Exactly. The Animal Kingdom cannot send reinforcements. If I can beat her and destroy their teleporters before the grace period is up, we will be cut off from their network. They will need to reach us physically, which will take at least several months. And if I can beat the planetary overseer, who exactly will they send against us? A B-Grade? The galaxys strongest for one planet out of millions?
Master Shol muttered something to himself. That is incorrect. If you insult their honor like that, a dozen C-Grades will be on the planet within a week. There are ways to accelerate space travel, theyre just expensive. He paused, watching Jacks tight frown. However
At this, Jack perked up.
However, Master Shol continued, what you describe has a name: planet poaching. It has happened before, though not by a planets natives. It is a method used between B-Grade factions during silent war. If you defeat the planetary overseer, you can claim the entire planet for your faction. Then, if you are close to the border, you can choose to join another constellation, provided the other B-Grade faction allows it.
Jacks eyes lit up. I could join your constellation?
Theoretically, yes. If you really manage to defeat a C-Grade in a year, there is no way my faction will ignore you. But as I said, thats simply impossible.
You said its not impossible.
Its alright, Master. Jack smiled. The next time we meet, I might even be stronger than you.
Heh. Id like to see that.
Sorry to interrupt, but its almost time, Edgar cut in.
He had long made the sphere opaque so people couldnt see what was happening, and sound was blocked, but they were keeping track of time. They wouldnt want to remain isolated after the tournament was over.
Yes. Jack let go of his masters hand, nodding. Any last words, anyone?
Master Shol stayed silent.
Edgar stayed silent.
Brock said, B.
What? Jack looked at the brorilla by his feet.
B, Brock repeated. His face was strained from the effort. B.
Jacks eyes went wide. Brock? he asked. Are youtrying to speak?
He picked the goddamn worst time to say his first word, Edgar cursed. The deadline is over already!
Jack didnt reply. His eyes were glued on Brock.
B B The little brorilla tried to say, furrowing his brows in deep concentration. His throat wasnt made to speak, but he was flexing his voice muscles. B Br Bro!
He looked up in pride, flashing a monkey-ish grin.
Woah! Jack cried out, throwing his hands in the air. Brock! You said your first word!
Bro! Brock repeated, then laughed in monkey, full of glee. His voice was rough and his pronunciation terrible, but it was clearly a word! He threw his hands in the air, jumping from side to side. Bro! Bro!
Well done, Brock! I didnt even know you could speak! Jack celebrated.
Guys, please get serious. Everybodys waiting for us, Edgar pleaded. Master Shol coughed in his palm.
Jack recovered. He coughed once, too, then said, Right. I believe we have said everything. I got massively stronger. We have a plan. Brock said his first word. Everything will work out. He took a deep breath. Lower the shield, Edgar.
At his command, the blue dome disappeared, exposing Jack to the pressure of immortals and a billion set of eyes. This time, however, he pressured them. In danger, he smiled. Walking the razors edge, he thrived.
Facing impossible odds and the threat of imminent death, this was Jack Rust at his best. The tension sharpened his gaze until it could stab through stone.
The arena went silent as if people could sense that something was different. All four scions that were present narrowed their eyes. The immortals and Vocrich leaned forward in their chairs with interest. Even the C-Grade lioness glanced at Jack, but this time, she didnt invade his mind.
As if on cue, the head judge landed in front of them the moment the shield went down. Her white feathered wings were like an angels, and her blue skin glistened in the morning sun. She had dark hair made in a braid and was dressed in white silken robes.
Jack scanned her.
Djinn, Level 101
Faction: Merchant Union (C-Grade)
He grinned widely. He could finally see her Level. He also glanced at the stands, where Vocrich stood.
Vampire, Level 124
Faction: Hand of God (B-Grade)
Peak of the E-Grade Yeah, I saw that coming.
The one hour is up, the head judge said. Rufus Emberheart failed to appear. If you have nothing to say, I will announce this battle as your victory.
She let the silence drag for a long moment, obviously waiting for Jack to resign. He flashed her his brightest smile. His bare chest puffed out, proud and strong.
Eventually, boos came from the crowd, and the head judge was helpless. With a heavy heart, she announced, Rufus Emberheart failed to show up, forfeiting the fight. As a result She hesitated for a moment. Jack Rust wins the final. He is the winner of Earth-387s Integration Tournament.
Her voice was impassionate, and so were the crowds cheers. Only Jacks allies cheered hard. The rest of the people were expectedly half-hearted about it. After all, they came to see a spectacle, and they waited an hour only for nothing to happen.
However, success isnt measured in claps. Jack had won. He raised a fist into the air, filled with glee.
There is supposed to be a closing ceremony, but since the second place isnt here, I will distribute your rewards now, the head judge announced. She was clearly bending the rules again, but Jack didnt care. The faster this went, the better for him. Dorman Whistles, Alexander Petrovic, please come to the stage. Everyone unrelated, please leave.
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Chapter 100: Carving a Way Out
There is no time for sentimentality! Master Shol seemed to regain himself. We must find a way out of this or youll die at the stake. The tournament will be over in a few minutes, and the Animal Kingdom will surely find an excuse to attack you as soon as possible.
I see.
Luckily, it seems you are going to win the tournament. One of the rewards for first place is a D-Grade robot bodyguard. That should be enough to protect you unless the planetary overseer acts herself, but if that comes to pass, nobody can save you, anyway.
Do you think she will? Jack asked hesitantly.
No. Regardless, there is no point in worrying about that. If she acts, youre dead. If she doesnt, every scion and agent of the Animal Kingdom will be after you soon after you walk out of this arena. They wont be able to touch you or your people while you have the robot bodyguard, but that will only delay the inevitable. In one year, the Animal Kingdoms true forces will arrive, and the very first thing they will do on this planet is execute you and anyone you care about.
I see. Jack didnt let fear cloud his judgment. Now was the time for action, not worry. So we return to the plan where I must take my people and flee. It pained his heart to say it. He would take a bunch of mortals into shark-filled waters. Even if he found some way for them to escape without teleportation, the chances of them surviving were slim.
There is no other choice. Master Shol sighed.
But Jack refused to accept this. He put his mind to work. Simple and direct solutions had worked for him so faror they hadntbut the time had come to use the intelligence that had almost netted him a PhD pre-apocalypsea PhD that now seemed as far away as a distant dream. He would never complete those few missing details.
At the same time, anger and stubbornness boiled up inside Jack. These aliens made rules and broke them. Rules were nothing to the strong.
But that was fine. If rules meant nothing, then Jack would make his own. If power was all that mattered, then Jack would reach for power.
If he wanted things to go his way, he had to take charge. Suddenly, he felt like his eyes had been half-closed but were now finally open. This was how things worked in the galaxy.
So what if there was no way out? He would find one.
Jack grinned.
He poured through every bit of knowledge he had. Even if Master Shol seemed resigned, Jack refused to give up. That was not the way of the fist. He would find a path to survival, to victory. It didnt matter how difficult it was. If there was a path, he would walk it, and if there wasnt, he would make it.
And as he thought of that, an idea sprung in his mind. An idea that was undoubtedly insane, but which might be his only chance.
Master, he said, what are the chances of me reaching the C-Grade in a year?
What? Master Shol gave him an odd look. None. Why do you ask?
Is it really impossible? Or is it just highly improbable?
Dont use my words against me, kid. The ghost forced himself to smile. Highly improbable is an underestimation. You have the same chances as randomly choosing the correct grain of sand out of an entire beach.
But it is a chance.
Whats in your mind, boy? The things you are saying are impossible.
Nothing is impossible, Jack replied. He was aware that his abrupt increase in power was skewing his perception, but he was also confident that he made at least some sense. How about this? I leave the D-Grade robot bodyguard to guard my faction, and I leave the planet right away. Today. As soon as the tournament ends, before they can make a move on me.
Master Shol widened his eyes in disbelief but let him continue.
Think about it, Jack insisted. Everyone will be protected here. Even the Flame River, Dorman, and all of them can hide in my faction if they want. They will be safe for a year. Nobody will reach the D-Grade by then.
Rufus Emberheart might, but its highly improbable, Master Shol muttered. He didnt agree with Jacks plan yet, but his enthusiasm was clearly getting to him.
Exactly, Jack said. At the same time, I will be alone in the galaxy. It will be tough out there, but you said it yourself: the greatest growth comes with the greatest danger. I will hunt opportunities with everything I have, and if I survive, my power should rise meteorically. Its the same principle as the Integration: a large meat grinder that heavily rewards the survivors.
That is suicide, Master Shol disagreed. With your potential, risking your life like that is idiotic. There is no need.
Do you have a better suggestion?
Master Shol stayed silent for a moment. Even if you do that, he finally said, there is no way you will reach the C-Grade in a year. I suppose you mean to fight the planetary overseer?
Exactly. The Animal Kingdom cannot send reinforcements. If I can beat her and destroy their teleporters before the grace period is up, we will be cut off from their network. They will need to reach us physically, which will take at least several months. And if I can beat the planetary overseer, who exactly will they send against us? A B-Grade? The galaxys strongest for one planet out of millions?
Master Shol muttered something to himself. That is incorrect. If you insult their honor like that, a dozen C-Grades will be on the planet within a week. There are ways to accelerate space travel, theyre just expensive. He paused, watching Jacks tight frown. However
At this, Jack perked up.
However, Master Shol continued, what you describe has a name: planet poaching. It has happened before, though not by a planets natives. It is a method used between B-Grade factions during silent war. If you defeat the planetary overseer, you can claim the entire planet for your faction. Then, if you are close to the border, you can choose to join another constellation, provided the other B-Grade faction allows it.
Jacks eyes lit up. I could join your constellation?
Theoretically, yes. If you really manage to defeat a C-Grade in a year, there is no way my faction will ignore you. But as I said, thats simply impossible.
You said its not impossible.
Its alright, Master. Jack smiled. The next time we meet, I might even be stronger than you.
Heh. Id like to see that.
Sorry to interrupt, but its almost time, Edgar cut in.
He had long made the sphere opaque so people couldnt see what was happening, and sound was blocked, but they were keeping track of time. They wouldnt want to remain isolated after the tournament was over.
Yes. Jack let go of his masters hand, nodding. Any last words, anyone?
Master Shol stayed silent.
Edgar stayed silent.
Brock said, B.
What? Jack looked at the brorilla by his feet.
B, Brock repeated. His face was strained from the effort. B.
Jacks eyes went wide. Brock? he asked. Are youtrying to speak?
He picked the goddamn worst time to say his first word, Edgar cursed. The deadline is over already!
Jack didnt reply. His eyes were glued on Brock.
B B The little brorilla tried to say, furrowing his brows in deep concentration. His throat wasnt made to speak, but he was flexing his voice muscles. B Br Bro!
He looked up in pride, flashing a monkey-ish grin.
Woah! Jack cried out, throwing his hands in the air. Brock! You said your first word!
Bro! Brock repeated, then laughed in monkey, full of glee. His voice was rough and his pronunciation terrible, but it was clearly a word! He threw his hands in the air, jumping from side to side. Bro! Bro!
Well done, Brock! I didnt even know you could speak! Jack celebrated.
Guys, please get serious. Everybodys waiting for us, Edgar pleaded. Master Shol coughed in his palm.
Jack recovered. He coughed once, too, then said, Right. I believe we have said everything. I got massively stronger. We have a plan. Brock said his first word. Everything will work out. He took a deep breath. Lower the shield, Edgar.
At his command, the blue dome disappeared, exposing Jack to the pressure of immortals and a billion set of eyes. This time, however, he pressured them. In danger, he smiled. Walking the razors edge, he thrived.
Facing impossible odds and the threat of imminent death, this was Jack Rust at his best. The tension sharpened his gaze until it could stab through stone.
The arena went silent as if people could sense that something was different. All four scions that were present narrowed their eyes. The immortals and Vocrich leaned forward in their chairs with interest. Even the C-Grade lioness glanced at Jack, but this time, she didnt invade his mind.
As if on cue, the head judge landed in front of them the moment the shield went down. Her white feathered wings were like an angels, and her blue skin glistened in the morning sun. She had dark hair made in a braid and was dressed in white silken robes.
Jack scanned her.
Djinn, Level 101
Faction: Merchant Union (C-Grade)
He grinned widely. He could finally see her Level. He also glanced at the stands, where Vocrich stood.
Vampire, Level 124
Faction: Hand of God (B-Grade)
Peak of the E-Grade Yeah, I saw that coming.
The one hour is up, the head judge said. Rufus Emberheart failed to appear. If you have nothing to say, I will announce this battle as your victory.
She let the silence drag for a long moment, obviously waiting for Jack to resign. He flashed her his brightest smile. His bare chest puffed out, proud and strong.
Eventually, boos came from the crowd, and the head judge was helpless. With a heavy heart, she announced, Rufus Emberheart failed to show up, forfeiting the fight. As a result She hesitated for a moment. Jack Rust wins the final. He is the winner of Earth-387s Integration Tournament.
Her voice was impassionate, and so were the crowds cheers. Only Jacks allies cheered hard. The rest of the people were expectedly half-hearted about it. After all, they came to see a spectacle, and they waited an hour only for nothing to happen.
However, success isnt measured in claps. Jack had won. He raised a fist into the air, filled with glee.
There is supposed to be a closing ceremony, but since the second place isnt here, I will distribute your rewards now, the head judge announced. She was clearly bending the rules again, but Jack didnt care. The faster this went, the better for him. Dorman Whistles, Alexander Petrovic, please come to the stage. Everyone unrelated, please leave.
Chapter 100: Carving a Way OutThere is no time for sentimentality! Master Shol seemed to regain himself. We must find a way out of this or youll die at the stake. The tournament will be over in a few minutes, and the Animal Kingdom will surely find an excuse to attack you as soon as possible.I see.Luckily, it seems you are going to win the tournament. One of the rewards for first place is a D-Grade robot bodyguard. That should be enough to protect you unless the planetary overseer acts herself, but if that comes to pass, nobody can save you, anyway.Do you think she will? Jack asked hesitantly.No. Regardless, there is no point in worrying about that. If she acts, youre dead. If she doesnt, every scion and agent of the Animal Kingdom will be after you soon after you walk out of this arena. They wont be able to touch you or your people while you have the robot bodyguard, but that will only delay the inevitable. In one year, the Animal Kingdoms true forces will arrive, and the very first thing they will do on this planet is execute you and anyone you care about.I see. Jack didnt let fear cloud his judgment. Now was the time for action, not worry. So we return to the plan where I must take my people and flee. It pained his heart to say it. He would take a bunch of mortals into shark-filled waters. Even if he found some way for them to escape without teleportation, the chances of them surviving were slim.There is no other choice. Master Shol sighed.But Jack refused to accept this. He put his mind to work. Simple and direct solutions had worked for him so faror they hadntbut the time had come to use the intelligence that had almost netted him a PhD pre-apocalypsea PhD that now seemed as far away as a distant dream. He would never complete those few missing details.At the same time, anger and stubbornness boiled up inside Jack. These aliens made rules and broke them. Rules were nothing to the strong.But that was fine. If rules meant nothing, then Jack would make his own. If power was all that mattered, then Jack would reach for power.If he wanted things to go his way, he had to take charge. Suddenly, he felt like his eyes had been half-closed but were now finally open. This was how things worked in the galaxy.So what if there was no way out? He would find one.Jack grinned.He poured through every bit of knowledge he had. Even if Master Shol seemed resigned, Jack refused to give up. That was not the way of the fist. He would find a path to survival, to victory. It didnt matter how difficult it was. If there was a path, he would walk it, and if there wasnt, he would make it.And as he thought of that, an idea sprung in his mind. An idea that was undoubtedly insane, but which might be his only chance.Master, he said, what are the chances of me reaching the C-Grade in a year?What? Master Shol gave him an odd look. None. Why do you ask?Is it really impossible? Or is it just highly improbable?Dont use my words against me, kid. The ghost forced himself to smile. Highly improbable is an underestimation. You have the same chances as randomly choosing the correct grain of sand out of an entire beach.But it is a chance.Whats in your mind, boy? The things you are saying are impossible.Nothing is impossible, Jack replied. He was aware that his abrupt increase in power was skewing his perception, but he was also confident that he made at least some sense. How about this? I leave the D-Grade robot bodyguard to guard my faction, and I leave the planet right away. Today. As soon as the tournament ends, before they can make a move on me.Master Shol widened his eyes in disbelief but let him continue.Think about it, Jack insisted. Everyone will be protected here. Even the Flame River, Dorman, and all of them can hide in my faction if they want. They will be safe for a year. Nobody will reach the D-Grade by then.Rufus Emberheart might, but its highly improbable, Master Shol muttered. He didnt agree with Jacks plan yet, but his enthusiasm was clearly getting to him.Exactly, Jack said. At the same time, I will be alone in the galaxy. It will be tough out there, but you said it yourself: the greatest growth comes with the greatest danger. I will hunt opportunities with everything I have, and if I survive, my power should rise meteorically. Its the same principle as the Integration: a large meat grinder that heavily rewards the survivors.That is suicide, Master Shol disagreed. With your potential, risking your life like that is idiotic. There is no need.Do you have a better suggestion?Master Shol stayed silent for a moment. Even if you do that, he finally said, there is no way you will reach the C-Grade in a year. I suppose you mean to fight the planetary overseer?Exactly. The Animal Kingdom cannot send reinforcements. If I can beat her and destroy their teleporters before the grace period is up, we will be cut off from their network. They will need to reach us physically, which will take at least several months. And if I can beat the planetary overseer, who exactly will they send against us? A B-Grade? The galaxys strongest for one planet out of millions?Master Shol muttered something to himself. That is incorrect. If you insult their honor like that, a dozen C-Grades will be on the planet within a week. There are ways to accelerate space travel, theyre just expensive. He paused, watching Jacks tight frown. HoweverAt this, Jack perked up.However, Master Shol continued, what you describe has a name: planet poaching. It has happened before, though not by a planets natives. It is a method used between B-Grade factions during silent war. If you defeat the planetary overseer, you can claim the entire planet for your faction. Then, if you are close to the border, you can choose to join another constellation, provided the other B-Grade faction allows it.Jacks eyes lit up. I could join your constellation?Theoretically, yes. If you really manage to defeat a C-Grade in a year, there is no way my faction will ignore you. But as I said, thats simply impossible.You said its not impossible.Its alright, Master. Jack smiled. The next time we meet, I might even be stronger than you.Heh. Id like to see that.Sorry to interrupt, but its almost time, Edgar cut in.He had long made the sphere opaque so people couldnt see what was happening, and sound was blocked, but they were keeping track of time. They wouldnt want to remain isolated after the tournament was over.Yes. Jack let go of his masters hand, nodding. Any last words, anyone?Master Shol stayed silent.Edgar stayed silent.Brock said, B.What? Jack looked at the brorilla by his feet.B, Brock repeated. His face was strained from the effort. B.Jacks eyes went wide. Brock? he asked. Are youtrying to speak?He picked the goddamn worst time to say his first word, Edgar cursed. The deadline is over already!Jack didnt reply. His eyes were glued on Brock.B B The little brorilla tried to say, furrowing his brows in deep concentration. His throat wasnt made to speak, but he was flexing his voice muscles. B Br Bro!He looked up in pride, flashing a monkey-ish grin.Woah! Jack cried out, throwing his hands in the air. Brock! You said your first word!Bro! Brock repeated, then laughed in monkey, full of glee. His voice was rough and his pronunciation terrible, but it was clearly a word! He threw his hands in the air, jumping from side to side. Bro! Bro!Well done, Brock! I didnt even know you could speak! Jack celebrated.Guys, please get serious. Everybodys waiting for us, Edgar pleaded. Master Shol coughed in his palm.Jack recovered. He coughed once, too, then said, Right. I believe we have said everything. I got massively stronger. We have a plan. Brock said his first word. Everything will work out. He took a deep breath. Lower the shield, Edgar.At his command, the blue dome disappeared, exposing Jack to the pressure of immortals and a billion set of eyes. This time, however, he pressured them. In danger, he smiled. Walking the razors edge, he thrived.Facing impossible odds and the threat of imminent death, this was Jack Rust at his best. The tension sharpened his gaze until it could stab through stone.The arena went silent as if people could sense that something was different. All four scions that were present narrowed their eyes. The immortals and Vocrich leaned forward in their chairs with interest. Even the C-Grade lioness glanced at Jack, but this time, she didnt invade his mind.As if on cue, the head judge landed in front of them the moment the shield went down. Her white feathered wings were like an angels, and her blue skin glistened in the morning sun. She had dark hair made in a braid and was dressed in white silken robes.Jack scanned her.Djinn, Level 101Faction: Merchant Union C-GradeHe grinned widely. He could finally see her Level. He also glanced at the stands, where Vocrich stood.Vampire, Level 124Faction: Hand of God B-GradePeak of the E-Grade Yeah, I saw that coming.The one hour is up, the head judge said. Rufus Emberheart failed to appear. If you have nothing to say, I will announce this battle as your victory.She let the silence drag for a long moment, obviously waiting for Jack to resign. He flashed her his brightest smile. His bare chest puffed out, proud and strong.Eventually, boos came from the crowd, and the head judge was helpless. With a heavy heart, she announced, Rufus Emberheart failed to show up, forfeiting the fight. As a result She hesitated for a moment. Jack Rust wins the final. He is the winner of Earth-387s Integration Tournament.Her voice was impassionate, and so were the crowds cheers. Only Jacks allies cheered hard. The rest of the people were expectedly half-hearted about it. After all, they came to see a spectacle, and they waited an hour only for nothing to happen.However, success isnt measured in claps. Jack had won. He raised a fist into the air, filled with glee.There is supposed to be a closing ceremony, but since the second place isnt here, I will distribute your rewards now, the head judge announced. She was clearly bending the rules again, but Jack didnt care. The faster this went, the better for him. Dorman Whistles, Alexander Petrovic, please come to the stage. Everyone unrelated, please leave.
