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Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Match Fixing (5)

“Oh…?”

A noise as if the sky were splitting.

Yeongwoo quickly looked up at the dungeon ceiling and realized his mistake.

‘Did I go too far with my words?’

He hadn’t expected Dogo to react so immediately.

But on second thought, wasn’t it thanks to his bold provocation that they got timely help?

‘Anyway, it’s true that you were hesitating in such a situation.’

Of course, now he had to grumble to himself.

CRACK!

The ominous sound that had been coming from far away finally started resonating right above the dungeon.

‘What’s making such a racket? Are they drilling through the ceiling or something?’

Yeongwoo couldn’t help but tilt his head in confusion.

He didn’t know exactly what was being sponsored, but wasn’t it supposed to be teleported into the arena?

Like when they had provided the subspace bomb before.

Even the knights of Mara had entered through beams of light, and Tomar’s laser bombardment had penetrated the dungeon ceiling neatly, only exerting physical force inside the arena.

In other words, every company present today had the technology to enter the arena without damaging the dungeon.

But only Dogo.

RUMBLE!

The noise grew so loud it was ear-splitting as it approached.

‘No way, are they really…?’

The air around the arena started to vibrate.

Something was physically affecting the dungeon from the outside.

“Chairman, could this be…?”

Just as Yeongwoo had a horrifying realization.

CRASH!

A different kind of shattering sound erupted as the dungeon ceiling above the arena and waiting room broke apart.

“…!”

Yeongwoo, along with the other 14 participants in the waiting room and even Dragos across the arena, looked up.

Because.

WHOOOOOSH!

A rough transport machine, like a mining elevator, dropped down from the hole in the ceiling.

FWOOOOSH!

It fell freely, and Yeongwoo could see clearly in that brief moment.

“Huh?”

A face he recognized from somewhere was inside the elevator.

Dry-looking reddish-brown skin.

Small but very solid-looking black eyes.

An alien in thick armor with a determined expression.

“G-Guppy?”

It was none other than the Mon-O tribe boy from Jargal planet, Guppy.

[TL/N: Going with guppy and Mon-O tribe, sounds better.]

The star of the ad for Dogo, who had become a space pirate, was here.

CRASH!

The elevator crashed into the center of Arena 2, and heavily armed Mon-O tribe members with large clubs jumped out.

‘Why are they so much bigger?’

Watching the situation in Arena 2 on the broadcast screen, Yeongwoo noticed that Guppy and the Mon-O tribe members were much taller than in the ad.

Considering the knights sent by Mara were 5 meters tall, the Mon-O tribe members seemed about.

‘…3 meters? Around that. But how did six of them fit into that small elevator?’

A truly harsh working environment.

However, the Mon-O tribe’s combat abilities were formidable.

As soon as they exited the elevator, they swiftly smashed the surrounding mutants and lined up in the center of the arena.

Even the less intelligent mutant replicas dared not approach and began to retreat to the edges of the arena.

‘What is this? Are they Dogo’s demolition crew?’

There was no other way to think about it.

Each of the six Mon-O tribe members, including Guppy, held their clubs threateningly, glaring at Mara’s knights.

Guppy stepped forward and said something to the knights.

‘Probably something like, “Get lost or face the consequences.”’

Guppy.

Or rather, the final warning from Dogo, the intergalactic weapon brand.

But the silver-armored knights, backed by the master of the void “Mara,” did not yield to the threat.

Just as they had done to Yeongwoo earlier, they raised a thumb with one hand and drew it across their throat.

Sssss…

‘So negotiations have broken down.’

Watching the knight’s thumb move horizontally, Yeongwoo closed his eyes.

This might be the start of a grudge between Dogo and Mara.

How dare a mere weapons dealer threaten a servant of a god?

‘Even though I provoked them to come… is this really okay?’

When Yeongwoo opened his eyes again.

“…!”

The six Mon-O tribe members were charging at Mara’s knights.

It was a 6-on-2 fight.

The knights were much larger, making it look like a fight between adults and children, but the actual battle unfolded very differently.

Once they clashed, it became clear that Dogo’s firepower was overwhelming.

Beating with clubs.

That expression fit perfectly.

The Mon-O tribe members surrounded the two knights and mercilessly swung their clubs, with Dogo’s wedge emblem repeatedly flaring up and fading at the impact points.

So, those clubs were also…

‘…company products.’

It was part of an advertisement, in a way.

Even though no sound could be transmitted through the broadcast, Yeongwoo felt as if he could hear the thudding sounds, so severe was the beating Dogo’s enforcers were giving the knights.

Of course, the knights tried to retaliate with their weapons, but every attempt failed.

Each knight had three Mon-O tribe members on them, and one of them would just hold the club still, only to strike the knight’s wrist whenever they tried to fight back.

‘They have their roles thoroughly divided. This isn’t their first time doing this…?’

Watching the knights being driven into a corner without being able to launch a proper counterattack, Yeongwoo realized Dogo was a more formidable company than he had anticipated.

‘Won’t there be repercussions if they go around beating everyone like this? Especially since Mara is said to be the king of ten thousand demons… they won’t just take this lying down.’

While Yeongwoo was thinking this, the six Mon-O tribe members continued beating the knights, and eventually,

Thud!

One of the knights dropped their weapon.

Seeing this, the other knight hastily looked up at the sky and stretched out their hand.

‘Are they retreating? Or calling for reinforcements?’

If it was a call for reinforcements, an uncontrollable escalation might begin.

“…”

As Yeongwoo watched the broadcast with a tense expression, Arena 2 lit up.

Just like when they had sent the knights, Mara’s side sent down a beam of light.

Then,

Swish!

The knights, who had been holding their clubs with both hands, vanished amidst the Mon-O tribe thugs.

Mara had decided to withdraw the guards.

However, the operation didn’t seem to include their followers, as Dragos was still left in Arena 2.

―……

Dragos’s face was pale as expected.

But Guppy and the Mon-O tribe enforcers didn’t even glance at this pitiful European.

After confirming there were no more knights around, they got back into the elevator.

“What? They’re just going to leave like that?”

Yeongwoo realized at this point.

The order given to the Mon-O space pirate Guppy by Dogo was not to kill Dragos but to deal with Mara’s knights.

‘After all, Dragos is also part of this dungeon… they were keeping to some kind of boundary?’

The laws of the universe were truly elusive.

Trrrring!

Chains descended from the hole in the dungeon ceiling, connecting with the elevator that the enforcers were in.

Guppy extended his hand to the top of the elevator frame and tapped the chain twice.

It was probably a signal to return.

Then,

“Oh…!”

Guppy looked at Yeongwoo through the broadcast screen.

It was unmistakable.

Because he gave a thumbs-up to the screen.

“Was he greeting me…?”

While Yeongwoo was staring in a daze, the elevator carrying Guppy and the Mon-O tribe enforcers shot up rapidly.

SHWOOSH!

It disappeared so quickly that everyone wondered if they had dreamed it, but the conspicuously broken ceiling hole immediately reminded them that it was all real.

The knights, who were supposed to save the “Weakest” in the stage 5 match, were beaten up and driven out by thugs who suddenly broke through the ceiling.

So now Dragos was…

‘Practically a dead man. There are still plenty of mutants left in the arena.’

Sure enough, the participants in the waiting room started shouting and screaming at the broadcast screen.

At this rate, option 3, where the Strongest survive and the Weakest die, which only had one bet, was going to come true.

―%^%&#@##

―…!

Moreover, most of the audience had voted for option 2, where the Strongest die, so they didn’t dare to enter the arena and create a variable.

‘So this ends in my victory. No matter how desperate they are for points, they won’t walk into this themselves.’

The deadly toxic storm was still raging in Arena 1, where Yeongwoo was, and about ten mutants remained.

As long as they were human, entering meant certain death.

Meanwhile, in Arena 2, the “Weakest” side.

―….

There were Dragos, who seemed to have lost his will to fight, and over 20 mutants.

Although Dragos was indeed a skilled fighter, he wasn’t capable of taking down 20 mutants alone.

“Mara” was a formidable backer, but they hadn’t enhanced Dragos’s abilities.

‘That’s why self-learning is the best education.’

As Yeongwoo cut down a mutant that had braved the toxic storm, he summoned the final guest to decorate the end of this dungeon.

Shh.

It was none other than.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

「Pumpkin-Colored Whistle」 – Legendary Necklace

【Summons a friend.】

| Yeongtae, Taejoon, Younghyeom

These were his three friends, probably pedaling to charge the laser cannon at this very moment.