<h4>Chapter Ch78 - Unconvinced, Calling My Parents</h4>
<i>trantor: xiin</i>
<i>editor: kara</i>
Victor had actually used a bit of his mother’s political power.
If he hadn’t been the son of the deputy governor, it was likely that his report wouldn’t have been epted so quickly by the Second Star Province, let alone have that snake of a boss on the mineral resolved within half a year––the type of person who could afford to buy a was at the very least a giant reptile worth hundreds of billions in assets.
However, when he spoke to his family about this matter, Father Vic spoke very happily, “My Vic has grown up! You don’t know how happy your mommy is! She stuffed herself for supper yesterday and is still humming today!”
On the other side, there was a loud cough from Mother Vic.
Victor said, “But, in the end, I still had to ask my uncle for help... I wouldn’t have been able to deal with it all so smoothly if I had been born in another family.”
Father Vic said, “What kind of reasoning is this? People who are good-looking have the freedom to go and be stars, smart people are free to go do research, and it’s the same for those who are born with capital. You were born into our family, so why can’t you make use of your capital?”
“......” Victor conceded, “Dad, I can’t win against you.”
Father Vicughed and said, “Alright, Dad knows that you have studied hard for the sake of doing something good. If the same kind of resources are in the hands of a rich yboy instead, the result would be different. Knowing that is good enough.”
Victor nodded, “Indeed. If I had taken an extra degree inw back then, the results would have been even better!”
Father Vic asked, “Is yourpany still running? Your mommy said that the idea is actually very good, and the pilot testing in the Earth District was also very sessful. It’s actually very easy to promote it further.”
Victor replied, “I certainly agree if Mommy wants to promote it. If more works and creations are supported, I’ll also be able to get some of the glory...”
“What glory? Are you nning toe back and join thepany?”
Victor faltered, “Ah, not quite...” In fact, I’m addicted to Lord Four’s fan materials and can’t extricate myself. If only the dog food producers could write 20,000 words a day, it would be great! It’s rare to find a ‘Lord Four x Representative’ text that insists that the CP is unshakeable!!!
......
As could be seen from this matter, Victor was a school bully who couldn’t remain idle.
He’d always said that he wanted to be a field snail man, but in fact, he’d never seeded. From bing a legal representative at the start to trying to start a businesster on, he’d finally, with much difficulty, managed to quit the position of president only to go and manage another person’s mining.
By this time, the mining boss’ career was almost over, and Victor had nothing to do, so he’d gone to research the magic form at home.
As he studied and researched, he started feeling that it was necessary to verify whether his previous deductions were right or wrong––but how? Of course, he could only have a magee and use it in order to verify if the form was correct.
Two minutester.
Victor grabbed his form, went to the virtual arena, and created a mage character for himself with the ID ‘Hot Chocte’.
He’d casually try two matches.
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Victor was not a person who knew how topete in e-sports, but the ranking for this new ount of his was also very low, and everyone else he encountered were also salted fish like him. His matches were known as ‘fish pond’ matches, which consisted of newbies and crappy yers pecking at each other.
In this ranking segment, Victor used the magic form to bully a group of novices, who only knew how to use system skills. It was like high school students using calculus to beat primary school students or a transmigrator using a nuclear weapon in order to unify the world...
One against a thousand! Being far better than everyone else!! The thrill of beating up children using an external plug-in was simply amazing!
“......”
There was a feeling of bullying a primary school student.
Victor was mortified and said, “Calling your parents when you can’t win. You’re the shameless one!”
Victor recorded the data he’d just tested, modified the form so that it matched up with actual results, and then went back online to test the new form.
And then, he was actually contacted by the little assassin’s big cousin––the big cousin’s ID was really called ‘Big Cousin’.
Big Cousin: “I’m sorry, smallrade.”
And, he sent over a duel request.
Victor wanted to try out the form and epted the request.
And then, poor Victor was abused by Big Cousin until he waspletely muddleheaded. Even before he could figure out what was going on, he’d already fallen to the ground.
Victor: “......”
Big Cousin: “Cough, cough, an unequal contest brings no honor to the victor. Apologies.”
Little Vic’spetitive heart was stirred up, and he chased after him to say, “Don’t go. If you have the guts, don’t leave. I’m going to modify my formu... my tactics. Let’s have another match in five minutes!”
......
That was how it happened.
When Tyron came back from his morning exercise, what he saw was a Little Vic who was addicted to online gaming and couldn’t tear himself away.
Tyron: “......”
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
Tyron quietly moved his stool over to sit in front of Victor, staring at him with an inquiring gaze for a long time.
Ten minutester, Victor came out of the virtualwork with an unconvinced, dissatisfied expression. He copied out the form at hand as he continued to modify it, gnashing his teeth as he said, “I don’t believe it! ... It can’t be like this...”
Then, he finally noticed Tyron looking at him expressionlessly.
The expression on Victor’s face changed immediately, “... Ah, when did youe back? In, in fact, there’s a reason why I’m online! Also, I promise that I have only yed two matches, only two matches!”
Tyron said: “I heard that you no longer secretly snuck online ever since you turned seven.”
Victor pretended to be bashful and rified, “Actually, I’m only six years and 218 months old this year...”
Tyron: “......”
He gave in.
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Ten minutester, ‘Big Cousin’ received a message from ‘Hot Chocte’, “You just wait! If you have guts, don’t leave! I’m calling my boyfriend over to deal with you!”
Big Cousin: “???”
Another five minutester, a new assassin ount with the ID ‘My Vic Is Six Years Old’ came over and didn’t say a single word before sending over a duel request.
Big Cousin: “Bro, is this necessary? How far is this back and forth going to go?”
My Vic Is Six Years Old: “We’ll talk about it after you win against me.”
The corner of Big Cousin’s mouth twitched. He could only ept the duel request first.
The two assassins stood there in the virtual arena, both of them using the default assassin appearance which kept their faces hidden.
In order to distinguish the two, the system had dyed Big Cousin’s coat ck and painted My Vic Is Six Years Old’s cloak white.
One person in white and one in ck didn’t bother with any nonsense words, standing firm as soon as the randomized map came out. They tacitly didn’t use stealth when the countdown ended and charged in directly to exchange attacks.
......
Two seconds after the first sh, Big Cousin watched nkly as his opponent vanished in front of his eyes, leaving only a piece of cold light that shed and disappeared, and instinctively shouted, “Damn!!!”
He hadn’t even finished his ‘damn’ when Tyron’s aerialbo had already reached the fourteenth strike, draining his healthpletely.
Other than that first hit, Big Cousin had beenpletely unable tond an attack on his white-cloaked assassin opponent. He cried out as he died, unconvinced, “Hold on! You used a plug-in!!!”
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Tyron looked at him the way one would look at someone who was mentally challenged and was toozy to speak back. He directly sent him another duel request instead.
When the two of them fought the second match, Big Cousin immediately went into stealth as soon as the match began.
His stealth technique was a little better than his closebat technique, but it wasn’t really useful at all.
Tyron’s expression was cold the whole time. The ID ‘My Vic Is Six Years Old’ hovered over his head as he stood there like a great devil, holding his two des and waiting in ce.
When Big Cousin suddenly attacked, Tyron reflexively stabbed back, still managing tond his hit first and directly sending Big Cousin flying.
“Damn...” Big Cousin cried out again. After that, he finally used a rtively rarely-seen technique to try ande at Tyron from behind andunch a counter attack––
However, it was still useless. At most, it made Tyron waste another two or three seconds.
Tyron didn’t use any of his famous skills. He used his two des at speeds that were almost at the limit and left dazzling lights in the viewers’ eyes to createbos that left Big Cousin beaten into pieces.
To be honest, when faced with other professions, Tyron wouldn’t be so straightforward and use the most simple and violent solution, but when they were both assassins...
Was there anyone in this world who couldpare to Tyron when it came to their familiarity with the assassin profession? This wasn’t a joking matter.
It was precisely because of this familiarity, this extreme understanding, that Tyron would often understand everything about his opponent whenever they happened to be an assassin.
No assassin could keep any secrets before his gaze.
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Finally, Big Cousin said, “I acknowledge defeat! Stop! Where did you buy these external plug-ins? Please introduce it to me...”
Tyron: “Are plug-ins even required in order to deal with you?”
Big Cousin was so angered by this that his eyes started to protrude.
His younger cousin said, “I don’t believe it! I can count all the assassins who can win against my big cousin in the Second Star Province on one hand! What kind of spring onion or garlic are you? You must be using a plug-in––if you have the ability, then take your plug-in to fight in the provincialpetitions!”
The plug-in screening system in the provincialpetitions was very strict. Nobody had been able toe up with any ck technology and use plug-ins during the provincialpetitions in the past 100 years or so––this was why he would say such a thing.
Tyron still used the same words, “With just you?”
His gaze only stopped on the younger cousin for a single second, but when thetter was suddenly confronted with a master assassin’s aura, he was frightened enough to cry and run off with a wail.
Big Brother was busy chasing after his younger cousin as he said, “Sigh, if you have something to say, then say it. There’s no need to bully other people’s younger cousins... If you have the ability, then wait until I’m finished with tomorrow’s match. We can change servers and duel again!”
Tyron: “......”
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Big Cousin was very happy when he spoke these harsh words, but he was not so happyter when he was faced with reality.
The next day, when the two of them met again on thepetition stage, the scene was incredibly awkward.
The host made the introductions. Today was the third round of the group stage matches, and the two yers both happened to be assassins. They were, respectively: Contestant Odin vs Contestant Cardinal.
At this moment, the two assassins standing behind the host looked at each other in silence for a moment.
Cardinal suddenly whispered in a tentative voice, “’My Vic Is Six Years Old’?”
Tyron: “... Come again?”
Cardinal: “You, you, you... Your Vic Is Six Years Old!”
Tyron: “......”
Tyron felt like he was seeing a younger generation assassin trembling and quivering in front of him.
After he’d be a master assassin, he’d taught many assassin youngsters. After these brats and little demons arrived in front of him, they soon became honest and obedient.
This was probably because, in the eyes of these youngsters, the master assassin’s silence was profound, cold, and controlled... He would sometimes deliberately make himself appear stern, then scold the younger generation, and watch them really tremble.
In fact, perhaps... a bad hobby like bullying children... was really quite hard to correct.