Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 184: Just For Once (8) (Part 2)

[Wait! The golden frying pan!]

“Don’t want such trash, you take it.”

[Gasp!]

I bit into a healing potion as I exited the stadium.

The current time was 11:41 AM. No shuttle buses were running at this hour.

‘Anytng.’

You must be watching.

You understand the gravity of the situation.

Edis was injured. We were at risk of missing the 5-star summon ticket.

[Master, ‘Han (★★★★)’ is requesting assistance!]

Anytng immediately displayed the tactical tool.

Woosh. A red arrow appeared in the sky.

I ran at full speed towards the direction indicated by the arrow.

A bright red sports car was cruising down the road.

I jumped over the lanes and charged at the sports car. I locked eyes with the man in the driver’s seat.

“Wait, you…”

Bang!

With all my strength, I kicked the door open, sending a panel of metal flying.

I pulled the flustered man out of the driver’s seat and threw him onto the road.

“Hey, you, what the hell! I’m a regular employee of Mobius…”

I sat in the driver’s seat.

I gripped the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator.

“Hey, you crazy bastard! What are you doing?!”

Vroom!

The powerful engine sound roared as the sports car sped forward.

I kept accelerating, smashing through obstacles in my way.

The luxury sports car’s front end was battered, but that wasn’t my concern.

I took out the communication stone with my left hand.

“It’s Han. How’s it going?”

“Oppa Velkist says he won’t forgive you.”

“That’s terrifying.”

“Anyway, there are three of us left now. But can you really make it? Battle Royale matches take a long time…”

“Focus on your match. If you can’t win even after all of this hassle, you know what happens. It’s over.”

“Uh… I’ll concentrate.”

“Good, I’m hanging up.”

Ptooey.

I spat out the blood pooling in my mouth.

My entire body was covered in wounds. The combined result of minor injuries and the aftermath of Ascend.

Vroom!

The dashboard indicated a speed of 200 km/h.

A curve. I twisted the steering wheel and hit the brakes. Screech! The smell of burning tires filled the air as thick skid marks were drawn on the road.

11:53 AM.

7 minutes left.

In the distance, the silhouette of the stadium was visible.

“Did you see that crazy thief bastard! You’re screwed if you get caught!”

The sound of a propeller.

Looking up, a helicopter was following.

I extended my middle finger towards the helicopter.

Then, without hesitation, I pressed the accelerator.

The sports car smashed through a steel fence three times,

“Damn! My limited-edition Lamborghini…”

11:57 AM.

I arrived at the parking lot in front of the stadium.

Screech! I maneuvered around the buses blocking the front and drove up to the entrance of the stadium.

“What is that?”

“Seems like it’s coming this way…”

Boom!

I honked the horn and pushed forward.

“Ah!”

“What, what! Why are you coming here!”

“Ah, get out of the way!”

Bang!

The sports car smashed through the glass doors of the entrance and came to a stop inside.

Flames and smoke rose from the front of the car.

‘Ah, I’m gonna die.’

There wasn’t a spot on my body that didn’t ache.

Thud. I stepped out of the mangled car door.

“Uh…”

I locked eyes with an employee wearing a badge.

“I’m a participant in the individual match. Came here for the finals.”

“Uh, you can go that way.”

Boom!

The sports car embedded in the wall exploded.

I pointed behind me and said,

“Take care of that, will you?”

“Ah, yes… I’ll call the fire department…”

I moved towards the corridor indicated by the employee.

Limping on one leg, I took out a second potion from my bag and drank it.

“Is there a participant named Velkist from Townia? If you don’t come out now, you’ll be disqualified!”

The referee on the square stage was calling the next contestant.

Velkist, was it his first match?

‘I’m sorry dude. He must have been looking forward to it.’

I smirked and approached the stage.

The opponent had already taken the stage.

“Did he run away? Waiting is annoying. Just disqualify him already.”

“Understood. Then we’ll proceed with a walkover.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

I stepped onto the stairs and climbed onto the stage.

The audience in the stands focused their attention on me. Among them, Aaron was also present, his eyes widening in apparent joy.

“Who is this? You seem to be severely injured.”

“Substitute.”

“A substitute? There’s no such rule.”

A female employee ran up to the stage and whispered in the referee’s ear.

The referee’s expression changed moment by moment.

“……”

The referee looked at me with a horrified expression.

“Are you Han Israt from Townia, the winner of the Battle Royale?”

I nodded.

“……Participation acknowledged.”

“What? Participating twice! Was there such a ridiculous rule!”

My opponent,

The burly man with an axe turned red in the face.

“Almost all three events are held simultaneously, so we didn’t think this would happen. We will revise the rules to make duplicate participation impossible next time.”

“You’ve lost your mind. Whatever, fine! I’ll split your head open.”

The burly man spat on his hand and slammed his axe into the ground.

“Your body is covered in blood. Seems like you barely survived death. Do you think you can win?”

Bloodied.

Not an inaccurate description.

Even I, couldn’t walk out safe against several born 4 stars heroes.

And with the aftereffects of Ascend on top.

Drip.

Blood dripping from my forehead fell to the floor of the arena.

“Where did you throw your weapon? Planning to fight bare-handed?”

I hadn’t brought my sword.

The staff member was fussing around looking for keys or something.

“Whether you’re a substitute or a blockhead, you’ve come here to die! I’ve been craving some bloodshed. Hahaha!”

The scoundrel laughed sinisterly.

I calmed my breath.

No time for a break, is that it?

I have to make it to the finals.

This is interesting.

A suitable penalty.

“I might as well use my fists…”

I stretched out my right hand.

Thump!

Suddenly, Bifrost, having pierced through the ceiling, crashed onto the stage floor.

I grabbed its hilt and drew the sword.

“Huh?!”

Peep!

The referee blew the whistle.

Aaron in the audience stood up and shouted.

“Hyung-nim! Hang in there!”

I smirked and flipped the blade.

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