"Hmm! Delicious! I never thought that a giant lizard could taste this good! Do you want a piece?"
"Ugh, I will refrain myself."
"Well, you are the one missing it. Don't regret it later. So, did you film everything?"
"Of course! We had 5 stealth drones filming the battle in all different angles!"
"Great! Let me see it!"
Clap Clap!
As the butler clapped his hands twice, the wall monitors showing the changes of the terrain in the second planet turned black for a second before showing a short animation that ended with the Golden Fang family logo spinning in the air, emanating light all around it until it cover the whole screen and the film started, showing a man in armor, piloting a fighter spaceship.
[Great! Look at my luck! This weather is perfect!]
The camera changes it's view, showing the approaching Planet covered by a scary layer of dark clouds full of lightnings.
"Is this the edited version?"
"Of course! I would never be so crude as to deliver the raw footage with all the boring scenes included in it."
"Excellent! Keep up the good work!"
[The planet you are going has just finished terraforming. There are trillions of nanomachines in the air stabilizing it's condition.]
[So?]
[So for the next week or so all kind of contacts with the surface will be unavailable... or at least that's what I was told.]
"Master...This is complete bullshit. Why did you order them to do this?"
"Isn't it fine? If he had all support available for him, the hunting would be too easy!"
"What if something goes wrong!?"
"Then we will compensate his family!"
Seeing the smile on his Master's face, the butler knew his objection had no way of making it through so he just prayed for the best.
The film proceeds as the fighter lands on the planet and starts to arm himself.
"Hoho!!! Who prepared the sword? Give them a bonus in their next paycheck! Also, was this scripted? How did he find it so easily?"
"No, it's not scripted. The reason why he found it so easily is because he is that good. We don't accept half backed personnel in our security teams, even if they are just temporary staff members, so this much is expected!"
"So this is the norm? Hmm, not bad! I know my personal family guards are the best but I didn't expect this level from a nobody we recruited just for this project. I like this guy! You know what? Once the tournament is over, run a background check on him and if he is clean, invite him to work at Sereus 4."
"As you wish!"
Some orchestra music start playing softly, adding tension to scene as March slowly crawls through the grass, approaching the T-Rex's location. The tension builds up as March gets closer and closer to his target, then it completely vanishes in the moment he makes the shot.
The pulse laser shoots fly slowly toward the T-Rex in slow motion and the moment of the impact is repeated in 5 different angles, showing how much damage it dealt.
"Wow!"
The huge lizard growls, making the wine glass dance over the table and acting as a signal for the music to change into an action packed one as the T-Rex charges at March at full speed.
The results of the fight are already pretty clear, considering the steaks served on his table, but John Golden Fang still feel the tension as he watches the fight happening before his eyes, making him forget his surroundings and completely immerse himself in the video playing before him.
The second dino appears, and sweat start appearing on March's face. John G.F. who is watching this for the first time grabs on the arms of the chair and moves his face closer to the monitor, afraid to lose a single detail.
The animals collide and the music changes again into an epic beat, skipping March storing back his rifle directly to the moment he took the sword and turned it on, making it shine like the Sun.
John's eyes shine as he sees March dealing the last two slashes, cutting the neck of one dinosaur just a second before splitting the other's head in two.
"Cool!!!!!!! That was so cool!!!! I want to try doing it as well!!!!"
"I would advise against it. Despite everything, this person is a professional, so it's not something those outside the field are able to imitate."
"Well, yeah. That's right..."
"But we can do some editing and make it appear as if it's you the one doing the kill if you want."
"Oh!!! Now that's a nice idea! I will be able to brag all I want and nobody will know it's false! Let's do it! Finish it before the next week's announcement! I will use it as a preview for what the players will find in the next round!"
"Of course!"
The butler bows to his Master once before exiting the room.
"Hahahaha! I saw something good! This makes this steak taste even better!"
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Time continued to pass and soon another week had come to an end, leaving only one week before the start of the second phase.
During this week Apollo's camp continued advance maximum speed, finishing the Crystal Core Cultivation Facility, building a fish farm, expanding his research center and increasing his camp's population.
Despite all protest from the cat girls, consuming boar meat and practicing boar hunting were banned. Apollo found it funny that those girls, despite having cat traces, loved boar meat over fish meat to the point of openly protesting. It was the first protest that ever occurred on his base and him, as a true leader, made sure to hear what they say and ignore it completely in the end.
Another odd effect of this order was that the boar girls also became depressed by this. When Apollo asked why, they told him that being eaten by their master was an honor, they had been created to be eaten and the fact that he was rejecting them was a shame for their whole race, making Apollo want to cry.
Even so Apollo didn't give up on his order!
If the system is brainwashing them, he just has to brainwash them even more!
For the next few days Apollo started a campaign to change the view of these innocent boars, making speeches about why it's morally unacceptable for them to be eaten, and telling them they are much more than just uncooked meat that yet to reach his plate!
Days passed by and the protests and mood slowly changed. Maybe he was finally able to convince them his ideas were right... or maybe he just made them hold back themselves in respect for his wishes.
The truth shall never be known.