[Hey Swordy, are you a guild trainee? That weapon does not look normal to me.]
For the first time since Olivier had entered this room, he felt as if he could fail his mission. The sword master he was facing was not an immature kid, but someone who knew what they were doing.
And unlike the previous trainee Olivier had met, this one did not seem to be a simpleton that would fall for his tricks.
'Only 10 minutes left. I need to survive for that long and our guild will win.'
[stop trying to act cool now. You are thinking of winning because of the number limit, right? But that is not going to be the case.]
Just as the sword master finished his words, Olivier watched the score fall.
Originally, it was a 30-vs30 guild fight and their team had been leading the charge with 25-18.
But suddenly, that 25 fell to 23 and then to 20. The opponent team had started to pick and choose whom to kill.
[Why don't you fall and become a part of our victory as well?]
Olivier made the mistake of reading the chat and missing the sword master's next actions. The sword pricked him and made Olivier bleed.
But thankfully, the bleed was not too much. Olivier had only lost about 20% of his HP.
The sword master attacked but it was clear that he was taking it easy against Olivier.
Due to how close the two avatars were, Olivier was not able to utilize his range properly. Most of his shots missed the critical mark.
[Your name! I recognize it now. But you are nothing special so I do not see what all the fuss was about. Now do me a favor and die.]
The sword master picked up speed, infusing his next attack with mana. That was going to be a killer blow if Olivier did not dodge it.
But that was fine.
You see, Olivier had not been walking around aimlessly. Every move had been made to get closer to the guild key.
[Oh, your fucker. How dare you try and trick me. You will not get away with this.]
The sword master was a sharp player and realized what Olivier had been doing soon enough, but by that time his attack had already consumed mana and fired.
Making use of the momentum of the attack, Olivier dodged in the direction of the guild key.
At the same time, the counter for the number of guild members that were left alive dropped from 18-20 in their favor to 17-16 in the opposite team's favor.
[Hey, stay away from that guild key. I worked hard to keep it safe.]
The sword master typed with incredible speed as he tried to come between Olivier and the guild key.
But no matter how fast the sword master was, he did not have a sudden buff and he was not able to stop Olivier from touching the guild key.
[Initiating Guild key building. 10…9…8…7…]
So, this was the part Olivier had forgotten. The ten-second timer during which he could not let his hands come off the guild key.
The sword master knew that as well and he unleashed everything he had to kill Olivier.
With 10 seconds remaining on the clock, the sword master needed to reduce Olivier's HP from 70% to 0%. And this was not an impossible thing to achieve.
[You…are dead]
The sword master unleashed all the attacks and Olivier knew there was nothing he could do. It was only a matter of the game's processing speed and timing now.
[3…2…1…end]
There was no sudden announcement about the results. That was because the game needed five minutes to process what happened across all platforms.
The sword master was confident that his attacks had reduced the shooter's HP to zero. Their team had won this guild fight.
[Winner - Adversary.]
The results caused all the blood to drain out of the sword master's face. He looked toward the guild key, only to see the shooter alive with a silver of his HP left.
And by that, the sword master meant that the HP could not even be seen on the screen.
[How much HP do you have left in that bar? Did you seriously not hack?]
Olivier's sigh of relief turned into a groan of irritation as soon as he read those words. Once again, the accusation of hacking was following him.
And this time, even he had to admit that his luck looked like hacking.
After all, Olivier had managed to survive on 10 HP. And it was all because of the timing of getting hit. One second more on the clock, and Olivier would have lost this fight.
[I am not hacking. It was just luck.]
Olivier typed back and he was surprised to see his hands shaking with excitement. The sudden rush of adrenaline in his system was intoxicating.
It made every nerve in Olivier's stand on alert.
[Bullshit. There is no way you did not hack this game. You managed to get into this room too easily in the first place. I do not believe you.]
The sword master was convinced that his opponent was cheating. He quickly filed a complaint with a mod.
[You! Just wait here for the mod to come and check your account. I want to be assured that your victory was genuine.]
Somehow, being subjected to a second mod check in a single day did not surprise Olivier at all.
He just sighed and opened his messenger, quickly explaining the situation to Boss Xiao and then he sat down and waited.
Somewhere during that time, both Boss Xiao, as well as the leader of the other guild, made their way into the room as well.
Boss Xiao seemed to be fighting with the other guild leader and Olivier was sure that half of that fight was about him.
[Leader, I am here. The mod said he will come to check us out soon.]
The sword master explained the situation to his leader.
The leader seemed unsure if this was a coincidence or not, but he decided to not question his guild members' words.
At times like these, one needed to back their allies, even if their ally was wrong.
[Mod: I am here. Issue?]
Olivier recognized the mod as soon as he appeared on the screen. He was the same mod who took Elder Entis's case yesterday.
Somehow, Olivier was sure that the mod would not be happy to be called because of Olivier so soon.
[So, I want you to check to see if someone is hacking the game or not. I will show you footage and you can decide if this looks like hacking or not to you.]
The sword master passed the footage of his fight with Olivier over to the mod.
The mod watched it all with a tense silence. But as soon as he was finished looking over the footage, he tiredly rubbed his eyebrows.
Olivier watched in tense silence as the mod did not take any action. He seemed to be frozen after watching the action on the screen.
Finally, when the mod did move, he asked a very simple question.
[Why is it you again?]