The class consisted of a total of 40 students, setting the stage for a duel between 20 against 20.
As Ryan settled into the pod, his anger got the best of him, smashed the interface.
* BANG *
" How dare those puny commoners oppose the nobles? "
He was furious and had accepted Miss Scarlett's challenge to demonstrate the superiority of the noble faction and to remind those commoners who was the master and who was the servant!
==================================
A few minutes earlier....
Julien POV
[ Welcome to student No. 220102 ]
[Please select your S.A.M.S....]
==================================
[S-001: The Strike]
[Rank: Bronze]
[M.C : the Attacker]
.....
==================================
[S-002: The Jormungandr]
[Rank: Bronze]
[M.C : the Attacker ]
.....
==================================
[S-003: The Hephaestus]
[Rank: Bronze]
[M.C : the Shooter ]
.....
==================================
Seeing the proposed S.A.M.S, Rick clicked his tongue in annoyance and muttered, "Those low-quality S.A.M.S created by amateurs!"
With a visibly angered expression, he uttered, " I will show you the might of the noble ... HA HA HA HA !!!"
"Charge module: 1820, Password: Nobilitas." (Nobilitas = Noble)
A system message appeared on the interface:
[Please be patient, charging the module....]
[Please select your S.A.M.S....]
==================================
[S-001B: The Strike Ver B]
[Rank: Bronze]
[M.C : the Attacker , Shooter , Runner ]
[Armament: SMH-GUN, SWORD, MACHINE GUN .... ]
[Power: 10/10]
[Maneuverability: 10/10]
[Consumption: 2/10]
[Output: 10/10]
[Special features: Nightvision , Infrared vision ]
[Resume: .....]
==================================
Ryan's face twisted into a cunning grin as he selected the newly modified Strike, a fusion of the strike , the Hephaestus and the Jormungandr mechs.
He chuckled darkly, revealing a hint of arrogance, and casually mentioned that he had simply bribed the overseer responsible for the pods to gain access to these superior modules.
"That's what we call a machine befitting a noble, superior to those amateur S.A.M.S" he declared with an arrogant tone, his words dripping with pride and superiority.
[Match start in 3...2...1...START]
As the countdown hit zero, Ryan found himself within a dense jungle, accompanied by his teammates who materialized one by one. However, a striking similarity connected them all.
Each member was outfitted with the same S.A.M.S. model, the STRIKE Ver B.
The S.A.M.S. were fitted with three distinct cores, prominently displayed on their chest section. Each core was uniquely associated with a specific S.A.M.S. model.
The blue core, signifying the Striker, occupied the central position.
To the right, the green core represented the Jormungandr and was accompanied by the long lance attached to the back right side of the S.A.M.S.
On the left, the red core symbolized the Hephaestus and featured a minigun attachment on the left side.
In addition to the core setup, each S.A.M.S. was equipped with three Movement Chips: Attack, Shooter, and Runner.
Upon observing this configuration, Ryan couldn't suppress a malevolent grin.
"Ha ha, NOW ! we can talk !!!! The might of our faction !!!! . No need for elaborate strategies; we charge straight ahead!" he proclaimed with an air of arrogance, leading the team confidently into the unfamiliar jungle.
Seeing Rick charging straight ahead, the other 18 participants also charged ahead.
Except for one who stayed behind with a sly smile , quietly moved to the right side without anyone noticing.
As the 19 deployed S.A.M.S ventured deeper into the jungle, the undergrowth grew thicker, and the sounds of their S.A.M.S cutting through the dense foliage filled the air.
Ryan team moved like a ' well-coordinated ' force, maintaining a tight formation, with their blue, green, and red color S.A.M.S. shining brightly amidst the lush greenery.
[Alert! Enemy spotted 400 meters from your position.]
As the team received the warning, they didn't hesitate or contemplate the situation. On the contrary, they accelerated towards the target with increasing speed.
"Guys, we've just stumbled upon our first prey. Don't let them slip away. Let's display the might of the 'Noble' faction! How dare they challenge our authority?" Rick's words resonated in the ears of his teammates.
"You're spot on, Rick! These commoners need to be punished for their actions!" one of the team members affirmed with unwavering resolve.
"YES!" another voice echoed, the collective spirit of the 'Noble' faction growing stronger as they geared up to confront their adversaries.
==================================
A few minutes earlier ....
[ Welcome to student No. 220103 ]
[Please select your S.A.M.S....]
==================================
[S-001: The Strike]
....
==================================
[S-002: The Jormungandr]
.....
==================================
[S-003: The Hephaestus]
.....
==================================
"Mmmh..." I hesitated in front of my S.A.M.S. selection interface. The "Nobles," a faction created by the "Elite" to surpass us, the lower social classes.
I knew their way of operating was very particular, and they wouldn't hesitate to cheat. However, I had no other choice. The dice had been roll , and there was no turning back.
With a sigh, I chose the [Strike], the perfect S.A.M.S. for all types of combat and terrain for the beginners.
[S.A.M.S. Selected!]
[You will be teleported in 3...2...1...0]
The pod interface lit up with a dazzling lights, forcing me to shut my eyes tightly. After a few seconds, I found myself surrounded by my comrades, each appearing one by one.
One of my comrades approached me and said, "Leader, it looks like we're in the jungle biome. What should we do?"
I replied, "First, call me by my name. I'm not the leader of anyone here; we're all equals. As for what we do, let's stick together and advance cautiously. Keep an eye out for the enemy, and if you spot them, report their position immediately."
He nodded, "Understood, Julien."
I nodded in response, "That's better, but be more relaxed, don't be so tense." I then walked towards the center, gathering all my comrades to form a circle.
I began my speech with heartfelt determination, "Right now, we stand here united, ready to fight for our comrade who stands among us."
My finger pointed towards Tatsumi, emphasizing his importance. "He was on the brink of humiliation at the hands of the nobles, but we are here to protect him, and we must demonstrate that."
My voice carried the weight of our collective purpose. "And yes, we anticipate the nobles might resort to cheating..."
I conveyed this message, and the group's aura intensified. "But always remember... If we fall, we fall as one team! STAND UNITED!!! FOR THE COMMONERS!!!"
The air became electric with determination, and in a resounding chorus, everyone cried out, "FOR THE COMMONERS!"
I turned my attention to Estelle, one of our best support members in the class. "Estelle, you're one of our best support fighters. Take your group of 5 S.A.M.S and support our team from the rear," I instructed.
She responded confidently, "Ayo , i got this Captain."
i replied with a chuckle and say " Stop it , Estelle call me Julien. "
Then, I looked at Otto, my closest friend, and gave him a knowing look. "Otto, you know what to do... take Emi and Tatsumi with you..." I said with a hint of a smile.
Otto chuckled over the comms and replied with enthusiasm, "Absolutely, my friend. Let's show them what we're made of."
"As for the rest of you," I continued, "come with me. We'll form the main team."
They started sharing some light-hearted banter among themselves, lightening the mood before the intense battle.
I reminded them once again, "Remember, they can intercept our comms, so keep communication to a minimum and stick to your formations. And of course, even if we lose, we're in this together."
As the camaraderie and determination within our group grew stronger, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and solidarity among my fellow commoners.
With a final wish of good luck and unity, I exclaimed, " Good luck ! Guys !! "