A large crowd had gathered, their eyes filled with curiosity and shock.
"Huh?"
They stood silently, their attention fixed on a giant screen displaying the UFA game at the entrance of the cafe.
"What is going on?"
One person asked in the midst of the crowd.
The atmosphere buzzed with energy as the spectators tried to make sense of a puzzling turn of events.
Whispers of confusion and surprise spread through the crowd like a gentle breeze, as they struggled to understand what had just happened.
How had a simple low kick from Maxim, managed to bring down the powerful looking Yuntengkak, leaving him writhing in pain?
Even Polina, who was knowledgeable about martial arts, found herself among the bewildered onlookers, unable to believe her own eyes.
"Is this for real?"
Polina, usually observant and knowledgeable, was stunned and confused, trying to make sense of what was happening before her eyes.
She had dedicated her life to understanding the intricacies of combat, yet the speed and impact of the recent events had eluded her.
It was as if a barrier had come between her and the understanding she sought, leaving her wanting answers.
"What happened?"
Polina asked, her voice filled with shock and frustration.
Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, desperately trying to make sense of the inexplicable phenomenon.
Her question hung in the air, a plea for clarity and understanding. But before she could delve deeper into her confusion, Maxim, seemingly oblivious and unaffected by the chaos he had caused, cleaned his ear with a bored expression, making the whole crowd outside more puzzled.
Once again, a new challenger appears, and Maxim witnesses the familiar scene unfolding before his eyes.
The challenger exuded confidence as they bravely stepped forward to confront Maxim, who was known for being formidable.
However, little did the challenger know that Maxim was a force to be reckoned with.
In a display of lightning-fast speed and precision, Maxim swiftly incapacitated his opponent, sending them crashing to the unforgiving floor.
Bang!
"ARRRGHHH!!!"
One kick again!
One kick!
This pattern repeated itself with each new challenger, leaving the spectators in awe and the defeated warriors nursing their physical and emotional wounds.
Meanwhile, inside a bustling café, Maxim found solace amidst the chaos and speculation happening outside.
"Aarrrhhh…
"So relaxing…
"But not as relaxing drinking Vodka."
Amidst the noise of clattering dishes and lively conversations, Maxim took a moment to reflect.
He looked at his meticulously kept record with a humm.
"Hmm…"
A slight smile formed on his lips.
"I've already won twenty-nine times," Maxim whispered to himself, barely audible over the cacophony.
The thought of reaching thirty wins filled him with excitement.
However, amidst this anticipation, doubt crept into his mind.
Did he have an audience to witness his triumphs?
The world of fan betting offered lucrative rewards to undefeated warriors, but Maxim wondered if he had any devoted fans that his name had captured.
Soon, another fight began.
As Maxim faced his thirtieth opponent, a highly skilled Taekwondo master known for their precision, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed Maxim's mind.
Determination surged through him, mingled with a hint of guilt.
In the depths of his thoughts, he silently whispered, "Forgive me for now, Comrade," his words filled with urgency that mirrored the pounding of his heart.
"I need the money now, more than ever."
Outside the café, there was an exciting atmosphere filled with anticipation.
People in the crowd were leaning forward in their seats, eagerly watching the unfolding event.
Everyone was focused on Maxim and his opponent, both strong fighters ready for battle.
The excitement was palpable, as Maxim had an unbeaten winning streak that had captured the interest of the spectators.
Then, with a nod of acknowledgment between the fighters, the moment arrived. The clash was about to happen, a collision of skill and determination.
Maxim prepared himself, getting ready to use his impressive techniques. The crowd held their breath, amazed by what they were about to witness.
Maxim's leg swiftly moved forward, delivering a powerful kick to his opponent.
The force of the blow was devastating, and the opponent fell to the ground in pain.
A scream of agony filled the air as the defeated fighter writhed in pain.
"Aaarrggghhh!!!"
The Domain of Miracles system, always vigilant, wasted no time in announcing the outcome to the arena.
Ding!
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The player known as Comrade 'No Hands' Maxim has shown exceptional skill, with a record of 30 wins and 0 losses.
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Now, viewers, you can place your bets on player Comrade 'No Hands' Maxim, and he can receive a share of the winnings from his fans.
—-
However, amidst the celebration, a warning suddenly flashed on the screen, demanding attention.
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Warning:
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From now on, the opponents that player Comrade 'No Hands' Maxim will face will either have no losses like him or, at most, two losses.
—-
Maxim smiled, satisfied with this revelation. Ambition and determination filled his eyes as he thought to himself.
"Now is the time for me to amass my wealth."
Unbeknownst to Maxim, chaos erupted outside the café in the aftermath of his victory.
The crowd became excited when they saw the odds of Maxim's victory displayed on a large screen.
"Let me place my bet!"
Some people hurriedly grabbed their smartphones, eager to place their bets; while some people who don't play the MMORPG couldn't care less.
—-
Connected…
—-
Their devices were connected to their bank accounts, and they quickly entered the amount they wanted to wager.
—-
Savings: 18,383 BUB.
—-
The screen guided them through the process, converting their money into Domain coins, a currency that was easily affordable.
—-
Convert to Domain Coins?
—-
In this alternate reality, where one Bursian equaled one Domain coin, the opportunity to gamble seemed too good to pass up, as the coins could easily be converted back into real wealth through a simple transaction.
And so, the crowd found themselves completely immersed in the excitement of the moment.
"HURRAAAAAHHHHH!!"
They all screamed.
The energy surrounding them made everything more intense — the flashing lights, the voices rising and falling, the anticipation mixing with the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby café, and the cool touch of the air on their skin.
It was like being wrapped in a sensory blanket of thrill.
Amidst this exhilarating atmosphere, people engaged in conversations and shared bits of dialogue.
Friends gathered together, talking animatedly as they debated the merits of their chosen bets.
Strangers struck up conversations, united by their shared enthusiasm and the thrill of what was to come.
Whispers of anticipation and speculation floated through the air, filled with hope, nervousness, and a hint of desperation.
As the crowd remained captivated by the screen, unaware of the chaos unfolding, Maxim, the unsuspecting cause of it all, remained blissfully ignorant.
"Alright, send me the next one!"
He was completely focused on the path ahead, consumed by the idea of gaining immense wealth. Little did he know that his actions would have a profound impact on the world outside the arena.
"AHAHAHAHA Bastard, so arrogant!"
The crowd laughed at the cockiness of Maxim, tolerating his boastfulness while respecting his ability and confidence.
"Make sure you win, we put all the life savings on you!"
However, it's also because of that, that right now, it's like the crowd have found another reason to come together and unite.
Yet the best reason was the best they put on Maxim, they were confident he would win.
"Give us the money back!"
"Win this fight, Comrade Maxim! Win!"
In the midst of the chaotic atmosphere, Svetlana found herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
Her heart raced, and her mind struggled to grasp the astonishing reality unfolding before her eyes.
It was an overwhelming experience, to say the least.
She looked around the crowd, and one of her friends, filled with curiosity, asked the question that had been on everyone's mind:
"Is that really the Maxim we know?"
The question hung in the air, waiting for an answer that seemed mysterious and hard to find.
Suddenly, Svetlana's attention was captured by an incredibly attractive person standing in front of her.
Her heart skipped a beat, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.
It was Polina, emitting an aura of grace and beauty that was absolutely captivating.
Polina's Slovakian features added a touch of exotic charm, making her even more alluring.
Their eyes locked, and Svetlana was overcome with astonishment.
She was momentarily stunned, and the world around her faded away as she got lost in Polina's captivating gaze.
It felt like everything else disappeared, and there were only the two of them at that moment.
Polina, aware of the effect she had on Svetlana, smiled politely and greeted her warmly.
Her voice was smooth and melodious, sending a gentle shiver down Svetlana's spine.
"Hello," she said, her words carrying a certain enchantment that stirred a mix of emotions within Svetlana.
It was a simple word, yet it had the power to evoke a rush of feelings that left Svetlana momentarily speechless, struggling to find her voice in response to this unexpected encounter.
After a long time, collecting her racing thoughts and emotions, Svetlana gathered all her strength to form a coherent response.
"I-"
Her voice trembled as she mustered the courage to speak, her words barely escaping her trembling lips.
"Hello-"
With great effort, she managed to stammer out a reply, her voice trembling with a combination of excitement and nervousness.
"Hel... Hellooo..."
She stuttered finally, her mind grappling to find the right words to express herself in the presence of such captivating allure.
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as she fought to steady herself.
Polina leaned forward, her eyes filled with curiosity and intrigue.
With a sense of urgency and neediness, Polina spoke, her voice filled with determination that sent ripples through the room.
"Miss, I won't waste time. Can you tell me about your friend Maxim?"
Surprised and intrigued by the directness of the question, Svetlana felt her heart skip a beat as she searched for the right words.
The enormity of the moment weighed heavily on her shoulders, as if the entire universe held its breath, waiting for her response.
It was a path she had never considered before, as if the cosmos had aligned to reveal something new.
In the midst of the profound silence, Svetlana's eyes met Polina's, forming a connection between their souls.
Unspoken words passed between them, silently affirming their mutual acquaintance.
Svetlana hesitantly nodded, a subtle yet powerful gesture that showed her consent.
"Yes-"