Chapter 32 – Your Uncle

Perhaps due to the dual blows of shame and devastation, Love Fiercely remained silent for a while after that.

Your Uncle also didn’t speak because he had already rushed to the mountaintop and was nervously scouting the enemy forces.

“A Blesscaller versus a Berserker is a bit tough,” Jiang Yang suddenly mused in YY.

No one responded because everyone knew it was the truth.

Blesscallers, commonly known as “second-rate healers,” might have slightly higher attack power than pure healers, but compared to true DPS classes, they fell far short. Berserkers, though classified as tanks, straddled the line between off-tanks and DPS, so their attack power wasn’t bad, and their defense was naturally solid—they were practically second-tier meat shields. By any measure, the Blesscaller’s only advantage was healing. Being able to heal themselves could drag out the fight, potentially kiting the Berserker to death. But kiting, especially against players, was an extreme test of skill. Players weren’t system-controlled mobs—they had brains. Did they think this was some auto-play card game?

[System] Commentator: Love Fiercely is closing in on the mountaintop! How will Crossplayer respond?

[System] Commentator: Wait—Crossplayer seems to have spotted his opponent!

The mountaintop where Your Uncle stood was barely the size of a palm. Earlier, he had been looking left and right, but now he suddenly froze, clearly having noticed his opponent and was now frantically strategizing.

Unlike the sprawling mountain range in the distance, this was a solitary peak with no exits other than the path Love Fiercely was charging up. Your Uncle couldn’t just run down the same path—that would turn this into a math problem: “If A and B are X meters apart and move toward each other at Y meters per hour, when will they meet?”

So, should he wait at the top like a hunter waiting for a rabbit?

Fine, the rabbit would come, but the space was so small that any fight would have to be melee—and in melee, the Blesscaller was as good as dead.

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Your Uncle’s mind. By the end, he realized he was already mentally exhausted before his opponent had even made a move.

[Spectator] Flirty Babe: Why isn’t Crossplayer moving? Planning to fight head-on?

[Spectator] Heaven’s Popcorn: No way, that’d be suicide.

[Spectator] City of Golden Armor: But he doesn’t have any other options.

[Spectator] Young Marshal of the Northeast: Looks like Ghost Server’s gonna lose this one.

[Spectator] Young Madam of the Northeast: I feel like Ghost Server still has a trick up their sleeve. Tell me I’m not the only one >_<

[Spectator] Fighting Monsters and Falling in Love: +1. This is a team that defies all human logic…

The higher Love Fiercely climbed, the harder the path became. Though he seemed close to the summit, he had only just reached the platform where Your Uncle had respawned earlier. Meanwhile, Your Uncle seemed to have made a decision—he started making his Blesscaller jump repeatedly in place, as if warming up for something.

[System] Commentator: What does Crossplayer’s action signify?

[System] Commentator: There’s no path around. Could he be trying to jump to the opposite mountain purely through skill?

[System] Commentator: Theoretically, it’s not impossible—but it would require incredibly precise execution!

The spectators held their breaths. Whether in the audience or on the player stands, everyone unconsciously tensed up, anticipating the spectacle about to unfold. It felt like another moment where miracles were about to happen…

[System] Commentator: HE JUMPS!!!!!

The Blesscaller retreated to the edge before suddenly sprinting forward. The tiny mountaintop left no room for a running start—almost as soon as he accelerated, he leaped, gliding toward the slightly lower peak opposite him.

The entire arena seemed to freeze, even the chat logs going silent.

Closer… just a little more…

[System] Commentator: Crossplayer’s Blesscaller has reached his destination!

[System] Commentator: Though the height difference cost him half his HP, the price was negligible compared to his escape!

[System] Commentator: Wait… did Crossplayer faceplant on landing?

Actually, the commentator wasn’t entirely accurate. To be precise, Your Uncle’s face had smacked into the mountaintop, and then, thanks to the remaining momentum, he slid all the way from the peak to the edge—before finally plummeting down the mountainside.

Since he slid rather than fell outright, by the time the dust settled, Your Uncle was still barely alive.

Love Fiercely finally reached the summit but found no trace of his opponent in the vast white expanse. Of course, he had no idea the other man had just narrowly escaped death.

But the audience saw it all—someone was now hiding behind a boulder at the foot of the mountain, spamming Blessing of Healing on himself over and over.

Holy shit, they had never seen a player nearly kill themselves without the opponent even lifting a finger in a PvP tournament before!!

Love Fiercely finally spotted his opponent and nearly spat blood.

Fuck, why was he so far away?!

What could he do? Keep running, of course.

So Love Fiercely wasted no time and began sprinting back down the mountain.

Several minutes later—

[Spectator] Born in 1994: Are we watching an Olympic marathon or something?

[Spectator] All the Rage: In the Olympics, everyone runs side by side. This is more like a company team-building game—”Catch me if you can, hubby=_=”

[Spectator] Heaven’s Popcorn: The Blesscaller’s HP is full again…

[Spectator] Flirty Babe: How long do you think it’ll take the Berserker to catch up?

[Spectator] Young Marshal of the Northeast: Doesn’t matter. As long as he tears that bastard to shreds when he does.

At this point, Your Uncle had successfully drawn the full aggro of the entire audience.

Not that you could blame them. Love Fiercely had finally caught sight of him and was closing in, slashing at every opportunity. Meanwhile, Crossplayer? Sure, kiting was a strategy, but this bastard wasn’t even attacking—just healing himself whenever he got hit and then widening the distance again. It was practically a track meet.

The problem wasn’t that Your Uncle didn’t want to fight back—he just couldn’t keep up with the speed required. Managing to heal himself while fleeing was already a miracle; where would he find the time to counterattack? He was full of grievances. But he also knew running forever wasn’t an option—half his MP was already gone. If this stalemate continued, a ranged class like him might actually get kited to death by a melee fighter.

And the worst part? In his panic, he’d somehow run back to the same solitary peak!

[System] Commentator: Not sure if Crossplayer realizes he’s returning to his respawn point.

[System] Commentator: Does he plan to glide again?

[System] Commentator: The Berserker will probably follow, leading to another chase?

[System] Commentator: I should ask the organizers if this PvP tournament has a time limit…

It was clear the prolonged battle had sapped the commentator’s enthusiasm: the exclamation marks were gone.

In YY, the Ghost Server comrades also had thoughts.

Polly: “2B, endurance battles are your weakness. You could learn a thing or two from Your Uncle here.”

2B Fighter Jet: “Polly, you can’t hold mortals to divine standards…”

Fang Zheng sipped his cheap supermarket chrysanthemum tea before chiming in: “Next time there’s a tournament like this, they should let players use voice chat. It’d speed things up.”

Sister Blood Bull: “No need for full voice. Just give him two seconds to ask his opponent, ‘Why aren’t you dead yet?’ That’d be enough.”

Jiang Yang and 438 simultaneously imagined the tragic scene and fell silent.

Just as the audience’s attention had drifted to Siberia, Your Uncle finally reached the summit. Surprisingly, he didn’t glide away but stood his ground, waiting for Love Fiercely to arrive.

[Arena] Love Fiercely: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP RUNNING?!

The crowd could practically feel the Berserker’s trembling fingers through the text.

[Arena] Crossplayer’s Blessing: This can’t go on. Let’s settle this properly.

As soon as he finished typing, the Blesscaller began casting.

Love Fiercely had been waiting for this—he immediately swung his blade!

[System] Commentator: What’s happening? Has Crossplayer finally tired of running and decided to fight head-on???

Casting took time, but a Blood Warrior’s attacks didn’t. By the time the Blesscaller finished his skill, he’d already been slashed twice. Fortunately, his Ironclad buff mitigated some damage, so the strikes didn’t take much HP. Meanwhile, the Blesscaller’s skill effect engulfed Love Fiercely.

Love Fiercely didn’t fear the Blesscaller’s pitiful damage output, so he didn’t even bother dodging, taking the hit head-on.

Yet when the light faded, his HP hadn’t dropped at all—instead, his character began wildly attacking the Blesscaller without any input from him!

The crowd erupted in shock.

[System] Commentator: Crossplayer didn’t use an attack skill—he used Mindless Frenzy!

Mindless Frenzy, a Blesscaller-exclusive skill, could be cast on any target except bosses—whether allies, enemies, or mobs. It had no direct damage but inflicted Frenzy status, boosting physical and magic attack by 30% while making the target attack indiscriminately, friend or foe.

[System] Commentator: Why would Crossplayer use Mindless Frenzy on Love Fiercely? Love Fiercely has no allies—even frenzied, he’d still attack Crossplayer. Worse, it boosts his attack power!

[System] Commentator: Did Crossplayer panic and hit the wrong skill? Or is this some master plan?

[System] Commentator: How will Crossplayer respond next?

[System] Commentator: HE JUMPED—HE ACTUALLY FREAKING GLIDED AGAIN!!!!

No one could blame Brother Feifan for swearing—this scene was all too familiar. The crowd could practically foresee another cycle of the same madness…

Wait, no!

Crossplayer had glided, and Love Fiercely had jumped after him. But Crossplayer was player-controlled, while the frenzied Berserker was now under system AI. So while the former soared gracefully, the latter… plummeted straight down—

Love Fiercely landed headfirst and died instantly.

Crossplayer was still flying.

Still flying.

Still flying.

And then—yep, another perfect faceplant, another slide down the mountainside, another… barely alive Crossplayer.

[Contestant] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: What the actual fuck…

[Contestant] Harry Porret: IS THIS EVEN ALLOWED??????

The entire audience’s worldview had shattered in this PvP tournament that had absolutely no actual PvP.

Newcomer Born in 1994 spoke for all spectators who had endured three rounds of Ghost Server vs. The Gods:

[Spectator] Born in 1994: So tired… I don’t think I can love anymore.