Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 491 - : Swaggering Team

As the Earth Team mulled over their next steps in the Ascendancy Games, a gap in their knowledge became apparent. "So, how many points do we actually need to move from Bronze 4 to Bronze 3?" Caleb pondered aloud, his teammates mirroring his cluelessness with shrugs and uncertain looks.

Their conversation caught the attention of a nearby alien, Rurag, whose green, muscular frame and six arms made him stand out in the crowded tavern. Overhearing their discussion, he decided to offer some insights. "To climb from Bronze 4 to Bronze 3, you’ll need 200 points," Rurag stated, his voice confident and clear. "On average, teams gain about 40 to 50 points per win, so you’re looking at around four to five games, assuming you win them all."

He continued, "For the top teams, it might take fewer matches because they often secure additional bonuses for outstanding performances. Average teams usually need more games to make the jump."

Rurag then introduced himself, "I’m Rurag, from Team Bayonet. We’re currently in the Gold rank. I’ve been watching your progress; you have potential. If you want to rank up faster, focus on accumulating win streaks. They give bonus points, which can significantly reduce the number of matches you need."

The Earth Team members exchanged impressed glances. Meeting a Gold-ranked player like Rurag was not an everyday occurrence, and his willingness to share advice was both unexpected and valuable.

Caleb, acknowledging Rurag’s expertise, expressed his gratitude, "Thanks for the info, Rurag. We’re relatively new to this, so every piece of advice helps. It’s not often we get tips from a Gold-ranked player."

Rurag, with a nod of acknowledgment, replied, "Just keep doing what you’re doing. Your performance in the games has been impressive. With the right strategies and teamwork, I can see you climbing the ranks quickly." Discover hidden stories at novelbuddy

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As Sarah and Leo headed to the counter to settle the meal with smart points, the peaceful ambiance of the tavern was abruptly disrupted. A team of imposing aliens swaggered in, their presence commanding attention and stirring unease among the patrons. Their leader, a towering figure with a menacing aura, bellowed, "Where’s the f****** Earth Team?!"

As they marched through the tavern, one of them loudly declared, "We were one of the teams crushed in the cosmic siege by these Earth novices. We can’t accept that! We’re here to show Adam and his crew that their victory was a fluke. They will pay for humiliating us!"

The other patrons looked fearfully at the newcomers, their reputation preceding them. Whispers circulated quickly, with worried glances cast toward Caleb and his team. An old man at the bar, recognizing the newcomers, shared grim insights with those nearby. "That’s the team known for their ruthless tactics in the Games. They’ve left a trail of defeated and humiliated opponents in their wake," he said, his voice low and grave. "The Earth Team, impressive as their recent rise might be, may be out of their depth against such seasoned and brutal competitors."

As the tension in the tavern escalated with the arrival of the seasoned veteran team, the atmosphere turned expectant, almost like an audience gathering for a spectacle. The patrons, now sensing an imminent clash, positioned themselves to get a clear view of what many anticipated to be a dramatic confrontation.

Whispers and murmurs filled the air, with many underestimating the Earth Team despite Caleb’s recent demonstrations of power. "No matter how strong that Adam guy is, there’s no way they can stand up to these veterans," commented an alien with reflective scales, echoing the sentiment of the crowd. "These veterans have seen more battles and have more tricks up their sleeves than this new Earth team could fathom."

A blue-skinned alien, with luminescent eyes, leaned in towards his companions and said with a note of conviction, "The Earth Team might have won in the cosmic siege, but that was a different kind of battle. They’ve never faced a direct confrontation like this. Reality is going to hit them hard today, and I doubt they’ll stand a chance."

Suddenly, one of the aliens from the seasoned team brazenly stepped forward, his finger pointing directly at Caleb and his team. The Earth Team members, in response, glared back, their expressions hardening with resolve and defiance.

The alien who pointed at them, reveling in the tension, began to gloat loudly, his voice carrying across the tavern. "Look at them, sitting there like they own the universe! Your little winning streak ends today. We’re going to show you what real power is. You got lucky in the cosmic siege, hiding behind your tactics and that freak Adam. But now, face-to-face, you’ll learn the true meaning of defeat."

The seasoned team then strutted their way through the crowd, stopping just in front of the Earth Team’s table. Their leader, exuding menace and confidence, leaned in, his eyes locked on Caleb and his teammates. "We’re not just going to beat you; we’re going to dismantle you piece by piece, make you beg for mercy. And when you think it can’t get worse, we’ll show you what real torture is. You’re in our world now, and here, we decide who lives and who dies."

The Earth Team, faced with this direct threat, responded with a mix of anger and contempt. "You think you can scare us with your big talk?" Leo retorted, his fists clenched. "We’ve faced tougher challenges than some has-beens looking to reclaim their glory."

Sarah, equally incensed, added, "Torture us? You won’t even get the chance. We took you down in the games, and we can do it again, right here, right now."

"Who gave you the illusion that you could beat us? Who planted this fantasy in your minds that you can defeat us?" Caleb’s questions hung in the air, his tone not mocking but genuinely curious. "You come here, swaggering with threats and tales of torture, thinking you can intimidate us. But let me ask you this: Have you not seen what we are capable of? Have you not realized yet that underestimating us is where your downfall begins?"

As Caleb spoke, the aliens in the tavern reacted with a mixture of surprise and skepticism. Whispers and murmurs spread quickly, with many unable to believe the audacity of this Earthling challenging the seasoned warriors so openly.

"Is this Earthling courting death?" one alien muttered to another, his voice a blend of amusement and disbelief.

"Such arrogance, such folly," another commented, shaking his head. "He doesn’t know his place. They think one victory makes them invincible."