Beast Taming: Infinite Simulation as a Tamed Beast

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: I Can Single-Handedly Take on Five!

Translator: 549690339

Out of options, the receptionist walks to a higher spot and loudly demands,

“Quiet down!”

“Who do you think you are!”

“Don’t interrupt, or we will shut you up too!”

“Look at how cocky you university students are, I wonder which university team was kicked around by our team last time!”

“The time before that, it was us who kicked you around!”

Instead of calming the crowd, the receptionist’s intervention only intensifies the commotion.

“Brother, just take me up there first, they will stop once they tire out,” Vincent Wolf says to the receptionist.

“Alright,” with the situation as it is, it seems the receptionist could only follow Vincent’s suggestion.

However, he barely takes a few steps before asking Vincent, “Which university are you from? Where are your teammates?”

“I’m from Los Angeles No.l High School. I’m competing alone, what teammates are you talking about?” Vincent replies cluelessly.

“A high school student…” The receptionist initially thinks Vincent is joking, but realizing Vincent genuinely doesn’t know, he feels obliged to explain the reason why there are only college students in this Mysterious Realm and also the competition rules.

“A university team comprises five members. The Mysterious Realm can hold up to ten players, meaning two university teams can enter the Mysterious Realm.”

“The competition is a team event, there are no individual matches, this means you alone will face five opponents.”

“Perhaps we should go home instead? Playing games and watching shows at home is so much better than being humiliated in public.”

Upon hearing this, Vincent finally understands why there are only college students and no high school students here.

Even if a high school student is tremendously talented and quickly reaches a level close to a professional beast tamer, he can’t manage to find four other similarly talented teammates from his school.

“No need, I don’t mind a one against five.”

The receptionist gets it, so that’s why he’s participating in this competition.

Turns out he’s not thinking straight!

The receptionist looks at Vincent sympathetically, his tone softening.

“Let me get you to the stage separately first. With fewer people to escort, you’d be less likely to get lost.”

“I’m not a child, how would I get lost?”

“Right, right,” the receptionist’s gaze is full of care.

Vincent follows him onto the actual combat arena, surrounded by a vast crowd. Above the spectators are giant screens, making it easy for everyone to watch the competition.

Looking up, Vincent sees dozens of floating mechanical electronic eyes pointing at him, making him feel slightly unnerved.

The spectators all simultaneously gasp in surprise.

Because everyone sees only Vincent on the giant screens, featuring extraordinary close-ups from all angles.

“Isn’t the team entrance supposed to start? Why is there just one guy?”

“Wait, is there seriously just one participant this time? This is pointless! Is he gonna compete against himself?”

“Wow, he’s so handsome! Is he a celebrity?”

“We came here to watch a competition, not a beauty pageant! But checking out a handsome guy before the competition isn’t too bad.”

At that moment, a female spectator is astonished by what she sees on the screen. She hurriedly sends a message through her communication software.

[Come quick! Vincent is on stage for the first time, you’ll miss it!]

Suddenly, the number of messages in the group chat surges to 999+.

Feeling the attention from the spectators, Vincent raises a hand and waves, then says, “Hello everyone, the other teams are still coming. I am here to warm up the stage first. Seeing everyone’s enthusiasm, I don’t want to disappoint. In a while, I’ll perform a 1 v 5 just for you!”

Upon hearing this, the discussions among the audience intensify, some even take pictures of the big screen and post them to their social media and group chats.

In the VIP seat outside the arena, Aiden Winter watches a laughing Vincent on the screen, initially dumbfounded, then bursts into roaring laughter.

“Heston, what do you think of the kid?” After laughing, Aiden Winter asks a middle-aged man with a square face sitting next to him.

“Without skills, it’s overconfidence. With skills, it’s youthful audacity,” replies Heston, a fellow Grandmaster Beast Master.

“This kid is my grandson. How is he, does he remind you of me when I was his age?”

“He seems much more handsome than you were.”

. I’ll admit to that.”

Could you have done that when you were his age?”

“Even given a few extra months, I wouldn’t be able to do it,” Aiden Winter says firmly.

“Then let’s watch on,” Heston stares at the stage expressionlessly.

The judge of this competition is an Advanced master level beast trainer. His pet beast is already at the competition field on standby, ready to intervene and save participants whenever needed.

In this type of competition, Beast Masters and their beasts appear on the stage together. As soon as a Beast Master’s life is threatened or the Master loses consciousness, they are disqualified, and the same goes for their beasts.

Thus, many prefer to ignore their opponent’s beast and target the Beast Master directly during competitions.

If a judge does not pay close attention and send the beasts to the stage early, there might be casualties.

“Where are they! Where are they!”

The judge pulls the receptionist aside and asks.

“Why is there only one person onstage? What am I doing as a judge then!”

The receptionist sweats, nervously responding, “Master Sullivan, they’re all arguing backstage. They’re not listening to me at all!”

“Arguing?” Judge Shelton doubts his ears. “If they start fighting, they’ll all be disqualified. Then this boy will become the champion.”

Just as the receptionist is about to deny that things are that serious, he sees a group of rowdy people storming the competition venue, hurling insults.

The electronic eyes floating in the air broadcast this scene to the entire audience.

The crowd exchanges looks. The peaceful and poised Vincent shines in contrast to the rude and obnoxious group, instantly becoming much more visually pleasing.

“He’s so handsome and well-mannered, I’m a fan.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Noticing that things are looking odd in the arena, Master Sullivan quickly announces through his booming voice.

“Next, competitors, please proceed to the battlefield. The System will randomly assign opponents for the first round. Once completed, the competition will officially begin.”

Hearing that the competition is about to start, the quarreling school team coaches finally calm down. After locking eyes and giving their teams instructions, they leave reluctantly.

While the system is randomly assigning opponents, a female college student sees Vincent standing alone and curiously asks. “Hey, why are you standing here all by yourself? Where are your teammates?” Vincent’s sunglasses slide down a bit, he adjusts them.

“I don’t have any teammates, today I’m going to take on five by myself!”