Magic Farm 119

Chapter 119: Speed Carnival, Round Two: Chasing the Waves of the Deep Sea

【Damn, damn, damn—this is the glory of the arcane! Mage supremacy!】

【Fried bread, fried bread! How are we supposed to play when someone’s hacking with meteors?】

【This guy is such a show-off, isn’t he? That deadpan face, casually tossing out a big spell, never even looking back at the explosion—he makes our Second God look like a rookie.】

【Second God, come look! Negative comments!】

【Honestly, Second God seems awfully happy calling him ‘brother’—maybe the guy really likes hearing it.】

……

Compared to District 88, which was completely dazzled by the display, District 01’s regional channel was caught in a strange, feverish mood:

【So, everyone, what do you think—if you used that move to hunt swifts, how efficient would it be?】

【Probably after one meteor shower, there’d be a rain of swifts falling from the sky.】

【I have a terrifying suspicion…】

【Honestly, me too…】

【Wait, this isn’t right. Wasn’t he supposed to be a farmer?】

【I don’t believe it! Survival game wouldn’t lie to me—this must be some unknown top player hiding his strength.】

【Hiding it so well he didn’t even want event points or a Tier 3 shelter blueprint? Don’t make me laugh, you game pros.】

【But I still can’t quite believe it. In my mind, the game pro has always been this silent, steady, reliable big-dad type—how could he suddenly…?】

【?? Did I miss something? Who’s the game pro? What are you all talking about?】

【Go to stream 71999.】

Players weren’t all like My Fate Is Not Mine—they had brains.

If Qi Yu had just used a move like Dan Xingyu’s—spectacular but clearly a single-target ultimate—they might not have suspected so quickly.

But Qi Yu used a mass attack spell.

Immediately, everyone thought of the just-finished Swift Points event, and… the leaderboard pro’s absurdly skyrocketing score a few days ago.

Back then, the region had debated it for ages: such an insane point increase could only happen if the game pro was using homemade explosives in the swifts’ nest nonstop, and the swifts just sat there and let him do it. Otherwise, it was impossible.

How could a farmer have any kind of AoE ability to farm mutant creatures in bulk?

But now, they had a new theory: what if this farmer was also a mage? What if he had some seriously cool, powerful AoE magic?

【Just speculation, no solid evidence yet. But if we look at it this way, the absurd strength of the teams in this arena actually makes sense.】

【And haven’t you noticed? The cloaked guy’s cool, quiet, magic-slinging style is really familiar…】

Though no one dared confirm the “Game of the Gods” team’s identity, the rumor that “stream 71999 might be the game pro” spread, and at least half of District 01’s players were drawn to the stream.

Those who weren’t in the event, or had already been eliminated and sent back to the shelter, were stunned by the strength on display.

If the audience outside was watching a dazzling magic show, then the players in the arena…

Damn!

Right now, their feelings matched some of the stream viewers: Referee! Commentator! I want to report a cheater! How are we supposed to play against this?!

Countless meteors rained down in flames. They either scrambled to dodge in their cars or used defensive items to tank the hits.

But after that, there was a second wave—the fireballs hit the ground and blazed in lines of fire.

The teams had to detour.

Bumper cars weren’t easy to control to begin with, and with obstacles popping up on the track, the whole scene was utter chaos.

“This isn’t fair!” someone shouted. “Ranged classes have way too much of an advantage in this mode. If you’ve got the guts, let’s duel one-on-one!”

“Yeah, let’s have a proper tournament. If I lose, I’ll admit it fair and square.”

But others argued back: “Come on, it’s just a fun event. We’re here to have a good time—no need to get so worked up.”

“Exactly. If you can’t attack at range, use some items.”

They were all old foxes—no one was really fooled.

So far, all the big moves had been innate skills or class abilities: the Dark Duo’s necromancer, the Deep Sea Abyss team’s psychic control, Qi Yu’s fire magic, and Dan Xingyu’s sword.

In short, all sustainable abilities.

Aside from putting a shield on their own little bumper cars, most players hadn’t revealed their trump cards.

Everyone thought the same: if you can get a top rank, great. If not, just show off enough to prove you’re worthy of being number one in your region—no need to embarrass yourself.

As for burning rare consumables just to fight for first in a fun event? That wasn’t guts—that was stupidity.

A crowd of people driving bumper cars through fire pits and black mist somehow found a bit of fun in it, comforting themselves: if it was just me getting beaten like this, it’d be humiliating.

But now, it was all of us getting beaten by one person.

Somehow… that didn’t feel so bad?

After all, the “cheater” was likely “I Love Survival Game,” the legendary simp god and supermodel who was always popping up in server-wide announcements. Just a few days ago, he’d given District 01 a server-wide green resource point.

Losing to him—no shame in that.

“Oh—our Game of the Gods team truly lives up to their name! A single fire-type AoE spell has successfully stalled every team behind them! Meanwhile, their car, boosted by wind magic, is moving at a speed it was never meant to reach! This round, the Game of the Gods team has built a massive lead!” the host shouted.

Dan Xingyu focused on driving, Qi Yu on watching the rear.

As he’d said, if the gap wasn’t big enough, he didn’t feel safe.

So whenever the teams behind got too close, Qi Yu would drop another meteor shower.

The teams behind: “……”

They were absolutely done with this guy!

So what if you’re a mage?

Didn’t it cost mana to cast such huge AoE spells over and over?!

They felt like they weren’t even playing the same game as the Game of the Gods team.

Funny enough, the viewers thought so too.

【LMAO, the teams behind are actually playing a racing game. But Second God and his bro? They’re playing whack-a-mole—any car that pops up gets blasted.】

【I can’t believe Second God’s getting carried. I thought with his personality, he’d hate being upstaged.】

【Come on, Second God’s thrilled to have married into a rich family.】

【Huh?? Tui God, you’re here?】

Someone noticed that the last comment was from “I Take a Step Back,” a well-known top player in District 88 and a friend of Second God.

【I Take a Step Back: Don’t even mention it. Someone played dirty and elbowed me back to the shelter.】

【Tui God! Tell us, what’s this about Second God marrying into a rich family?】

【I Take a Step Back: I was just teasing him, and you all caught it—your eyes are sharp!】

He played it off in the chat, but kept watching the stream.

After getting kicked back to the shelter, he’d quickly caught up on the regional chat and found his way to Shen Ben Wu Xiang’s stream.

Watching the way those two interacted, seeing Second God’s unguarded smile, and hearing him call “brother” over and over—

What else was there to figure out?

All those delicious fruits, gourmet food, swift meat, alchemical air conditioners…

Second God had definitely gotten close with the number one in survival game—I Love Survival Game—quietly, secretly, and now they were together!

This was the man who could give an entire region a green resource point! A man among men!

If that’s not marrying into a rich family, what is?

And Second God never even thought to introduce his brothers to the good life.

Although… well, the “godfather” did look a little young, but he could work with that!

“Let’s congratulate the Game of the Gods team! With a time of 1 hour and 30 minutes, you’ve cleared the Wild Racing course! By the way, you’re also the first team in this arena to reach the finish line. Let’s give them another round of applause!”

A giant screen appeared in midair.

On it, the Wild Racing rankings were displayed.

First place: “Game of the Gods” team, with 10 points.

“Players who’ve finished, please proceed to the rest area. Don’t give up if you’re behind—you can still fight for second or third place, or the three-hour clear achievement!”

“Any team that doesn’t reach the finish in three hours will be eliminated.”

【Watching the Game of the Gods team and other streams, it’s like they’re not even in the same competition.】

【Right? I’ve checked out a bunch of streams—some are just driving bumper cars, and a single obstacle holds them up for ages.】

【…I used to think the players at the bottom of the rankings were lucky, that they’d get a shot at the prize fighting other noobs. Now it looks like, for the real bottom, just finishing in three hours is a challenge.】

Qi Yu and Dan Xingyu headed to the rest area.

They’d thought the rest area would be shared, but when other teams arrived, they all went to different places.

Dan Xingyu muttered, “I thought we could trade some intel. Survival game is so stingy.”

Qi Yu: “……”

He hesitated, then decided to stop him: “Don’t say that.”

Dan Xingyu looked at him in confusion, then realized a second later—Qi Yu was telling him not to badmouth survival game.

Because, as he’d said before, survival game was his good friend.

Dan Xingyu marveled inwardly once again: Are all little aliens like this? He’s so earnest it’s adorable!

The two sat quietly in the rest area, clearly in for a full three-hour wait.

With nothing to do, Qi Yu planned to close his eyes and cultivate.

He’d just shut his eyes when Dan Xingyu whispered, “What are you doing?”

Qi Yu: “Nothing to do, so I’ll cultivate for a bit.”

【Damn!】

【Is this what it’s like to be a pro? Using even this little bit of time to cultivate.】

【So what does it mean if I’m just eating sunflower seeds and watching someone livestream their cultivation?】

【It means we’re watching a stream.】

……

Time passed in a flash.

Host Hakimi’s voice rang out again:

“Congratulations on completing the first round, ‘Wild Racing!’ Now, get ready for the second round of the Speed Carnival—Chasing the Waves of the Deep Sea!”

“Viewers, don’t forget to use your little hands and send Little Stars to your favorite streamers!”

“Chasing the Waves of the Deep Sea? Is it a sea race?”

Qi Yu’s mind stirred. “Three rounds—could it be the environments are land, sea, and sky?”

The one thing survival game never did was keep you guessing.

As soon as the host finished, the scene changed for all players.

A boundless blue ocean stretched before them.

Teams were still paired, each standing on the back of a pale blue sea beast.

“For this round, Chasing the Waves of the Deep Sea, the battlefield shifts to the ocean. Unlike Wild Racing, players can fight for control of other teams’ sea beasts. All methods are still allowed. If a player suffers a fatal attack, the wristband’s protection will activate, which means elimination.”

“This round lasts three hours. Rankings are based on the order teams reach the finish.”

【Wow, a sea race. I regret not signing up even more. I don’t care about ranking—I’d just like to experience it.】

【I’m a little worried. The cloaked guy’s fire and earth magic will probably be heavily restricted here, right?】