Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest

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The moment Arthur woke up, he gasped for air for a moment, before realizing he was surrounded by these annoying fan club of girls he only liked because they were cute girls. He had gone through so much he only wanted to rest now and process his lost while falling into a deep depression.

Yet Planta didn't let him have a rest, she forgave him and allowed him to instantly revive, appearing in the middle of the arena, looking afraid and completely shocked.

"W-What…?! What happened…" he muttered. "Didn't she- Ah! My sword's gone… My armor, my items! Wait, half my gold is gone too?! N-No!

This is unfair- Hyeeeh!"

As he was about to start complaining, the moment Planta set his eyes on him and he greeted her eyes with his own, he screamed, freezing in fear.

"What's wrong, Arthur?" she asked with a gentle, motherly smile. "Are you okay? I might have gone a bit too hard on you… I decided to let you revive right away as a way to… apologize to you for treating you so badly! You should have told me beforehand you were so frail and delicate. I would have held back my strength."

"W-What?!" Arthur screamed, almost vomiting blood out of disbelief and utter frustration. "Y-You…!"

Arthur noticed the people around the arena were all hearing and listening to this, the King, the Queen, the Prince, and all other participants of the competition.

Even his fan club.

"After all, you were so weak and frail, like a little princess! I should have held back after all; can you ever forgive me?" Planta said with a motherly smile, extending her hand to help him stand up. "You need some rest too, I bet you're mentally exhausted, it must have been really hard for you…"

"S-Shut up! That's enough!" he screamed. "Enough! Give me back my items, Planta! T-This is not fair! I didn't agree to dropping all those items!

I thought it would be a fair fight without that!"

"Anybody that fights me and dies will by default drop items, give me EXP, and some of their gold," Planta explained. "It is part of being a World Boss, you can attack me at all times, yes… But if I manage to kill you, do you think I go unrewarded? This is a true even field after all. I am not a World Boss for the benefit of players alone. Do you get it?

Maybe you need a second, more simple explanation?"

"That's… so unfair…! Stop messing with me!" Arthur screamed. "G-Give me back my sword! It took me so long to get it! Why did you steal it from me?! You thief!"

As he started calling Planta a thief, suddenly Arthur was hit by a rotten tomato in the face.

SPLAT!

"Ugh?! What?!"

He glared hatefully at the people around the arena, booing at him and telling him to get off the stage.

"Get out of the stage, clown!"

"You're lucky you're a player, otherwise you would have lost your life!"

"Planta's not a thief! You would have happily taken whatever she dropped, wouldn't you?"

"Fuck off already, pretty boy! Nobody cares about you and your stupid drama!"

"Can't the rulers call the soldiers and tell his uncivilized man to get off the stage?"

More and more rotten vegetables, fruits, and tomatoes started falling over Arthur and his band of fan girls, making his humiliation even bigger, which was even being filmed by several sneaky Players.

"You bastards! You'll pay for this! How dare you do this to me?! I am one of the top three players! I could easily rip you all to shreds!" Arthur groaned, grinding his teeth furiously.

"Not anymore," Elena smiled. "You lost thirty whole levels buddy; do you think you're at my same level now?"

Arthur suddenly felt the cold blade of Elena's Katana touching his neck.

"Do you want to die a second time? You'll lose even more items," said Elena. "Gey off the stage already, you fucking clown."

"DarkReaper… You! You tricked me…! Why didn't you tell me she was so strong?!" he cried. "Y-You…! Tell her she has to give me back my stuff! It's MINE!

I EARNED IT WITH ALL MY EFFORT, YOU KNOW?!"

"Stop whining," Mark said, before punching his face with a blazing fist.

BAAAM!

"UGH?!"

Arthur hit the ground and rolled over it, without most of his armor, sword, and accessories, and with 30 less levels and 5 less skill levels, he was much weaker than before, so weak that Mark dropped his Health below 30% with a single punch.

"Haahhh… How dare you…! I was supposed to win! I was supposed to… humiliate that fucking… pretentious and hypocrite bitch that gets all the attention! Yet… yet I am being the one humiliated?! Nah, this is fucking bullshit!" Arthur coughed blood as he gasped for air, conjuring golden blades of light, and aiming not only at Titan but the rest of the audience. "ALL OF YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!!!"

"You bastard! Stop!"

Titan rushed towards him, but he was too slow, the hundreds of blades flew towards everyone in the seats. Although NPC and Players were usually protected from damage, he aimed at the buildings themselves, to destroy them and use the rubble to crush everyone with it, a smart tactic that Players that liked killing NPC often did to bypass the protection from direct attacks.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"Hahahaha! That's what you get, you bitches! Get crushed by the rubble!"

As Arthur laughed once the explosions of light impacted the arena, spoke covered the entire area, only for it to dissipate with a single clap of Planta's hands.

CLAP!

FLUOSH!

"Wha…?!"

Arthur looked around, noticing everyone was fine and the building had not collapsed as he planned. In fact, there was a huge dome-shaped barrier of pure gold and green spiritual essence covering everything.

"Did you think I would let you ruin this contest?" Planta said. "I committed a mistake it seems; I shouldn't have granted you any mercy… You're truly a pathetic man, Arthur."

"Y-You don't have the right to say that you fat fucking bitch!" Arthur barked like a madman. "Come here! I'm going to fucking rape you, you fucking bitch!"

"That's enough."

Mark's fists reached Arthur with blazing might.

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

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