I Can Extract Game Items-Chapter 202: Finally Something Exciting

1. Kael Nightbane – A level 52 Berserker, known for his brutal fighting style and sheer resilience.

2. Saphira Windsong – A level 50 Spellblade, infamous for her deadly combination of magic and swordsmanship.

3. Taro the Silent – A level 49 Assassin, a ghost-like figure who had been in multiple high-profile world events.

Aleman’s eyes narrowed.

"This won’t be easy."

Ezran glanced at his own list and cursed. "Damn it. I got some crazy people in mine too."

Boris grinned. "Oh, I like this already. Let’s get to it."

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The battlefield lit up and players were teleported into separate enclosed arenas, each batch getting their own designated battle zone.

Aleman appeared in a large desert-like battleground, where crumbling ruins provided minimal cover.

The moment players landed, the system voice boomed.

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[ BEGIN! ]

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Aleman’s Batch – The Warzone

Kael Nightbane charged immediately with his massive axe crashing into the first unlucky soul in his way.

The poor player was sent flying with their body bursting into light particles.

Aleman Phantom Blitzed out of the way just as a fireball exploded behind him.

The attack came from Saphira Windsong.

Taro the Silent vanished into thin air, using his assassin class to maneuver unseen.

The entire battlefield turned into chaos.

Aleman dashed between ruins, throwing daggers at unsuspecting players, thinning the numbers quickly.

Kael roared, swinging his axe through three players at once causing their bodies to vanish instantly.

Saphira’s blade glinted with magic as she danced around the battlefield, cutting down opponents effortlessly.

Aleman narrowed his eyes.

"I need to play this smart."

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Meanwhile, Ezran found himself on a floating battlefield, suspended above the ocean, where violent gusts of wind constantly threatened to throw players off.

He quickly conjured a wind barrier, stabilizing himself.

Unfortunately, others weren’t so lucky.

The moment they lost balance, they were swept off the battlefield, eliminated instantly.

Ezran’s main concern, however, was a high-profile player in his match—Lance Dravon, a Level 51 Lightning Mage.

Dravon wasn’t just strong, he was ruthless.

The moment the fight began, Dravon unleashed a chain lightning spell, electrocuting multiple players at once.

Ezran gritted his teeth.

"Looks like I have a problem."

Dravon’s lightning spear crackled in his hands as he turned toward Ezran.

"You’re the mage that survived the Swordking’s Dungeon, right? Let’s see if you can survive me."

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Boris stood in an arena lined with rivers of lava, where the ground occasionally cracked open, spewing fire.

He laughed. "Finally, something exciting."

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone.

His batch contained Zhor the Unbreakable—a Level 45 Warrior, known for being an absolute tank.

The moment the match began, Zhor bulldozed through the competition. His massive shield sending players flying into lava pits.

Boris, however, met his charge head-on.

Their clash shook the battlefield, the impact cracking the stone beneath them.

"I like you, Boris," Zhor growled while grinning. "Let’s see who’s stronger."

"Gladly."

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Lilo’s battlefield was a dense jungle, where players had to hunt and eliminate each other while avoiding territorial magical beasts.

She immediately took to high ground, climbing the thick jungle trees, bow in hand.

Her biggest concern was Vale the Crimson Ranger who was a level 43 master archer.

"Let’s see who the real ranger is," Vale smirked, nocking an arrow.

Lilo grinned back. "I was thinking the same thing."

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Greg found himself in an enclosed gladiator pit, where the system randomly spawned obstacles and enemies.

Within seconds, a three-headed snake appeared, attacking players at random.

Greg screamed.

"WHY AM I ALWAYS PUT IN THESE DEATH MATCHES?!"

His biggest threat?

A level 40 Battle Monk named Kane, who specialized in counterattacks.

The monk dodged every attack thrown at him, reading his opponents like a book.

Greg wiped sweat off his forehead.

"Okay. I have an idea."

Greg did what no one expected.

He ran straight at the three-headed snake, screaming.

The snake lunged at him—

Only for Greg to sidestep at the last moment, letting the snake eat Kane instead.

The monk vanished instantly.

Greg laughed hysterically. "I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WORKED!"

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...

From the first batch, forty-six of them had already fallen.

Now, the arena watched the remaining four.

Taro stood at east with black mist phasing out of his blades. His entire form flickered like smoke as he phased in and out of vision.

Saphira Windsong, dressed in a crystalline silver armor that gleamed like starlight, had her blade drawn with its edge glowing blue with frost mana.

Kael Nightbane with his massive greataxe dripped with molten enchantments, and cracks of scarlet lightning trailed behind him as his Berserker Rage kept him burning.

And then there was Aleman.

He stood in the center, his dual daggers spinning idly between his fingers while his left hand pulsed with raw magical energy.

He wasn’t the highest-level player here, but what he lacked in levels... he made up in grit.

All four stared at each other briefly and than, the air split as the berserker shot forward, using Titan Rush.

Each step shattered the platform beneath his boots. "COME ON!" he bellowed, swinging the axe in a wide arc that sent a shockwave tearing through the air.

Aleman dodged swiftly, vanishing in a blur of violet mist just as the axe struck, splitting the grounds into chunks that spiraled into the abyss.

Before Kael could follow up, a streak of blue light sliced between them... Saphira had joined the fray wigh her sword trailing frost petals as she unleashed Windsong Art: Crescent Waltz.

Kael’s axe met her blade mid-swing, and a blinding spark burst between them. The explosion threw both fighters back, sending shockwave sweeping across the terrain.

Aleman landed on another fragment of rock, crouched low, scanning for Taro. He knew better than to think the assassin would show himself this early.

"You’re watching, aren’t you..." Aleman whispered while narrowing his eyes. "Come on out."

Without activating any skill, he weaved a quick set of runes with his left hand.

A dome of hazy mana rippled around him, distorting sound and light.

For several seconds, nothing happened.

Then—

There was motion behind him.

Aleman twisted while swinging his daggers. His right blade met cold steel, and sparks flew. Taro materialized behind him, hiding his grin behind a black mask.

"Too slow," Taro hissed.

But Aleman’s left hand shot forward. "Maybe. But I don’t need to hit you — just need to see you."

"Telekinetic Grip!"

A concussive burst erupted from his palm, launching Taro backward across the platform. The assassin barely recovered midair, stabbing one blade into the ground to stop himself from sliding off the edge.

"Dual-class bastard," Taro growled. "You’re not even supposed to have mage skills that strong."

"Guess the devs like me better," Aleman shot back, smirking.

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Meanwhile, Saphira and Kael’s clash had reached cataclysmic levels. Her sword was a blur, leaving frost trails that burst into sharp spears midair with every swing.

Kael met her fury head-on with his axe glowing red-hot as he cut through ice with sheer brute force.

"You’re slowing down, Windsong!" Kael roared.

"No," she replied coolly. "You’re heating up."

He frowned, then realized the frost was spreading up his arm. Every time her blade connected, even slightly, she was stacking a debuff.

Before Kael could break free, she twirled her sword, chanting: "Frozen Waltz, Third Verse — Glacial Execution!"

A giant ice flower bloomed beneath Kael’s feet, freezing him mid-swing.

For a moment, the crowd went silent.

Then a deafening roar rang out as Kael shattered the ice in a burst of crimson flame.

"Nice try!" he shouted. "But I don’t freeze easy!"

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Aleman took advantage of the chaos. He sprinted across the sandy platforms while activating another spell.

"Thunder Spear!"

A nearly ten feet long spear of lightning materialized in his grasp.

"Time to stir the pot," he muttered while swinging the spear towards Saphira and Kael.

A loud Boom rang out as the lightning spear exploded between them, sending both flying with jolts of electricity running through their bodies.

Taro reappeared again, this time directly behind Aleman.

His blade sliced through him, only to realize too late that it wasn’t real. It was just an afterimage...

The real Aleman was already behind him.

"Boom," Aleman whispered and used telekinetic grip again.

Taro was thrown forward and slammed into a rock, causing his health bar to drop by a third.

"You damn—"

Before he could finish, Saphira who been sent flying by the electric blast earlier, evaded an attack from Kael.

Boom!

His Axe landed on where she been a moment ago.

It was almost as though the lightning spear didn’t have much of an effect on him Meanwhile Saphira had been greatly affected and only had a little bit of her HP left.

Her gaze flicked between Taro and Aleman. "If we don’t deal with the berserker, we’re both dead."

Taro hesitated... assassins weren’t exactly known for teamwork. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Aleman on the other hand didn’t seem to care.

Since they were unaware that it was his attack earlier, he decided to play along.

"I’ll take the right flank. You push him center."

For the first time, three rival players found themselves forming an unspoken truce.