I Can Extract Game Items-Chapter 201: Second Stage

Greg screamed and rolled out of the way.

It took several attempts, but after near-death experiences and sheer luck, he finally tumbled out of the exit.

Greg kissed the ground. "I LIVED!"

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Ezran – Path of Arcana

Ezran stood in a circular chamber, a floating book hovering before him.

A voice echoed.

"Prove your mastery of magic. Replicate the spell before you."

A system message flickered.

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[ Objective: Observe the spell. Replicate it perfectly. Failure results in elimination. ]

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The book flipped open, and before Ezran's eyes, a complex series of runes ignited in the air.

A high-level fire spell.

Ezran took a deep breath, focusing.

He mimicked the hand gestures, channeling mana carefully—

A fireball erupted from his palm, identical to the one displayed.

"Perfect."

The trial was complete.

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Lilo – Path of Precision

Lilo entered a vast canyon filled with floating targets.

A system message appeared.

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[ Objective: Hit all 20 moving targets within 90 seconds. ]

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She smirked, drawing her bow.

The targets zipped and weaved, but her ranger's instincts took over.

She fired—one arrow, then another, then another.

Each hit its mark.

She moved gracefully, adjusting for wind resistance and speed.

At the last second, she fired her final arrow—hitting the last moving target dead center.

The trial was complete.

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Reiner – Path of Fortitude

Reiner stood alone in an empty chamber.

Then—chains wrapped around his body.

A system message flickered.

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[ Objective: Endure 30 minutes of mental and physical torment. ]

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The pain came instantly.

Illusions of his worst failures flooded his mind.

His body was crushed under immense pressure.

Most players screamed, gave in, or collapsed.

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Reiner?

He endured.

Sweat poured from his face, but he stood tall.

When the timer hit zero, the pain vanished.

He had passed.

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Aleman – Path of Leadership

Aleman stood before a massive chessboard, six glowing tiles before him.

A system message flickered.

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[ Objective: Lead your team to the correct path. Failure results in complete elimination. ]

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On a screen before him, he could see his entire team standing before identical doors.

Some led to safety.

Others to death.

"I have to choose for them."

He studied the clues, the patterns, the system's logic.

Then—he made his choice.

One by one, his team stepped through their designated doors.

A tense moment.

Then—

The system announced their success.

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Completion – Round Three Cleared

The team reunited, standing before the next gate.

Above them, the holographic screen flickered.

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[ Round Three Complete – Only 250 Players Remain ]

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Boris smirked. "Damn, we make a good team."

Lilo nodded. "Yeah… But I have a feeling the next round won't be so easy."

Aleman looked at the glowing scoreboard.

The tournament was far from over.

And things were only getting harder.

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Round Four – The Free-For-All Begins

The Colosseum buzzed with anticipation, the crowd roaring in excitement as the remaining 250 players stood ready for the next challenge.

The massive holographic screen above the battlefield flickered, displaying the new rules.

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[ ROUND FOUR – THE FREE-FOR-ALL BATCH MATCHES ]

[ Objective: Eliminate as many opponents as possible. Only 125 players will advance. ]

[ Matches will be held in separate batches. Each match will contain 50 players. Only the top 25 from each batch will proceed. ]

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Aleman adjusted his gauntlets, his mind calculating the best possible strategy.

Ezran exhaled. "This one's going to be rough."

Boris cracked his knuckles. "Finally, a real fight. No more puzzles, just beating the hell out of people."

Lilo narrowed her eyes. "Be careful, though. We won't all be together this time."

A loud gong rang out as a randomized system message appeared before every player.

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[ Assigning Players to Batches… ]

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Names began scrolling rapidly, separating competitors into five different batches of 50.

Aleman quickly scanned his batch.

His eyes hardened.

Among them, three names stood out—dangerous players who had appeared on world announcements before.

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 jaw clenched.

"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 Matches Begin

The battlefield shimmered, 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, his massive axe crashing into the first unlucky soul in his way.

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

Aleman Phantom Blitzed out of the way just as a fireball exploded behind him—Saphira Windsong's work.

Taro the Silent vanished into thin air, his assassin class allowing him 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, their bodies vanishing instantly.

Saphira's blade shimmered with magic, her movements precise as she cut down opponents effortlessly.

Aleman narrowed his eyes.

"I need to play this smart."

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Ezran's Batch – The Arena of Storms

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' Batch – The Inferno Pit

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 50 Titan-Class 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, grinning. "Let's see who's stronger."

"Gladly."

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Lilo's Batch – The Wild Hunt

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?

Vale the Crimson Ranger—a Level 50 master archer.

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

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

The battle between them became a deadly sniper war, each arrow calculated and precise.

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Greg's Batch – The Colosseum of Chaos

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 48 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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The Final Moments of Round Four

As the battles raged on, the number of players dwindled.

One by one, weaker opponents fell.

The final top 25 players in each batch remained.

A loud gong echoed across all arenas.

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[ ROUND FOUR COMPLETE! ONLY 125 PLAYERS REMAIN. ]

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Aleman stood amidst the ruins of his battlefield, his daggers dripping with the light particles of fallen players.

Ezran, Boris, Lilo, and Greg all materialized back in the central Colosseum, panting but victorious.

Reiner stood nearby, arms crossed, clearly still pissed that Aleman had performed better than him.

Gregarious collapsed. "I can't believe I survived."

Lilo smirked. "You're getting better at this, Greg."

Ezran nodded. "But things are only going to get harder."

Above them, the holographic screen flickered once more.

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[ ROUND FIVE: THE KING'S GAMBIT BEGINS SOON. ]

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Aleman exhaled.

"This tournament just keeps getting crazier."

Boris grinned. "And we're still here."

The crowd erupted into cheers, signaling the end of yet another brutal round.

But the real battles… were only beginning.

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