Bruiserball Manager: A Build & Train Your Sports Team LitRPG Series by Andrew Karevik & LitRPG Freaks

Author:Andrew Karevik & LitRPG Freaks [Karevik, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

My meeting with Glux had left me confused. The man kept telling me all manner of strange endeavors and projects he was involved with. Every detail changed between minutes and it was impossible to follow what he had to say. If some evil shadow people had hired him to be the front man, they had picked perfectly, because this liar had a million testimonies—none of them true!

Still, I had secured quite a bit of value. The alchemical supplies netted us a solid 20K worth of coin as well as an honorary ‘Bro’ badge from the Alchemist Guild for recognizing the lost equipment and returning it. The deal with Glux gained me 10K, as well as a few free tarpits to test out on the field.

These pits looked brilliant. They were balled up into little cheese skin-like shells, waiting to be unleashed. Throwing them at the ground caused the shell to burst open and a ten-by-ten field of tar would emerge and cover the entire area completely.

There was no doubt if these weapons were legal to use in a game of Bruiserball. According to rule statue 87: Let no weapon that trips or sticks be placed upon the field. And yes, sentient vines are against the rules too.

I could argue that this was a weapon, sure, but I knew it would be called as soon as the ref figured out it was happening. Which…well, which was why I decided to bribe the upcoming Referee of the Petal Bowl.

His name was Argle Breakfast and he was a fine purveyor of many things. How he afforded the big house with a full staff and the latest luxury wagon on a referee’s salary was often in question. However, when asked, Argle would just laugh them off and ask security to beat the questioner within an inch of their lives.

True to his last name, Breakfast was his favorite time of the day and so, one cool morning, I sent an invitation for him to enjoy a complementary celebration breakfast, just for him. The man accepted my invitation rather quickly.

Our dining hall was turned into an impromptu breakfast nook, with Pipedown doing the cooking. The smell of eggs and bacon was alluring and as Argle made his way to me, he paused to savor the scents.

Goblins were often great connoisseurs of food, often judging them either by competition or simply by writing a scathing review and sending it to the newspapers. Hopefully Pipedown’s legendary Oasis Omelet would be enough to please this goblin referee.

“That is a smell to die for!” Argle said as he hopped into the booth across from me. We both had table mats in front of us, though Argle’s was a bit higher due to all the bank notes underneath it. This would be a great way to give a bribe without directly handing the money over to him.

A bit of excitement rose up within me as the wheels of small talk began to turn. What would happen next? Would he

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