Chapter 295: This is Fakram!

This is Fakram?

Fak you!

Midas sighed as he analysed the previous play and realised he had taken her words too literally.

Or rather, he had fallen into her trap.

When she was explaining the game to him, she previously said that he could use the energy he imbued into the shots to change the trajectory or apply some effect. This had limited Midas' vision or what "effects" he could apply.

Midas thought about it a bit more and felt like even her showing four paddles was a major trick which made Midas fall in line with her thinking, manifesting paddles when he could use something else. Paddles were good though so Midas would still use them. But he had to pay more attention to how he was being unconsciously influenced.

Now that he had played one round, Midas knew how the game was probably going to go.

This was a game of creativity and least effort. Midas just had to find new ways to save the balls and get points.