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Chapter 282: Nirvana! The Ultimate Reward That Shook the World!
🕑 Added 2025-09-10 11:53:06 +0000 UTC“Hype, hype…”
“It’s go time…”
“Hope of the whole village!”
“Village? Nah, this is the world’s hope!”
“Yo, Gus, you watching? Bet you’re sweating.”
“Lmao, fr…”
“Once someone clears this, the Peak Eight opens for everyone to play free, right?”
“Smart move, no wasted maps.”
“Wasted? That’s straight cash! Real-world scans!”
“These eight maps are insane.”
“Already hyped for the next Peak Eight round.”
“Chill, we don’t even know if this round’s getting cleared.”
“No pressure, but Octane’s carrying the globe.”
“Only dude to smash six challenges.”
“Nervous af…”
“Catman’s got you, Octane…”
Chat was buzzing. Then the screen flared.
Octane, rocking a black jacket with a golden cat head, grinned at the camera. “Morning, afternoon, evening, y’all.”
His 400,000 viewers spanned the globe, united for SuperCat and the Peak Eight’s ultimate reward. A gaming event with 2.1M+ players—pure, unprecedented unity.
The pressure on Octane was unreal. Only player to clear six challenges, fueled by skill, luck, and the sacrifices of countless players. Now, at Venezuela’s Angel Falls, he was retracing SuperCat’s path—free climbing, where SuperCat started, chasing his Alps dream.
“Thanks for the support,” Octane said, bowing deep. “To everyone who died for these strats—y’all made this. Also, heads-up: if we finish the Peak Eight today, I’m not touching the prize money. I’ll explain how it’s used after. Wish me luck. SuperCat, bless me.”
He flashed the Cat Salute, then slid into the IndieVibe X2 cabin, carbon-fiber prosthetics glinting.
Hiss— The cabin sealed.
Rustle—Rumble— Darkness. Wind whispered through a forest, carrying damp sweetness and birdsong.
Octane opened his eyes. Lush trees surrounded him, the breeze crisp. Pushing through brush, he heard water roar.
“Whoa…” he breathed. A silver cascade, hundreds of feet tall, sliced through clouds, mist rising from the valley.
Angel Falls. A 970-meter cliff, rugged but deceptive. Distant protrusions looked grabbable, but up close, the rock was slick, footholds scarce.
Zoey Parker, watching the stream, gasped. “This… climbable?”
Over 900 meters. IRL, nobody’d make half. Even in-game, it felt impossible.
“It is,” Gus Harper nodded. “Games don’t do ‘unbeatable.’ But this…” He shrugged, gesturing to keep watching.
Click. Octane passed the first checkpoint, starting Master of Destiny.
Unlike the Alps’ avalanche or Cortez’s waves, no disasters here. Just sun, clear skies, and no AI crowd—pure focus needed. One distraction, and you’d plummet.
Rustle— Climbing shoes scraped rock, chalk dust falling. Chat hushed—
“Yo, that cliff looks slick…”
“Octane’s spamming chalk.”
“Waterfall’s right there, gotta be wet…”
“Why’s the game this brutal? Can’t tone it down?”
“@GusHarper, explain yourself!”
“Lmao…”
“Quarter way up…”
“He’s on the strat guide. Trick point’s coming…”
At 100 meters, Octane eyed a rock protrusion to his right. Left was a safer foothold, but strats warned: take it, and 70 meters later, a brutal technical section would drain stamina, blocking the summit.
He locked on the protrusion. Whoosh! A light leap on a 200-meter vertical cliff. Unprotected, he snagged the bulge like a cat.
Chat nearly roared—then squeak! Moss betrayed him. His grip slipped.
Crackle! Shoes scraped as he slid, body shrinking toward a fall.
Zoey yelped, eyes shut, shuddering.
Bang! Gasps echoed. Octane, down two meters, snagged a crack, legs stabilizing his swing. Gravel clattered into the abyss.
“Oh god…” Zoey exhaled, wiping sweaty palms on Gus’s arm.
Gus: ?
Zoey: XD “My hands are drenched, I’m so stressed!”
The slip shook Octane too. Heart racing, he paused 30 seconds before climbing again.
Ten meters. Twenty.
“This angle’s nuts.”
“How do you even clear this?”
“Took thousands to map this…”
Fifty. One hundred.
“Heart rate’s at 158.”
“Avalanche chase was chiller than this.”
“Go, go, go! Halfway!”
Two hundred. Three hundred.
“Stamina’s dropping fast.”
“Best route we got.”
“So close, just a bit more…”
Huff— Octane climbed through mist, the waterfall a cosmic ribbon. His Cat Hat soaked, he faced the ancient cliff like a mortal challenging a titan.
Crunch! Nearing the peak, a semicircular boulder loomed—an arch blocking his path.
“No way around…” Octane gritted his teeth, staring at the two-meter overhang. No prior player had reached this, but strats predicted it: a smooth, unclingable arch, bare walls on both flanks.
Chat despaired—
“This is stupid! How do you climb that?”
“No holds, nothing.”
“It’s a trap.”
“Wrong route?”
“Nah, others are dead ends or stamina drains.”
“Still a dead end!”
“Wait… maybe not…”
Octane spotted it: a faint, seven-centimeter groove at the arch’s edge, shadowed by sunlight. The key to the easter egg’s “password.”
But it demanded madness. A backward wall jump, no protection, to grab the groove mid-air and stop his body’s swing. One slip, and he’d fall—two meters from the cliff, no cracks to save him.
Not climbing. Suicide.
Force, inertia, precision, swing control—any error meant game over. His stamina bar blinked low.
Octane closed his eyes, breathing hard. He felt SuperCat’s final moments: There’s one heroism—loving life despite its truth.
SuperCat chose optimism, embracing the world. Come on, everyone!
Whoosh— Octane leaped backward. Wind caught his Cat Hat, ears fluttering. In a blur, he saw another pair of hands steadying his wrists.
Bang! He clamped the groove, sunlight warming his face. The final checkpoint was atop the arch.
He pulled, maxing out his strength, but fell a millimeter short.
Chat froze. Zoey clutched her blanket. Octane’s stamina was gone.
Then, a shadow rose. One hand gripped the groove, forehead pressed to the cliff. The other rose, fingers forming cat ears, brushing the checkpoint.
[+230 Stunt Points]
[World’s First Master of Destiny Cleared!]
Time stopped. Wind stilled, water paused, birds froze. Stamina hit zero.
A prompt appeared:
[Proceed to Ultimate Trust?]
[Note: This challenge resets all account proficiency, stunts, trophies, and records.]
[Yes/No]
Nirvana. Ultimate Trust wasn’t about trusting others—it was trusting yourself to break limits and be reborn.
Counting Stars by Republic Band swelled—
“Lately, I’ve been losing sleep…”
“Dreaming ‘bout the things that we could be…”
“No more counting dollars…”
“We’ll be counting stars—”
Octane whispered, “The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage,” and leaped into the 1,000-meter abyss, arms wide, Counting Stars soaring.
WindyPeak’s tech shone. As he fell, footage of his past Peak Eight runs auto-edited in:
Alps: A green arrow in an avalanche, nailing a 1620-degree twist.
Everest: Red parachute, five golden stars flipping in fierce winds.
Swallow Cave: Arrow-like dive, perfect parachute landing.
Sea of Cortez: Mastering waves amid storms.
Tianmen Mountain: Eagle-like glide through the “Line of Sky.”
Utah Ridge: Green chariot flipping down a near-vertical drop.
Splash! Octane hit Impact Lake, water bursting into golden dust on a darkening screen.
A global alert flashed:
Congratulations to “Octane” for clearing the Peak Eight, earning the exclusive title: Nirvana · Peak King!
[Peak Eight Round Ended]
Participants: 2,137,889
Prize Pool: $10,689,445
The river of goodwill sends SuperCat to paradise, carrying his passion for life.
The Golden Cat Charity Fund, founded by WindyPeak and SuperCat, is unveiled.
Purpose: Help cancer patients reclaim life and find rebirth.
Initial Funding: $10,689,445.
Thank you, extreme charity ambassadors.
The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage. The brilliance of humanity is the brightest light.
—WindyPeak
Ding! Every Peak Eight player received the rare Golden Cat title.
After talks between Gus, Zoey, and execs, the ultimate reward was a cancer-fighting charity fund, seeded by the $10.7M prize pool. Every participant got an out-of-print golden title—a tribute to SuperCat, spanning five continents.
Chat erupted—
“Holy—!”
“Out-of-print title!”
“This is the ultimate reward?!”
“$10.7M for cancer research!”
“I’m tearing up…”
“Peak human vibes.”
“2M players made this easter egg!”
“Golden Cat! So dope!”
“Octane’s title-tier!”
“WindyPeak gets it.”
“All maps open, no cooldown, die all you want!”
“Lmao, let’s go!”
Octane, in the cabin, stared at his title and the fund. Tears fell as he smiled. WindyPeak was as clutch as BT, as real as Miles, as fierce as wolves. Their games, from Titanfall to Apex Legends to Peak Nation, were raw romance.
The cabin opened. Octane wiped his eyes, facing a screen screaming “Octane! King!” Tears returned. He and SuperCat beat death’s finish line. The game’s spirit, the players’ passion—it was real.
From Titanfall’s $170M epic to Apex’s $50M grind to Peak Nation’s $101M triumph, Octane was WindyPeak’s top dog. Without them, would he still be in a wheelchair, lost?
He took a breath. “Big thanks to WindyPeak for this game. I said I wouldn’t touch the prize money. I planned to donate it all, but…” He grinned. “WindyPeak always drops warm surprises.”
Solemnly: “All $10.7M from the Peak Eight goes to the Golden Cat Charity Fund to help people beat death and find rebirth.”
Chat exploded. $20M+ total donations with player contributions.
“Worth every death!”
“I helped on Angel Falls!”
“Octane’s the goat.”
“From wheelchair to champ, wild.”
“Tree Slayer’s proud (dog emoji).”
“Lmao, tree’s his nemesis!”
Laughter filled the gaming world. From a niche title, Peak Nation raised $20M (~$150M RMB) for charity, boosting WindyPeak’s global clout.
Zoey pouted. With 3.08M copies sold, projected to hit 3.17M by week’s end ($101.44M revenue), minus $10.7M donated, profit was $91.44M—a $9.56M loss. A 10x rebate could’ve been $95.6M, but her +90-day extension made it a 1% charity rebate: $106K.
Still, seeing chat’s praise and the fund’s impact, she beamed. Small price for a big win. Overwatch’s $10.03M loss deposit and 1018x rebate potential would cover it.
“Boss Gus, you’re a real one,” she said.
Gus smirked. “President Zoey, you’re killing it.”
They struck “I’m the boss” poses, laughing like kids.
The Golden Cat Charity Fund hit global media, leaving one viewer particularly stirred…
