The death scene was forcibly cut off.
In the hibernation room.
One by one, the seven judges in black slowly opened their eyes and awoke from their slumber as they left the illusionary scene.
"ah......!!!"
However, as soon as they woke up, the referees all screamed in terror.
Judging from their expressions, it was as if they had been awakened from a nightmare.
His face was pale, his chest heaving, and he was breathing heavily.
It's hard to imagine what they went through.
The chief referee immediately opened the door and rushed over, frowning as he asked them, "What's wrong? What happened in the illusion?"
An 8th-level referee looked horrified, his voice trembling slightly: "Just...just now...just now..." His voice was broken and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Mr. Ji, General Sun, and other principals and leaders who were very curious about this all came to the hibernation room here.
"What happened?" Old Ji asked seriously. "Were you just trapped in Linnaeus's death scene?"
Upon hearing this, the still-shaken referee seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately exclaimed, "Ah, right, right, right!..."
"So what?" Elder Ji asked seriously, "Why is Lin Nai's scene black? You seven people spent more than twenty minutes in the first scene and still couldn't kill him? Why did it take so long?"
"This..." The seven referees looked at each other in bewilderment.
The leading Level 9 referee organized his thoughts and said, "It's like this, we originally planned to infiltrate Linnaeus's room and fight him, but then we both fell from the building. We had already successfully killed him..."
"But then, suddenly Linnaeus's body began to glow, and many silver-white, tattoo-like patterns appeared on his skin, as if a vast divine power was surging from his body... Then a cloud of black mist spread out and enveloped us all..."
Mr. Ji looked puzzled.
Silvery-white tattoo-like light patterns?
What is that?
"And then what?" Old Ji asked, frowning.
The referees exchanged glances again: "And then..."
The Level 9 referee looked slightly embarrassed: "I...we don't remember..."
"What?!" Old Ji stared wide-eyed. "Are you kidding me? Don't you remember? Then what about when you woke up screaming and sweating profusely, looking like you'd been slaughtered in a hundred streets in a nightmare??"
The Level 9 referee stammered, "Mr. Ji, we really don't remember... but..."
He just felt that there were fragmented images in his mind.
In their minds, they were shrouded in black mist.
Then, in the chaos, it seemed as if a figure shrouded in a silver-white robe, wielding a massive silver-white scythe, appeared...
However, in that chaotic scene, he couldn't see the person's face clearly, nor could he be sure if the figure was Lin Nai, because the guy's eyes weren't silver-gray, but blood-red...
At this point, the Level 9 referee could no longer remember what happened afterward.
I felt a sharp pain in my brain.
It's like waking up from a dream, and even though a short while has passed, you can't remember anything about the dream, even though it was shocking and terrifying...
Mr. Ji thought this was utterly absurd.
He sent these referees into the illusion, intending for the contestants to experience death.
As a result, they ended up scaring themselves half to death!
And what's more, he can't even remember what happened!
"None of you can remember any of them?" Old Ji looked at the seven people with considerable dissatisfaction.
The referees were embarrassed and remained silent.
The Level 9 referee lowered his head in silence.
He vaguely remembered.
Within the chaotic black mist of the illusion, they seemed to have engaged in battle with the man in white...
Fragmented and chaotic images kept flashing through his mind.
However, they could not be pieced together at all.
The Level 9 referee thought of the silver scythe in the white-clad man's hand, and subconsciously reached up to touch his chest. Cold sweat inexplicably streamed down his forehead again.
Oh, right...
That silver-white scythe...
It was as if, within a dream, something pierced his heart...
......
Linna slowly opened her eyes.
All I could see was the snow-white ceiling.
A pitch-black room.
This is his dormitory for the players.
Linnai sat up, scratched his head, and looked around.
It was as if nothing had happened.
What was that dream I just had?
Linnaeus examined his chest and back.
Intact and undamaged.
It really was a dream...
Linnaeus let out a long yawn.
I realized I'd really overdone it with my training these past few days; I was even dreaming about wielding a scythe and hacking people down...
Didi
At that moment, someone sent a message to the system.
[Chief Referee: @Everyone, please assemble at the main playground immediately!]
Linnaeus looked puzzled upon seeing the news.
It's 3:30 a.m.
Why did they suddenly gather at this time?
Linna had no idea what the tournament organizers were up to.
But since it was the event organizers who notified her, Lin Nai had no choice but to get out of bed and get dressed.
We arrived at the large playground.
Lin Nai, wearing slippers, shorts, and a short-sleeved shirt, yawned as she arrived at the large playground.
But as soon as Lin Nai arrived and met the other contestants, she was shocked.
What's going on here??
The students supported each other, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, and their legs visibly shaking.
Several students with poor mental fortitude would squat down and find a place to dry heave or even vomit every few steps.
Some students had clearly just had a good cry; their eyes were swollen like peaches.
There was a chubby boy, a tall guy who was about 1.8 meters tall, who was still sobbing and trembling, wiping away his tears with his chubby arms, and crying out, "Mommy, I want to go home..."
Several students were already in a daze, walking along suspiciously and warily looking around, constantly on guard for any potential danger. The slightest sound or movement seemed to send shivers down their spines...
Lin Nai stared blankly at all of this.
He suddenly remembered that in his past life, he went to a haunted house with his classmates, and when they came out of the haunted house, several of his more timid classmates seemed to have had a similar reaction...
Lin Nai looked bewildered: "What's going on?...Why do they all look like they just crawled out of the eighteenth level of hell...?"
"Did I oversleep and miss something important?"
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