Chapter 1301 Promotion Game (End)
No one knows what happened to the players who participated in this story, but the bloodiness of the wild players was awakened.
After that, the first thing all players did upon resurrection was to look for any companions nearby. They would use reason, coaxing, or emotional outbursts to cleanse their spirits and draw more players into the battle.
1 becomes 2, 2 becomes 4, 4 becomes 8, 128 becomes 256...
They are increasing at a rate even faster than experts estimate.
At the beginning, there were mostly Chinese people, followed by people of other colors, such as yellow, white, and black, who came from all parts of the game.
More than eight million, hundreds of millions of people are rushing here!
People from other countries also followed the Chinese example and drew their national flags or iconic symbols, using their bodies to form obstacles, standing firmly in front of Fu Anan and the others, one after another, carrying on the tradition.
S-level players have no place to stay, and many have been trampled or crushed to death.
Their vaunted special abilities could still wipe out a large number of enemies, but this was only a drop in the bucket. Ants devouring elephants, their sheer numbers were the key to their success.
Ordinary players come from other places, endlessly.
Finally, the most terrifying scene unfolded. These teleportation black holes, each only one meter in diameter, hovered densely in the sky, layer upon layer. Within Fu Anan's teleportation atmosphere, it was pitch black, as if covered by a thick black cloth.
A full thirty hours.
The ground was raised by the corpses, more than ten meters high. Blood flowed into rivers in the low-lying areas.
S-level players were even worked to death.
"Are these people crazy?"
"What the hell, Fu Anan becoming the first has to do with them?"
Any loud complaints from S-rank players were instantly silenced by the cries of ordinary players dying on the battlefield. The only noticeable sound was the loud voice of the player whose special ability was sound, hovering overhead.
All ordinary players within a five-kilometer radius listened to the unified command and turned the game into a defensive battle.
The player names on the leaderboard refreshed rapidly, but Fu Anan's was seemingly fixed at number one. Until the ding sound signaling the end of the game rang out—[The first round of the promotion game is over. Congratulations to all players for successfully completing it. There are 561 billion players remaining in this round, and 1023 S-level players. Now, the top 102 players are announced:]
First place: Blue Star 6618, Fu Anan]
The battle lasted more than 30 hours, and tens of millions of people died.
When the game was announced, the players' emotions broke out. Some started yelling, some started crying, and some hugged each other tightly—they had won!
Everyone in the game knows Fu Anan, and all S-level players remember the number 6618.
The game continued to broadcast the next ranking, [Second place: Blue Star 3167, Lianxiang Qingying
Third place...
14th place: Blue Star 6618, Fu Yizhi
20th place: Bluestar 6618, Lu Shen
…
76th place: Blue Star 3089, Zheng Tianxing...]
Everyone was on the rankings, even the player who had been taken away midway to be used as a megaphone had narrowly squeezed into the bottom of the top 100. Except... Andre.
I don’t know what happened, but I’m not dead and I’m ranked around 300th.
[Congratulations to all players for obtaining the game successor qualification. Rewards and related content will be sent to each player individually. ]
It's finally over.
All the players returned to reality, and the forum exploded.
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