Chen Ping continued to look around and found many other people in the same awkward situation, whose predicaments seemed even more "exciting" than his own. Some were only wearing pajamas, some were even wrapped in bed sheets, and others had been transported here carrying all sorts of bizarre everyday items.
In comparison, his beach shorts seemed much more normal. At least he could maintain a basic level of decorum, while those who squatted on the ground and tried various ways to cover themselves were clearly not so lucky.
Chen Ping only glanced at it briefly before deciding not to investigate further. After all, he had no interest in prying into other people's privacy, especially not accidentally witnessing someone's embarrassing moment, which was not his style.
What interests him more is the true purpose hidden within the Death Arena. According to Gabriel, this is supposed to be some kind of special event, but the specifics remain a mystery.
Like Chen Ping, everyone present was filled with curiosity and speculation. Those veterans who had participated in the centennial events knew all too well that every event was fraught with unknowns and uncertainties.
Even seemingly familiar activity frameworks often contain vastly different content, and a slight misstep can turn past experience into a fatal trap. The rules of the Death Arena are designed to prevent players from relying on experience, forcing everyone to find a way to survive in a completely new environment.
However, there is one thing to be thankful for when talking about the centennial event – participants have the opportunity to die and be reborn.
This means that even if a participant unfortunately dies, they can choose to start over or quit the game. Of course, the price is that all items they were carrying at the time of death will be lost and become loot for other survivors.
It is said that at least one-tenth of the supplies will be lost, but there are also rumors that this ratio will be adjusted under certain circumstances, leaving survivors with a glimmer of hope while also increasing the unpredictability of the game.
Regardless, once the people at the Death Arena begin announcing the details of the event, everyone will know the rules.
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Chen Ping waited patiently for more than ten minutes, frowning with displeasure at the Death Arena's continued silence. This practice of summoning people here without any prior notice and then ignoring them was quite displeasing to him. If it weren't for the generally calm demeanor of the surrounding crowd, who seemed accustomed to such waiting, he would almost suspect it was a prank by the Death Arena.
Just as Chen Ping's thoughts were racing, a low conversation drifted into his ears. He immediately became alert and listened intently. After a few minutes of eavesdropping, he had a preliminary understanding of the upcoming centennial event.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, piecing together the general outline of the event from fragments of information inadvertently revealed by others. It was described as "a little intelligence" because the conversation revealed that the content of each centennial event differed, rendering most of the past experiences and information useless, except for the most basic rules and framework.
Having realized this, Chen Ping understood that the key to surviving and gaining an advantage in this event lay in quickly adapting to the new rules and being able to cope with unknown challenges.
The basic rules mentioned, such as the mechanism of death and rebirth, while giving participants a certain margin of error, also foreshadow the cruelty of the competition—each death not only means the loss of resources, but also a test of mental fortitude.
Chen Ping couldn't help but smile knowingly. This mode, hmm, is very similar to the Paradise in Heart of the Divine Island, because Paradise also changes its game mode. Now that he knows the general content...
Chen Ping decided to stop waiting passively and instead take the initiative, weaving through the crowd and trying to glean more valuable clues from people's conversations. However, after walking around for a while, he found that everyone's discussions were largely the same, mostly elders passing on their past experiences to younger generations, with little new information about the specific details of the event.
This exploration yielded no substantial results, so Chen Ping could only shrug helplessly, take out a beach chair, and leisurely lie down. In his opinion, rather than struggling to stand or sit on the ground, it was better to enjoy the comfort of the beach chair; at least during this tedious waiting time, comfort was of paramount importance.
Chen Ping's action attracted many curious glances from those around him. After all, bringing a beach chair to such an occasion seemed a bit unusual, but during this long and boring wait, this casualness and comfort seemed just right.
People began to gravitate towards him, creating a subtle aura, as if his casual demeanor had unconsciously eased the tense atmosphere around them.
Chen Ping, who had been sitting idle for a while, started to wait patiently. Anyway, it would only be an hour at most, so what was the rush? Most importantly, none of the people present were capable of fighting. The strongest dozen or so were only at the peak of the God King realm.
No wonder Gabriel said there were no creator god-level figures participating. It's true, it seems he really is going to do what Gabriel told him and just go on a rampage.
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Time passed leisurely as Chen Ping lay in the beach chair. Before he knew it, an hour had gone by, and many people around him began to frown. Even some of the older people who had participated a few times were somewhat puzzled.
The waiting time for today's event is a bit too long, it's already about half an hour longer than usual. Could it be that some people haven't been teleported over yet?
The impatient ones were already getting a little irritated, glancing around with annoyance, but ultimately they patiently continued to wait. What else could they do? Cause trouble? Don't be ridiculous, the arms of the Death Arena are thicker than their thighs.
As time passed, finally, in the second hour, the gates of the Death Arena opened.
Immediately, the people who had been waiting impatiently rushed in, while Chen Ping slowly sat up from the beach chair, yawned, smacked his lips, and watched the flowing crowd.
Chen Ping then put away his beach chair, let the waves carry him inside, and of course, before leaving, he glanced in a few directions, directions where the elderly people used to be, but now they were all empty, presumably they had already gone inside.
After confirming that there were no problems, Chen Ping felt relieved and followed the others through the gates of the Death Arena. There, he entered a dark passage where everyone in the arena was waiting.
A few minutes later, the sky suddenly opened up, and a figure appeared in everyone's sight.
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