“I refuse.” Cen Yu looked at the blond man.
The sounds from the stage could be transmitted to the audience through the circular screen inside the tower, and everyone understood what the VIP boxes on the upper level meant—these were all big shots from the digital zone.
After the apocalyptic catastrophe, only the digital zone continued to function normally, with clean food and water, and unpolluted air. Everyone wanted to get a ticket to the digital zone.
The central district of the city was a gathering place for nobles.
Everyone knew that these important figures would also secretly come into the tower to watch the primitive and bloody arena matches with them.
The blond man raised an eyebrow at Cen Yu. The ground beneath his feet was still wet with blood and had an unpleasant, sticky feel to it... He ignored the former uncrowned king on the ground and said to Cen Yu, "Objection overruled."
He bent down and looked at Cen Yu, "If you want to take the angel away, you'll at least have to accept the invitation to VIP room 001."
This was said in a low voice and was not caught by the live streaming equipment.
“Besides, the angel is so obvious.” He looked at Cen Yu. “Do you think you can leave the tower directly?”
Troublesome, Cen Yu thought.
He squinted and looked up... The lights on the arena were too bright, and he couldn't actually see the VIP boxes at the top of the tower. "I know you have a way to get us out of here," Cen Yu whispered to the blond man.
"I'm going to room 001. You let us leave."
The blond man leaned closer to Cen Yu, making sure their conversation was only audible to the two of them. After hearing Cen Yu's words, he still wore that mask-like smile. "Deal."
"Ryan," he introduced himself.
Cen Yu didn't speak, but looked up at him, indicating that he could lead the way.
Ryan's gray suit was stained with fresh blood. He gripped the microphone in his hand, raised Cen Yu's wrist once more, and congratulated everyone on the birth of a new hero.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible barrier enveloped the entire arena, isolating it from the outside world.
Cen Yu stood at the edge of the arena, watching several cleaning staff in white uniforms come up with cleaning tools. They casually cleaned up the mess on the ground, occasionally uttering some complaints—
“Control,” one of them said to Ryan. “I’ve said it many times, you need to control yourself.”
"Don't you know how troublesome it is to clean these things?"
As he spoke, he picked up Luther's head and threw it directly into the trash can... His teammates stuffed the remaining parts into it as well. Cen Yu watched them clean up the bloodstains and other things with a subtle expression, their movements practiced, as if they had done it countless times.
"Make way," the brown-skinned man with a scar near his eye said to Cen Yu.
Cen Yu took a few steps to the side so that the man could drag away the bloodstains on the ground.
“Don’t worry,” Ryan said with a smile. “They’re professionals.”
"I guarantee that no trace will be left."
He walked over familiarly and put his arm around Cen Yu's shoulder, looking down at the bloodstains on his face. "Before that, our hero needs to clean himself up first."
“The important person in VIP room 001 probably wouldn’t like this smell.” The brown-skinned man wiped the blood off the floor. “It smells like dead rats.”
Cen Yu: "...?"
He looked down and smelled his clothes.
vomit!
Ryan seemed oblivious, his hand still resting on Cen Yu's shoulder. "Don't do that. You know there's no clean water in the Fallen Zone."
"What's your relationship with the angels?" Ryan looked down at Cen Yu, as if they were having a casual conversation.
"Ex-boyfriend?" the blond man asked with a smile, as if Cen Yu's answer was very important to him.
“Ex-boyfriend, haha.” The brown-skinned man put the mop back into the toolbox, leaned on it, and looked at Cen Yu and Ryan. “Are you kidding me?”
“Everyone in the Fallen Zone…” He looked Cen Yu up and down, “you know them.”
"The tricks of those aristocrats in the digital zone."
"Don't do that." Ryan still had his arm around Cen Yu's shoulder. "Maybe they're doing something platonic."
Cen Yu didn't understand what they were talking about. He watched as the brown-skinned man pushed the cart containing Luther, about to leave the ring... Then he noticed the sorting of the trash can.
“Kitchen waste…?” Cen Yu looked at the large words on the trash can.
The brown-skinned man shrugged, seemingly unfazed. "Ryan, don't let him tell anyone."
“A sensible child certainly wouldn’t reveal these little secrets,” Ryan said, putting his arm around Cen Yu’s shoulder and wiping the bloodstains from his face. “Don’t worry.” He affectionately put his arm around Cen Yu’s shoulder. “These things won’t appear in supermarkets as canned goods.”
He winked at Cen Yu, "The tower places great emphasis on food safety."
—This person isn't joking.
Cen Yu suddenly realized this.
He suddenly realized that this apocalyptic instance seemed even more insane than any of the instances he had visited before.
As they were talking, Cen Yu noticed that the blond man was wearing an earphone, apparently because the guests in VIP room 001 were getting impatient... He nodded, then looked at Cen Yu and said, "Let's go."
"Before meeting the important person... let's change Cinderella's clothes first."
...
Cen Yu originally thought the tower was on the ground.
But seeing the endlessly extending number buttons, I realized that the entire tower was an underground structure.
The first floor is the exit of the entire tower, and also the top of the tower.
Besides the viewing area, Cen Yu discovered that the entire tower also had many entertainment facilities. Occasionally, he could see a few "warriors" along the way. They were extremely familiar with Ryan, but when they saw Cen Yu, their eyes showed vigilance and wariness.
"Is he the lucky kid who beat Luther?"
Some people said it directly.
Cen Yu didn't speak. There was blood on his body, hair, and neck... Everyone in the tower had watched the match and knew that the guest in box 001 wanted to see this newly crowned warrior.
Someone tried to reach out, but Ryan stopped them first.
"Gentlemen," Ryan said with a smile, "don't ruin what the guests in Box 001 want to see—the new hero."
He pulled out a card in front of Cen Yu and led her into the elevator.
—This is Ryan's private elevator, which can take him to any floor.
Only after the elevator doors closed right in front of the burly men did Ryan feign concern and say, "Poor Cinderella, she was envied by wicked people."
Cen Yu looked up at Ryan, "Is everyone in the tower as fond of acting as you?"
"And I'm not Cinderella." Cen Yu gave Ryan the middle finger. "I'm your dad."
Ryan reached out and covered Cen Yu's raised middle finger. "Shh, that's rude." He glanced at the rapidly rising numbers in the elevator. "Our guests don't like that."
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